Yo Joe.
“Retaliation,” Roadblock said, “is just the beginning.” g.i.joe 2
He looked at the horizon—where he knew a Cobra Commander, somewhere in hiding, was already scheming. Yo Joe
On a cracked laptop, Lady Jaye pulled up a single frame of satellite footage: a massive fortress carved into a sheer cliff on the Japanese coast. Cobra’s new headquarters. Inside? The real prize—a captive Joe, still breathing. And something worse: . A set of orbital kinetic rods that could turn any city on Earth into a crater with a single push of a button. Yo Joe. “Retaliation
“You’re late, ninja,” Lady Jaye whispered.
Zartan pulled a sidearm, aiming for Roadblock’s exposed neck.
Flint looked at the rising sun. “What now? The team’s still a ghost.”