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

“Yo, Joe!” he bellowed.

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

Then the world turned to fire. Three months later, Marvin Hinton—Roadblock—stood in a dusty Kabul back alley, no longer a Joe, just a ghost. The surviving members of his unit fit in one safe house: Lady Jaye, sharp as broken glass, and Flint, whose jaw stayed clenched so tight it could crush diamonds. The world thought G.I. Joe was dead. Framed. Erased by a U.S. President who wasn't a man, but a mask—Zartan, the master of disguise.

“You’re late, ninja,” Lady Jaye whispered. “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.

“I brought a gift,” he replied, nodding toward a cell door. Storm Shadow, freed from his blood debt to

“They took everything,” Flint muttered, cleaning a sidearm that had no serial number.