G.i. Joe: The Rise Of Cobra Page #2

We are tough. But we're also sensitive.

I got it. Thanks.

Wow, this is some primo stuff here.

Hey, bro, you got

some real lifelike hair over there.

And a kung fu grip.

- Lie down.

- Okay.

What kind of outfit is this, anyway?

It's not regular Army,

based on all the accents.

You're British.

What are you, French North African?

Morocco. Where were you born?

Duke wasn't born.

He was government-issued.

- What about you?

- He doesn't speak.

- Why?

- He doesn't say.

He doesn't say.

So, somehow you're all in the same unit,

but one you can't tell me

the name of, right?

We'd get tossed for telling.

You're gonna go after those guys

that hit my convoy, huh?

Well, whoever you are

and whatever this unit is,

I want in.

General.

- What's up, girl?

- Good job, Joes.

Outstanding.

Welcome to the Pit, Duke.

I've read a lot about you two.

Well, you can't believe

everything you read. See, I actually...

I understand we even tried to recruit you

a few years back.

- I never got asked to join any Op group.

- Really?

You don't remember Thailand

about 4 years ago?

Right before you broke up that bar?

About 4 years ago,

my boy had issues.

I mean, his issues had issues.

I've been in the military my entire life

and I have never seen

a tac operation like this.

All right, you trusted me,

I guess I'll trust you.

Technically, G.I. Joe does not exist,

but if it did,

it'd be comprised

of the top men and women

from the best military units in the world,

the alpha dogs.

When all else fails, we don't.

working together, sharing intel.

Now we have 23.

- What's that?

- Camouflage suit.

It photographs everything behind you

and puts it in front of you.

- Mr. McCullen is standing by, sir.

- Patch him through via TelePresence.

- So who hit us?

- Currently unknown.

But one thing's for sure,

she's got highly classified intel

and state-of-the-art weaponry,

which means there's a whole

hell of a lot of money behind her.

Their capabilities are beyond anything

we've ever encountered.

Yeah, that's the one and only reason

why we got our asses kicked out there.

We need to find out

everything we can about her.

Knowing is half the battle.

Gentlemen, Mr. McCullen,

CEO of MARS Industries

and the builder of these warheads.

General, clearly you were the

security option I should have chosen.

What did you just say? My team

did everything we could out there,

- and a lot of good men went down.

- Yeah, but not you.

That mission was classified,

so clearly someone sold us out.

I spent 10 years and 13 billion euros

creating these 4 warheads.

Your job, Captain, was to protect them,

and if it wasn't for General Hawk,

you'd have failed.

That's not a fair assessment.

He followed his orders to the letter.

Well, that wasn't enough.

Now, so the bastards who attacked you

can't find you,

you need to disable

the tracking beacon hidden in the case.

- We already have.

- Good man.

But allow me to check them

to see if any have been damaged.

Open it, please.

My scan says they're intact, sir.

- What's the code?

-5-2-9-4-4-0.

Please keep me informed

of your progress, General.

Breaker?

My voice analyzer on that guy

was going up, down and sideways.

Looks like McCullen's working an angle

he don't want us to catch.

We're on a deadline.

We need those warheads now!

You knew that!

wringing money out of NATO,

this was supposed to be the easy part.

If you had let me stage the assault

at your precious factory,

I could have contained the situation.

And lost the trust of our clients

in the process.

It had to be NATO's fault!

What happened?

- Did you hesitate when you saw him?

- No.

This had nothing to do with him.

Forgive my jealousy.

Have you tracked the case?

They, of course,

deactivated the homing beacon.

I gave them a code

to quietly reactivate it.

It's in Egypt.

The Pit, only mentioned in whispers.

I will get those warheads back.

I hope so.

If I were really there,

I might actually let you touch me.

- I'll send a jet.

- Business first.

Besides, I'm married, remember?

If you had sent me in the first place,

it would already be done.

I'm sending you now, Storm Shadow.

No more mistakes.

The schedule mustn't be compromised

any further.

Keep your eye on her for me.

American politics,

governors, senators, congressmen.

No wonder nothing ever gets done.

That's what we're going to fix,

Mr. Zartan.

The king cobra, magnificent creature.

Nature's Grim Reaper

and symbol of lethal purpose.

Unseen until it strikes.

Its venom can kill a full-grown elephant

with a single bite.

- Very nice.

- So far we've created 20 Neo-Vipers.

-19 stand before you.

- Is it working?

We injected 1,000 cc of

the nanomite solution into each subject.

When they finally stopped screaming,

brain scans showed

a complete inactivity

of the self-preservation region

of the cortex.

English, Doctor?

They feel no fear.

Cortical nerve clusters

show complete inactivity.

They feel no pain.

Concepts of morality are disengaged.

They feel no regrets, no remorse.

The nanomites join together

as a fighting mechanism,

first blocking, then expelling

the cobra's venom.

And they're completely obedient?

Of course.

The real-world applications are endless.

So, you tell me, is it working?

Send a team to rendezvous

with Storm Shadow and the Baroness.

Consider it done.

The Joes will never know what hit them.

The 20th Neo-Viper is already set up

in Washington, DC

and awaiting your signal.

You've done well. You've thrown

the caber clear out of the yard.

Construction of the presidential bunker

has also been completed.

Now, if we sold one warhead

on the black market,

I could continue my research.

I appreciate your thirst

for knowledge, Doctor,

but this world is messy enough. No.

What it needs is unification, leadership.

It has to be taken out of chaos

by someone with complete control.

Beijing, Moscow, Washington...

When these missiles detonate,

the world will turn

to the most powerful man on the planet.

When I'm finished,

the money will take care of itself.

You'll be able to do

all the research you want.

We grabbed this image

from one of our tactical cameras.

Now we're running her face

through an infinity scan.

Hey, isn't that...

We have access to any photograph

on any server, anywhere in the world.

Yep. Everyone gets photographed

in some way at some time.

Football game, ATM machine, airport...

We'll find her,

and then we'll find out who sent her.

- From NATO, sir.

- Are you okay?

What happened to her?

Well, it appears that I've been made

official custodian of the warheads.

Looks like your mission

is complete here, Duke.

When you move them, she's gonna

come after you. You know that, right?

And with her intel and toys,

she'll find you.

What's your point?

You're going after her first

and we want in.

General, it was our team that got wasted

out there. We deserve payback.

You don't ask to be part of G.I. Joe.

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