You're looking a little tense, my man.
You want me to take the wheel?
I've driven through sleet, snow, hail,
and the Long Island expressway.
A little Scottish mist got nothin' on me.
Easy!
Oh-ho! How about Scottish roads?
You have to drive on the left side here.
Is it any wonder I prefer traveling by sewer pipe?
Hey, look at this.
Duke?
It's the inventory I downloaded from Cobra's storehouse in Canada.
Okay.
Listed under "bio-viper." There. See?
It's a reference to some kind of delivery system called the bio-dag.
Fascinating.
Think about it.
Cobra's planning to deliver the bio-viper somewhere.
Look, I don't know what you've been moping about,
but it's time to get your game face on.
We're two miles out from where that techno viper was headed,
and we have no idea what we're walking into.
Exactly.
Well, not the standard Cobra lab I was expecting.
Do you suppose that techno viper just picked these coordinates at random?
I'll find out. You sit tight.
"Sit tight"? What are we, 12?
It's like walking into a museum.
I thought I was running recon.
We missed you.
This place is massive.
It makes sense to use more bodies.
Fine.
But we stay together, and nobody touches anything.
I didn't touch a thing, I swear.
Accused of a crime they didn't commit,
a ragtag band of fugitives fights a covert battle to clear their names
and expose the insidious enemy that is...
Cobra.
Some call them outlaws.
Some call them heroes.
But these determined men and women
think of themselves only as... ordinary Joes.
And this is their story.
Okay, the way I see it,
we just tripped some kind of automated security system.
That, or someone's watching us.
Either way, we're getting out of here.
Great.
Check your weapons.
I got nothin'.
They've been powered down somehow.
Then our first priority is to find an exit.
Let's move.
Aah! Ugh!
As demonstrated by this simulation,
the bio-dag flies virtually undetected
until the moment of impact.
By then, it's too late.
Dr. Bender, Destro...
This is a wonderful example of how your collaboration should work,
particularly in light of your last failed effort.
I still say you mothballed the techno viper too soon, Baroness.
I had such high hopes.
What hopes?
That slime was too erratic, much like its originator.
Only the tech was erratic, metal mouth.
Enough!
Baroness...
If we employ the bio-dag now,
wouldn't the vipers leave evidence that could be traced back to Cobra?
I'm confident that won't be a problem, commander.
Very nice.
And what is the status of the prototype?
Built and ready to launch from my highland facility.
Then let's stage an actual demonstration, shall we?
Of course.
And might I be so bold as to suggest
the Baroness come here to personally supervise the test?
Excellent idea.
Baroness, divert your flight.
Sir, Destro...
I really don't see an advantage
to having me there simply to watch you push buttons.
I have something to show you, my dear Baroness...
A gift that was unexpectedly left on my doorstep.
Well, now we know whose hospitality we're enjoying.
James McCullen...
M.A.R.S. Industries' big-headed honcho.
And the reason our weapons aren't working.
He built them. He obviously knows how to power them down.
Remember, McCullen's in bed with Cobra.
We need to find him. I think we should split up.
No. Too risky.
Duke, a word in private?
Please?
Since when is anything too risky for you?
I'm just assessing the threat level.
We've been too reckless lately.
That's not it.
I've noticed a change in you ever since roadblock nearly drowned.
Duke, that wasn't your fault.
But it was my responsibility.
That's what this is about?
We're all responsible for each other.
Cut yourself a little slack.
The squad depends on me to keep us alive, Scarlett,
and I need to start doing a better job of it.
Welcome, Baroness, to McCullen castle.
My time is short. Where's the bio-dag?
This way.
I thought we could enjoy a little repast while we work.
Chocolate?
Some of the finest in the Commonwealth.
Mmm.
I do love chocolate.
We are very much alike, you and I.
What do you mean?
We've made similar choices in our lives.
We have passions, and we've put them to work,
in hopes of improving the world.
Yes, Cobra has provided us both wonderful opportunities,
even if you do tend turn your nose up at them.
I've learned my lesson, Baroness.
And since then, I've done everything the commander has asked of me.
Perhaps you should consider doing more than what's asked of you.
Like presenting you with a gift that will take your breath away?
Meet our dinner guests for the evening.
Ready to have some fun?
Jackpot.
No go. These are dead, too.
Hey.
Check it out.
Can't power down these bad boys.
If we got to fight, we'll just do it old-school.
Well, it is better than nothing.
At least until we find our way out of this maze.
