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“Retaliation,” Roadblock said, “is just the beginning.”

The Himalayan wind howled, but it couldn’t drown out the sound of helicopters. Not the friendly thrum of a Joe transport—but the whup-whup of Cobra’s modified Fangs.

“No,” Roadblock said, his deep voice like gravel rolling downhill. “They took our names. Not our skills.” g.i.joe 2

On a cracked laptop, Lady Jaye pulled up a single frame of satellite footage: a massive fortress carved into a sheer cliff on the Japanese coast. Cobra’s new headquarters. Inside? The real prize—a captive Joe, still breathing. And something worse: . A set of orbital kinetic rods that could turn any city on Earth into a crater with a single push of a button.

But Roadblock was faster. One round. Center mass. The President’s face shimmered, flickered, and revealed the rotting, yellow-eyed skull of the master of disguise. “Retaliation,” Roadblock said, “is just the beginning

Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow moved as one—rivals turned brothers again—carving through Cobra’s elite. Flint traded blows with Firefly as explosives rattled the foundation. Lady Jaye, disguised as a Cobra officer, severed the control link to the orbital weapons with ten seconds to spare.

“You’re late, ninja,” Lady Jaye whispered. “They took our names

Zartan pulled a sidearm, aiming for Roadblock’s exposed neck.