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“I brought a gift,” he replied, nodding toward a cell door.

The Serpent’s Second Strike

Roadblock and Lady Jaye breached the cliffside armory while Flint caused a diversion using a hijacked Cobra HISS tank. Inside, the halls were a cathedral of chrome and cruelty. Storm Shadow, freed from his blood debt to Zartan, moved in the shadows—but not as an enemy. A flick of his wrist, and a Cobra Vipers fell with a silent shuriken in his throat. g.i.joe 2

“They took everything,” Flint muttered, cleaning a sidearm that had no serial number. “I brought a gift,” he replied, nodding toward

“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. Storm Shadow, freed from his blood debt to

Flint looked at the rising sun. “What now? The team’s still a ghost.”