"I know the specifics, General. I hear that Dusty is recovering well."

"Yes," comes the reply. "He should be back to active duty shortly." Gen. Hawk motions toward the computers lining the wall, "Here are the details."

"You and your Long Range Recon Patrol will be inserted upcountry - into the Selva del Miedo - by way of the Rio Rojas on a swift boat. Our native allies, the Tucaros, have reported increased Cobra activity since last year's skirmish. Use extreme caution - the border here is undefined and in dispute. We can't risk a confrontation with Sierra Muerte"

"I am assigning Heavy Duty and Pathfinder to your command." The General continues, "Because this is strictly a recon patrol we are giving you a stripped down Hammer. No weaponry and light armor but it is fast and durable. Avoid conflict if you can. We need Intel before we can plan a course of action."

Lt. Falcon nods curtly, salutes then spins and strides off.

Hawk watches his subordinate exit and wonders if he should have told him about the other G.I. Joe operative in the area..."It's just as well," he concludes. "He will be there if needed."

In the central hall of the underground Cobra Bunker the Supreme Commander of the insidious Cobra organization impatiently anticipates the arrival of Copperhead. "Hey there CC! What's shaking?"

"You impertinent dunderhead! Show some respect for your leader or I will have your head!" rages the infuriated Cobra Commander.

"I am tasking you with escorting a heavy artillery piece to our new base in Sierra Gordo. You will take charge of Python Patrol Lima Squad and deliver the weapon unscathed. Do you understand, you cretin?" The Commander sneers at his underling with obvious disdain, "I had to reassign Overkill after noticing some - discrepancies - in his latest report. Major Bludd is now in charge of that operation."

"Go now, and do not disappoint me." With that, the Commander stalks off and Copperhead slinks away with his orders.

Location: Deep in the Jungles of Central America

Lt. Falcon and his LRRP have sighted a Cobra outpost and have begun surveillance.

"Keep your head on a swivel, Heavy Duty. This place is crawling with Cobras." The Lieutenant scans the enemy position. "Neo-Vipers! Why is it always Neo-Vipers?"

"I'm on it, Falc. I got my eyes on the prize. If them snakes move, I'm lighting 'em up." Heavy Duty swings his machine gun into position. "Yo, Pathfinder! You got that Hammer revved up and ready to go?"

"Ayup. Ain't no big," comes the curt reply.

Lt. Falcon scans the installation and spies Major Bludd. The Neo-Viper Commander steps up to the Major and something is spoken. Bludd begins to gesture frantically and the Neo-Vipers leap into battle positions.

The Neo-Vipers scramble into a defensive posture.

Finding cover, the crack troopers begin laying down fire on the Joes.

"We've been made! Time to motor. Pathfinder - get us out of here! HD lay down some covering fire!" Falcon orders his troops into motion and heads for the Hammer.

Pathfinder slides behind the wheel of the Hammer and Falcon is right behind! Heavy Duty lays down a devastating fusillade.

He empties all cartridges and heads for the jeep.

Heavy Duty and Lt. Falcon pile into the vehicle and Pathfinder guns it! As they speed away the Neo-Vipers pepper them with a furious fusillade of hot metal!

The Neo-Vipers throw everything they have at the escaping Joes!