GI JOE Porn Story: The Return of Sgt Goodwin Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Getting into the Demolition business
The Pit-GI Joe Headquarters
Secret Compound
Quantico,Virginia
Goodwin exited the jeep he drove from Washington. The trip from the nations capitol, while not a long one, had made his anger increase in temperature and intensity. The United States was a great country full of wonderful people who believed in the vision and promises the nation offered. Why did certain people in the world have a problem with that? Why did it always seem somebody was threatening the US? Was it a power trip from a select minority of the demented? Goodwin had no answers, but he scowled as he approached the gate. Showing his computer ID to the sentry, he was granted entry past the gate. Just a few American Flags flew in the light breeze. There was nothing to suggest that the compound was anything other than a surplus arms depot and storage facility. Goodwin entered a small building that resembled a small check point. He once again presented his ID to a sentry who motioned for the aging marine to place his hand on a computer touch pad. A quick finger print scan confirmed that Hawk had indeed entered Danny Goodwin, Code name Rage, into the computer. The sentry nodded and Goodwin entered the elevator and prepared to be taken to GI Joe headquarters for the first time in many years.
The elevator opened and Goodwin exited. Two more sentries eyed him carefully, before allowing him to pass. Danny went through two double doors and eyed his surroundings. A firing range. Glass windows that allowed him to see the Joes swimming pool and also an exercise facility, even further underground then he already was.
I cant believe it!
Goodwin spun around and saw the source of the familiar voice. His old friend, Grand Slam, smiling and patting his shoulder.
Dan! Great to see you! What on earth are doing here!
Goodwin put his arm around his dear friend and mentor.
I cant exactly say, James, said Goodwin, addressing Grand Slam by his first name.
But lets just say it involves roach extermination, and it will likely involve you.
Grand Slam clapped his hands and waved his right fist.
Hot Damn! I could use some action Dan! This must be big.
It is, confirmed the old marine. That much I can say
Grand Slam gestured toward the rest of the pit. Ill give you the nickel tour.
Goodwin thanked Grand Slam. Just remember, I will need to get to a strategy room pretty soon.
Grand Slam acknowledged Goodwins request. Sure, youll enjoy the tour. Its not the 80s anymore Dan, we have made serious adjustments down here, and so many of your dear old friends are here. Snakeeyes, Duke, Wild Bill, Flash and guess what? Gung-Ho is here? How about that?
Goodwin laughed slightly. Marvelous!, Ill try not to use big words around him.
Grand Slam laughed heartily.Good to see you havent changed!
Later that night, after exchanging pleasantries with so many of his old friends and meeting new Joes who only knew him from stories, Danny sat in a small intelligence room. He had his maps, he had his information, he had G. files and he had a telephone. He also had a cold bottle of fine German Beer supplied by Duke and he had a fine cigar presented to him by Shipwreck. After turning off all the lights in the room except for a small lamp by his desk, The GI Joe known as Rage, was ready to build his plan. The first issue of importance in any mission, was personnel. Who would be the best Joes for the mission? Who could best lend their unique talents to the objective of demolishing the Nigerian building that housed Extensive Enterprises? Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow sneaking onto the grounds was obvious. Those two old ninjas had the ability to devastate the enemy and disappear before any damage was detected. A second and larger team would have to be positioned to come into Nigeria by force and battle heavy Cobra artillery and even an air defense if it came to that. There was simply no guarantee that the building could be destroyed before Cobra had time to mount a defense. Indeed, never one to underestimate the enemy, Goodwin knew it was likely that a contingency plan would be in place. It would be wide, Goodwin further reasoned, to request that Duke Hauser assemble the heavy artillery force. As for his own personal force, that would require more thought. Certainly, he worked best with Wayne Beach Head Sneddon, even though they often butted heads. Bringing Grand Slam was also an easy choice. Gung-Ho, for all his pig headed stubbornness and Neanderthal ways was also essential. Rock and Roll, Grunt and Breaker would also be helpful. Trip Wire was also critical. The way that Goodwin had in mind to sneak his team into the base would require Trip Wires unique talent for detecting hidden explosives. Goodwin puffed his cigar and smiled. Some things just got better with time. He believed that would be the case with this mission. He knew his own abilities were intact. He trusted his longtime friends and fellow Joes. He looked forward to seeing younger recruits, many of whom he had trained, in their first significant mission. Goodwin turned off his computer. He snuffed out his cigar. Picking up the phone, he dialed Dukes extension. After two rings, Duke answered.
Duke, Goodwin began in his raspy voice. Its tomorrow morning at 0800. You and everyone else will find out why I am back.
Good! Duke shot back. I am sure this will be good!
Oh it will be, the old Marine agreed. Well worth the wait!
Hauser laughed. I would expect nothing less out of you, ya old war horse!
Goodwin smiled. It’s great to be back boss, its been too long.
Hauser agreed. It has been Dan, way too long. See you in the morning.
Yeah, see you then. Goodwin hung up the phone.
Turning out the light, Goodwin stood and left the room. Cobra had made a mistake sprouting fangs again, and Goodwin intended to show them the error of their ways.