G.i.joe — 2

Roadblock stepped out of the smoke, dual heavy machine guns roaring.

“That’s for Duke,” Roadblock said, the shell casing clinking on the floor. As dawn bled over the Pacific, the surviving Joes stood on the fortress’s broken landing pad. No fanfare. No medals. The world would never know how close it came to the edge. g.i.joe 2

Duke’s last command crackled through the comm: “Roadblock, get them out. That’s an order.” Roadblock stepped out of the smoke, dual heavy

The Serpent’s Second Strike

“I brought a gift,” he replied, nodding toward a cell door. Roadblock stepped out of the smoke

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.