“That’s her,” Flint hissed. “The new Helix. Cobra calls her Almas —the Mongol Death Worm.”
Roadblock raised his massive .50 cal. “Then let’s go fishing.”
She turned, not with eyes, but with instinct. She drew two curved shamshir blades and dismounted. Her voice was a gravelly whisper. “The ninja thinks the wind hides him. But the Heleer ... the wind speaks to me.” Gi Joe 2 Mongol Heleer
“Roadblock!” Flint yelled over the comms. “The deal is going down! If that resonator hits the Gobi fault line, Beijing and Ulaanbaatar are gone in an hour!”
It wasn’t a bomb. It was a directional sonic resonator. One pulse aimed at a tectonic fault line, and it could collapse a mountain range. Aimed at a fleet? It would turn steel hulls into singing glass. “That’s her,” Flint hissed
Roadblock ran toward her, but it was too late. She leapt, grabbing the skid, the chip in her teeth like a golden coin.
But the woman, Almas, heard him anyway.
“Flint! Take the shot on the briefcase!”
“That’s her,” Flint hissed. “The new Helix. Cobra calls her Almas —the Mongol Death Worm.”
Roadblock raised his massive .50 cal. “Then let’s go fishing.”
She turned, not with eyes, but with instinct. She drew two curved shamshir blades and dismounted. Her voice was a gravelly whisper. “The ninja thinks the wind hides him. But the Heleer ... the wind speaks to me.”
“Roadblock!” Flint yelled over the comms. “The deal is going down! If that resonator hits the Gobi fault line, Beijing and Ulaanbaatar are gone in an hour!”
It wasn’t a bomb. It was a directional sonic resonator. One pulse aimed at a tectonic fault line, and it could collapse a mountain range. Aimed at a fleet? It would turn steel hulls into singing glass.
Roadblock ran toward her, but it was too late. She leapt, grabbing the skid, the chip in her teeth like a golden coin.
But the woman, Almas, heard him anyway.
“Flint! Take the shot on the briefcase!”