The U.S. government disbanded the G.I. JOE Team six months ago. And why not? Cobra was defeated, M.A.R.S. was on the run, and the threat from Serpentor ended. Or was that just a trick?
In the sleepy Florida Everglades a group of mercenaries is bored. To liven things up they decide to invade a military base. Backed by Tomax and Xamot and the power of Extensive Enterprises, nothing stands in their way.
Nothing, that is, until the remnants of G.I. JOE get word.
Volume I of X
***EXCERPT***
Thrasher judged the distance, then checked his mirrors. Buzzer and Ripper were hanging on just fine.
“Grab Torch,” he said, looking over at Monkeywrench.
“What?”
“Grab Torch’s arm, now!” Thrasher yelled.
Monkeywrench did so, much to the surprise of Torch, who glared back at him. It didn’t matter – Thrasher spun the wheel to the right and the Thunder Machine began to tip.
“Whoa!” everyone yelled.
“I got ya!” Monkeywrench shouted out as he clung to Torch’s arm.
It was a good thing too. The vehicle began to tip over but Thrasher spun the wheel back at just the last second, although not early enough for Zanzibar.
“Ah!” the pirate shouted out as he flew from the fast-moving vehicle and hit the ground hard, rolling a few times before laying still.
“What was that!” Buzzer yelled out when the vehicle was under control again and they only had twenty-five yards to the runway.”
“Bump in the road,” Thrasher said.
He glanced over at Torch, who now had his arm back and was hanging on tight, and although the older biker gave him a hard look, he said nothing. It was no secret that no one had really liked Zanzibar to begin with.
“They’re slowing!” Ripper yelled.
“I’ll get us right up alongside ‘em,” Thrasher said.
He was as good as his word, getting the Thunder Machine right up next to the plane as the side cargo door opened.
“Glad to see you could make it,” Xamot called out with a large grin as the wind whipped back his hair in the airplane’s open door.
“Thanks for dropping by!” Torch said as he stood up and jumped into the door, covering the few feet between the two vehicles easily.
Buzzer and Ripper quickly scampered over the top of the Thunder Machine and then into the Night Raven, and a moment later Monkeywrench was through the front opening of the car and up into the plane as well.
“Here goes,” Thrasher said as he let go of the wheel and started out of the car.
Right away it began to drift to the left, but then thankfully it drifted back to the right.
“C’mon!” Torch shouted, his arm extended for the youngest Dreadnok.
Thrasher reached out and ran across the hood of the Thunder Machine and then jumped.
He made it, latching onto Torch’s arm to be pulled to safety.
“We’ve got to turn around and take off the other way,” Tomax called back to them from the cockpit.
“Runway’s too short,” Xamot said to them. “Get your guns and start shooting.”
He motioned over to the other side of the plane and the cargo door there, as well as the large cargo opening in the back.
“Ha, there’s none of ‘em left!” Ripper laughed as he got to the door.
“Yeah, I don’t see–”
“Hey,” Monkeywrench shouted, cutting off Buzzer, “it’s Zanzibar.”
“You left a man behind?” Xamot asked, his anger plain.
“We thought he was dead,” Torch said.
“Well he will be here real quick if he doesn’t pick up the pace,” Xamot said, pointing out the open bay door in the back.
Although Zanzibar was running as best he could – limping really – he wasn’t going to catch the plane.”
“He could make it!” Buzzer yelled.
“He’s getting closer!” Monkeywrench called out.
“Tell him to slow it down a bit will ya?” Ripper yelled to Xamot.
Xamot looked up at his brother, just then starting to pull up on the controls.
“He’ll never make it,” he shouted, “it’s too–”
In the sleepy Florida Everglades a group of mercenaries is bored. To liven things up they decide to invade a military base. Backed by Tomax and Xamot and the power of Extensive Enterprises, nothing stands in their way.
Nothing, that is, until the remnants of G.I. JOE get word.
Volume I of X
***EXCERPT***
Thrasher judged the distance, then checked his mirrors. Buzzer and Ripper were hanging on just fine.
“Grab Torch,” he said, looking over at Monkeywrench.
“What?”
“Grab Torch’s arm, now!” Thrasher yelled.
Monkeywrench did so, much to the surprise of Torch, who glared back at him. It didn’t matter – Thrasher spun the wheel to the right and the Thunder Machine began to tip.
“Whoa!” everyone yelled.
“I got ya!” Monkeywrench shouted out as he clung to Torch’s arm.
It was a good thing too. The vehicle began to tip over but Thrasher spun the wheel back at just the last second, although not early enough for Zanzibar.
“Ah!” the pirate shouted out as he flew from the fast-moving vehicle and hit the ground hard, rolling a few times before laying still.
“What was that!” Buzzer yelled out when the vehicle was under control again and they only had twenty-five yards to the runway.”
“Bump in the road,” Thrasher said.
He glanced over at Torch, who now had his arm back and was hanging on tight, and although the older biker gave him a hard look, he said nothing. It was no secret that no one had really liked Zanzibar to begin with.
“They’re slowing!” Ripper yelled.
“I’ll get us right up alongside ‘em,” Thrasher said.
He was as good as his word, getting the Thunder Machine right up next to the plane as the side cargo door opened.
“Glad to see you could make it,” Xamot called out with a large grin as the wind whipped back his hair in the airplane’s open door.
“Thanks for dropping by!” Torch said as he stood up and jumped into the door, covering the few feet between the two vehicles easily.
Buzzer and Ripper quickly scampered over the top of the Thunder Machine and then into the Night Raven, and a moment later Monkeywrench was through the front opening of the car and up into the plane as well.
“Here goes,” Thrasher said as he let go of the wheel and started out of the car.
Right away it began to drift to the left, but then thankfully it drifted back to the right.
“C’mon!” Torch shouted, his arm extended for the youngest Dreadnok.
Thrasher reached out and ran across the hood of the Thunder Machine and then jumped.
He made it, latching onto Torch’s arm to be pulled to safety.
“We’ve got to turn around and take off the other way,” Tomax called back to them from the cockpit.
“Runway’s too short,” Xamot said to them. “Get your guns and start shooting.”
He motioned over to the other side of the plane and the cargo door there, as well as the large cargo opening in the back.
“Ha, there’s none of ‘em left!” Ripper laughed as he got to the door.
“Yeah, I don’t see–”
“Hey,” Monkeywrench shouted, cutting off Buzzer, “it’s Zanzibar.”
“You left a man behind?” Xamot asked, his anger plain.
“We thought he was dead,” Torch said.
“Well he will be here real quick if he doesn’t pick up the pace,” Xamot said, pointing out the open bay door in the back.
Although Zanzibar was running as best he could – limping really – he wasn’t going to catch the plane.”
“He could make it!” Buzzer yelled.
“He’s getting closer!” Monkeywrench called out.
“Tell him to slow it down a bit will ya?” Ripper yelled to Xamot.
Xamot looked up at his brother, just then starting to pull up on the controls.
“He’ll never make it,” he shouted, “it’s too–”
