[b]IC: Cobra Commander[/b]

"Ground team," Cobra Commander said into the comm link. "You're go for distraction."

From above the streets of Washington DC in the Cobra helicopter, the Commander saw the bright plum of fire errupt from elsewhere in the city, marking where the ground team and set off the first of many improvised explosive devices. The Commander wanted the feds to think this was some amateur Jihadist setting off the explosives. That way they'd waste time in fanning out in a manhunt for their target instead of putting together a competant counter attack. He enjoyed how predictable the United States government was. If nothing else, he could always rely on them to act moronic.

"Infiltration team, get ready," Firefly barked as the helicopter readied itself to land on top of FBI headquarters. The chopper was outfitted with an FBI transponder code, ensuring they would have a smooth landing. Once inside, however, it would be a different story. Firefly called out, "Ground team says power will be out in ten seconds."

The Commander counted down the incriments in his head, and at the exact moment he finished, the city of Washington went dark. The FBI headquarters had a generator, no doubt, but the time it would take their security systems to come back online would allow the invading squad to enter the building undetected by the feds' cameras. The leader of the terrorist organization spoke calmly to his troops as the aircraft began landing, "The layout of the building has been uploaded to your HUDs. Fire in short, controlled bursts. Let the Americans panic. We are Cobra. We do not fear death."

"Yes, sir!" the Crimson Guard members responded in unison. 

The helicopter touched down, winding down its engines as the Commander stepped out in front of his men. Without a word, the squad moved forward with their leader at the point. He didn't often step onto the battlefield, but when he did, he always made sure he was the one at the head of the column. It reminded him of the old times where he was the most feared killer in a region. Sure, people feared his appearance now, but few knew how supremely deadly Cobra Commander was in a fight. But tonight they would remember.

The Commander quickly cut through the lock on the roof's door with a shot from his silenced pistol, but not before checking what was on the other side using his helmet's infrared view. Bursting through the door, he fired two more silenced shots into the foreheads of the entrance's guards before they could gain their bearings. Holstering the pistol, he unhooked the high-powered rifle from his back and began moving towards his goal. Alarms began to blare through the halls of what the foolish Bereau believed to be a fortress. Agents began running through the corridors in a panic, not ready for the sudden incursion onto their hallowed soil. As they ran like the fools they are, they were picked off by the Commander's expert marksmanship, and if he happened to miss, one of his Crimson Guard was there to take the fortunate agent's life.

At a crossroads, the Commander motioned for half of his team to go one way, while he, Firefly, and the other half went in the opposite direction towards the end goal. He knew his men could take care of any pitiful FBI agent that got in their way, and splitting up ensured him an easier path to the X-Files.

"So really," Firefly said after firing a burst from his submachine gun, "what are these things?"

The Commander had always admired how calm his good friend could be in the middle of a fire fight. It was one reason he had kept Firefly around for so long. The man just knew how to handle himself on the battlefield. While others would be wetting themselves in fear, the headstrong demolitions expert would be laughing at them and ripping the throat out of an enemy. But this also meant he was always asking the Commander questions.

"You and I both know the world, the universe is more than what the common man thinks it is," Cobra Commander responded after scoring another round of headshots. "The X-Files contain some of the most easily attainable information on the subjects a normal man should not know about. I intend to find something that will bring this world to its knees."

"Well it's a good thing you're not a normal man, huh?" his friend laughed a sadistic laugh.

Before long they reached their destination, easily breaching the door, and firing two rounds into the gut of the lone agent guarding the room. The X-Files were housed in a small office, with nothing betraying the vast amount of knowledge hidden in the computers housed there.

"Not much to look at," Firefly shrugged.

"Don't judge a book by its cover, my friend," the Commander plugged the data device from his belt into one of the computers. Instantly it began leeching all the data held on the drive. "With what we get from this computer could remake the world as we have always dreamed."

"You're a fool," the wounded agent counghed from the floor, blood trickling from the sides of his mouth. "Whatever you find here won't help you. It'll end up killing us all."

"Lucky for you," the Commander fired another round into the agent's temple, "you won't be around to see that."

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The helicopter took off from the roof of FBI headquarters, the entire contingent of Cobra soldiers on board and unharmed. The Commander smiled behind his mask. His plan had gone off without a problem. Now came time for the icing on the proverbial cake. He flipped a detonator off his belt, flipping the cover open to reveal the ignition button. He pressed it with glee, setting the building off below in a brilliant blaze.

In a matter of minutes, FBI headquarters was nothing but a burning pile of ash and rubble.