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

Pointing your weapons at me doesn't

make you my friend, now, does it?

Please hand over the case, sir.

I don't know you, and I sure as hell

don't know who they are,

and until I find out,

I'm not lowering anything

and I ain't handing anything over.

If it weren't for us, you'd be out there

with the rest of your boys.

- So hand over the case.

- What's your unit?

That's classified.

Someone would like to have

a word with you.

State your name and rank.

- You first.

- My team just saved your life, son.

This is the part

where you get to say thank you.

Those aren't the words

that come to mind right now.

I wasn't told anything

about any support for this mission,

so why don't you tell your team

to stand down?

We could turn this

into one big turkey shoot.

Yep.

Or not.

Easy, Ripcord.

- How do you know me?

- Expert marksman,

second in your battalion.

Weapons specialist, jet qualified.

- I told you.

- Not now, Rip.

My name is General Clayton Abernathy.

Perhaps you've heard of me, Duke.

General Hawk.

Afghanistan, NATO forward command.

Yeah, that was my last job.

I'm in a whole new outfit now.

Hey, I just need to deactivate

the tracking beacon for security.

Put down that weapons case, son,

and let us deliver those warheads.

No way. I signed for them.

It's my mission, my package.

I carry them, I deliver them.

Well, that's just fine,

but you seem to be a little short

of transportation right now,

so my Team Alpha

will deliver you to me.

And where exactly are you, sir?

Come see for yourself.

I thought all you Special Ops guys

were tough.

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?

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