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The rotors of the helicopter thumped against the night air as the small Cobra strike team readied themselves for the coming skirmish. Cobra Commander sat quietly in the front of the chopper, readying the high-powered rifle in his hands. It was a proprietary Cobra design given to him by Destro. It fired concussion grenades, hollow-point rounds, and included a scope that was able to see through walls. It was a bit high tech for what he was used to, but it was useful. The troops in the helicopter with him were the best of the best in the Cobra Crimson guard. He wanted this to be a quick, quiet operation. He didn't need an unwanted guests tonight. 

"What are we doing here again?" Firefly asked, leaning from the back into the pilot's cabin. "You haven't really told us what we're going after."

Cobra hadn't told them what the actual target was. The only briefing he had given his troops was the location and some basic instructions. Everything else was in his head. What he wanted was a crapshoot, in reality. It was nothing but rumor cloaked in secrecy. He wasn't sure if it existed. But if it did, he'd find it and unleash it.

"Gentlemen," the Commander opened the comm channel to his guard's headsets, "we are currently enroute to the FBI headquarters in Washington D.C.. Our goal is to infiltrate the special projects wing and find the area designated to the X-Files. Once there, I will secure the information we require. We will then destroy the building. A separate ground team will create diversionary tactics in order to allow us the optimal chance of succeeding."

"What do these X-Files have that are so important?" Firefly queried on a private channel.

"They have the trail to remake the world, my friend," was the Commander's answer. "And I intend to be the sole owner of that trail."