Oh, I don't think you'll be going anywhere,
my dear home invaders.
Now that you've properly armed yourselves,
tonight's entertainment can finally begin.
Take cover!
A suit of armor. How inventive.
Actually...
It's one of my new battle android troopers.
I hid the prototypes inside armor for security's sake.
The commander will be so pleased.
Must you always put his interests ahead of your own, Baroness?
The Joes are my gift to you, not to him.
Grab a shield!
I am so embarrassed.
Don't be.
I can't remember the last time I've so enjoyed myself.
The fun doesn't have to end here.
Mmm.
Anastasia...
Just think of what we could accomplish in concert.
A partnership?
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Try having a little something to eat.
Unless you brought a straw, my dear...
I'll be dining later.
This way! Move! Move!
This ain't gonna hold more than 30 seconds!
And the final chapter in tonight's thrilling drama...
the dead end.
Well, for a second there, it seemed like a good idea.
It still is.
We just need the battery packs from our weapons.
Why?
They explode when ruptured.
Wait! We only get one shot.
And those things will keep on coming.
Now!
Can't find a door, make one.
Uh-oh.
Define "uh-oh."
Bio-dag. Remember?
That's the viper delivery system I saw in Cobra's inventory.
They're preparing to launch it.
Keep moving! Go, go, go!
Those punks are about to angle in for a better shot.
We need a plan now!
That vitol out there... I can access its missile system.
So can any one of us.
You don't have to be our protector.
Duke!
Destroy that airship!
I'll buy you another.
Duke.
Hold your fire.
That... that was incredible.
And their fate now rests in your hands.
What are your orders?
Hold them.
I have questions.
Take the prisoners to the dungeon.
I'm sorry that this mask must come between us, Anastasia.
Perhaps Cobra commander will recognize your achievement
and allow me to remove it for you.
Ahem.
Commander, I...
- Um, we were... - It is not as it appears, sir.
What he means, sir, is that James...
I... I mean Destro...
has successfully captured the Joes.
Their leader has already been eliminated.
That is good news.
In regards to the test, we'll now focus on a site and...
I've already chosen.
A mining camp in Greenland,
owned by a particularly annoying competitor.
Make certain there are no survivors.
We will launch the bio-dag as soon as I receive the coordinates, commander.
See that you do.
First ripcord... Now Duke.
What was with him, man?
Why did he go all lone-wolf like that?
For us.
He didn't want his decisions putting us at risk anymore.
That's crazy!
That dude was good at making decisions.
And being in charge is overrated.
Who would want that job?
Unless you'd care to join your fallen comrade,
you'll answer me truthfully.
Who told you about this castle?
Last chance.
I know that voice.
McCullen.
Nice head gear.
Shoot them all. Start with the ninja.
Wait. Stop. Stop!
Your techno viper was headed here.
I'm listening.
We assumed it was following some kind of homing instinct.
What? I never programmed a homing instinct.
That must be Mindbender's doing.
But why would he send that thing to my castle?
Unless...
Unless he was sending it after me!
Baroness!
We'll discuss it later, Destro.
Right now, we have a launch to attend to.
Bid farewell to our guests.
Finish them.
- Duke! - You're alive!
And you wondered why I was so eager to get out of this castle.
We saw you get blown up.
Tell us what happened. How did you get out?
When that vitol was coming apart around me,
one thing became pretty obvious.
I had to bail.
By the time I climbed out of the well,
you were being escorted into some kind of passageway.
You dog!
You had us all emotional and everything!
And I hate gettin' emotional.
Very macho, guys.
But right now, we have a launch to scuttle.
Good thing there are more where this came from.
Forget the systems checks, Scrap Iron.
Just release the clamps and launch!
Warning. Clamps still engaged.
Ignition in 30 seconds.
What's that mean?
If I don't release those clamps...
The rocket will fill this place with fire and then detonate.
Ignition in 20 seconds.
Ignition in 10 seconds.
Such wonderful heroics, sergeant,
yet all for naught.
2, 1...
Zero.
Ignition.
Anastasia!
James.
You'll be all right.
What will we do?
Cobra commander.
I will accept full responsibility.
What else can he possibly do to me?
You have no idea.
Well, as fun as this is, we'd better not hang around.
I'm sure Cobra is sending backup.
Duke.
Don't worry. I'll be fine.
I know. And so will we.
As long as we're all in this thing together.
Uh, just wanted you to know, Duke,
uh, we'd follow you anywhere.
Feeling's mutual.
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