Shaky little fixtures streamed beams of light down to the massive warehouse. Those beams of light touched on several large stacks of crates that layed astray on the floor of the massive room. One beam shined down, landing itself on the beret of Lieutenant Vincent Falcone who stood adjacent to Major Samantha Carter, and the ever-elusive infamous commando known as Snake Eyes. Standing to the left of the three-man team was Mr. Austin Gordon. Mr. Gordon had short cut black hair and was wearing a three-piece suit at the moment.

“So what is this Cobra thing?” Gordon asked. Falcon could see the uneasiness in his eyes.

“Cobra is a terrorist organization, bent on world conquest. They’ve been in existence since the early eighties. If what you say is true about men in blue garbs raiding this warehouse, then you could be in danger,” Falcon stated.

“I realize that. That is why I sent out that radio call. I didn’t know who the men were, I just knew I needed help,” Austin said.

“I see. So who exactly are we here to protect?” Sam Carter questioned.

“My daughter. You see, I have booked myself a flight out of the country until things quiet down around here. I need someone to protect my daughter,” he replied. “Felicia, come here,” he added. Upon his request a young woman, around twenty years of age, appeared through a door behind them. She had shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes. Falcon immediately took notice of her…all of her. Samantha jabbed Falcon in the stomach with her elbow, to get him to stop gawking at Ms. Gordon.

“Again, I thank you for this so very much. I…I…must be leaving now,” Mr. Gordon said and walked swiftly out of the door.

“Why do I need to be protected by the army?” Felicia asked.

“For reasons that are classified, Ms. Gordon. All you need to know is that we—“ Sam started, but was quickly interrupted by Falcon.

“Will protect you one hundred percent, Ms. Gordon. You’re in good hands,” Falcon said, smiling slightly.

“I still don’t get why I need a government escort,” she said.

“Your life may be in danger, Ms. Gordon. You’re father has asked us to do the favor of protecting you and we will fulfill our duty,” Sam responded. “Now, we will escort you back to a government facility. However, the location is classified. We are going to have to blindfold you. I’m sorry, we just can’t take any chances.”

“Blindfold me? This day just gets better and better. I still don’t see why I can’t go to Europe with daddy,” Felicia said to herself.

Major Carter pulled a gray strip of cloth from her pocket, and took a step towards Felicia, but Falcon pulled the blindfold from her hands. The Lieutenant proceeded to walk behind Ms. Gordon and hold the strip of cloth to her eyes. He quickly fastened it behind her head, thusly quelling her vision.

“I can’t see a damn thing,” Felicia protested.

”That’s okay, Ms. Gordon,” Falcon started, but was interrupted by Felicia.

“Just call me Felicia, please.”

“As you wish, Felicia. I’ll direct you to where you need to go,” Falcon said, grabbing a hold of her hand.

Samantha rolled her eyes and followed Falcon and the young girl. Snake Eyes made a quick scan of the warehouse and took up pace behind Carter.

Prison Sector-Terrordrome, Cobra Island

The small cell was cold and the brick was damp. A swinging light fixture hung from the ceiling. To the right corner was a bed; in the left was a toilet and sink setup. John Ramirez looked through his cell bars to see his friend Snowstorm in another cell. Cobra had captured them when they were in the Rockies. Through the corner of his eye he spotted something he knew was trouble. A man known as the Interrogator strode down the narrow hallway with two Vipers to his back. He walked quickly down the corridor, but stopped when he strode past Ramirez. He was looking at another captured Joe, code named Blizzard.

“That’s the one,” Interrogator spat out. Swiftly the two Vipers opened Blizzard’s cell and pulled him out. The four of them then proceeded to finish walking down the hallway. Ramirez gazed through the bars on his cell to see where they were taking Blizzard. At the end of corridor was a small fenced-in interrogation room. Interrogator led Blizzard into the room and sat him in a chair.

Five minutes passed of Interrogator grilling Blizzard for information. Blizzard managed to hold out and didn’t tell him anything other than his codename, file name, rank, and primary military specialty.

“Enough! You know more than you are telling us!” Interrogator shouted and crashed his elbow into Blizzard’s face. He proceeded to punch him three times, before pulling him out of the interrogation room.

“You know what Joes?” Interrogator shouted throughout the prison corridor. “Normally, I’d just beat the intelligence out of you guys…but rules changed around here. I’ve gotten threats of being fired if I kill one of you deliberately. So I’m going to turn you over to a new agent in Cobra,” he said. A door swung open to the right of Interrogator and revealed a man in green and black fatigues. He wore a tunic and a mask hiding his face.

Immediately, the man drew a Smith and Wesson thirty-eight-caliber pistol, and a gunshot rang throughout the corridor. The bullet flew from the barrel and found its mark on the prisoner’s temple. Blizzard limply fell to the ground, dead in a pool of blood. “That, Interrogator, is how you handle prisoners where I’m from,” the man said.