[b]IC: Cobra Commander[/b]

He had spent the days since the raid on the FBI perched in front of the screens that lined the one wall of his command center. Guards came in to serve him food and drink when he commanded, and Firefly had stopped by. Other than that, however, the Commander had sealed himself away in virtual isolation. He read file after file, discovering all that the X-Files had to tell him. Each were more fascinating than the last, but his eyes kept coming back to one in particular.

The X-File said that in a remote base under Yucca Mountain, the United States government had been hiding something for decades. The information was spotty, at best, but the rumors circulating around Yucca said whatever was hidden there would change the world as we knew it forever. The people in the towns closest to the mountain claimed they had heard what sounded like great screams coming from its directions, and odd flashes of light in the night sky. They often complained of their electronics and radios acting odd during these moments. The Commander had no clue what was hidden under the mountain, but wanted to know more.

"So you get anything out of this damned wild goose chase?" Firefly asked as he entered the Commander's chambers.

"I have gotten several things from this mission, as a matter of fact," the Commander waved his arm, presenting the screens to hsi friend. "Now the question is where do I go first."

"Well, what were your-"

Before the demolitions expert could continue, the Commander's door swing open swiftly, revealing the masked visage of Destro. The man could show little emotion due to the metal mask he wore, but the Commander could feel the anger pouring off him in waves, "Leave us, Firefly. I must speak to the Commander alone."

The Commander motioned for Firefly to stay where he was, "Last time I checked, Destro, I gave the orders. Whatever you have to say to me, you can say to Firefly."

"What I have to say, Commander," the notes of sarcasm and disrespect hung heavily on his words, "is that you are breaking our agreement by searching out for these...ridiculous weapons. Are my armaments not good enough for your troops anymore? Or should I take my business somewhere else?"

The Commander spoke in cool, confident, and malicious tones, "Destro, do not bring your spineless insecurities to me. Take them to the whore you sleep with from SPECTRE. Yes, I know. This is not a business. Cobra exists to reshape the world and bend those that live in it to our new order. If you have forgotton that, it is high time you remember. Your weapons are more than andequate, but we aim to change the planet, Destro. Sometimes that requires more than bullets and missiles, no matter how advanced they are. Now, leave. Go back to your factory, and continue making me weapons. Do not return here unless you are summoned. Do I make myself clear?"

Reluctantly, he saluted, "Yes, Commander."

Once he was gone, Firefly laughed, "Bit hard on the a-hole, weren't you?"

"I have not need for his petty problems. Men like Destro need to be put in their place periodically. Now, about retrieving my new weapon..."