Flint swallowed. The blood seemed to drain out of his face. He had never been caught in a situation like this before.
Think, Flint, think. How are you going to get out of this one?
Elsewhere, the sounds of explosions and gunfire raged all around. But this lone spot was an area of calm amidst the sea of violence.
Dusty, dressed in Cobra officer garb, stood front and center at the top of the embankment. He aimed his rifle at Flint.
"You're surrounded and out-gunned, Flint," Dusty said. "Throw down your weapons and surrender."
"What if we don't?" Flint said defiantly. "What are you going to do then? You're going to kill us all?"
"I will if I have to. I'll shoot every last one of you with no qualms," Dusty declared. But there was a note of uncertainty in his voice.
"Come on, let's waste these little punks," a Cobra trooper said, his finger itchy on the trigger.
"Yeah, kill 'em all," another trooper said.
"No one shoots anyone without my order!" Dusty shouted, asserting his authority.
Lieutenant Carol Demming, second in command of the Cobra group under Dusty, stepped up next to the man she loved with a blind, insensate passion. She put a hand on his arm.
"Are you afraid to shoot your own brothers?" Demming said.
Dusty heard her voice and watched her lips move through the black Cobra face mask, and he trembled. What was this strange power that this woman held over him?
"I'm not afraid of anything," Dusty said. But he still sounded unsure.
"Flint, I don't like this," Roadblock whispered as he stood next to Flint.
Flint held up his hands. He and his men faced certain death. There was only one option left to him, and it went against every instinct in his body.
"Everyone calm down. We surrender. You hear that? We surrender. All Joes, stand down. That's an order."
No sooner had all the Joes thrown down their weapons, when an impatient Cobra trooper let loose a single shot, felling Gung-Ho and setting off an orgy of violence. All of the Cobra troopers opened fire on the helpless Joes at once, while the Joes scrambled to grab their weapons and find what paltry cover their AWE Strikers offered in their position of fatal vulnerabili...More Cartoon Sex Stories...
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