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Submission
Shipwreck suddenly dives at Darklon, reaching for his gas mask! Darklon reacts and falls to the floor! Shipwreck stays on top of him, reaching tirelessly to tear the mask from Darklon’s head!
Darklon: Stop! STOP! Ok! I’ll help you! What do you want?
Still on top of Darklon ensuring submission, Shipwreck replies.
Shipwreck: First tell me what the Grenadier plan is here, ok? What’s your angle?
Darklon: I dunno! I thought I knew, but suddenly Venomous Maximus is calling the shots! All that I know is that this whole Castle is crawling with infection now! The ventilation system’s been breached! It’s just a matter of time until anyone without a gas mask is gonna turn in to a mutant monster!
Shipwreck gets up and offers a hand to Darklon below. A hand that Darklon accepts.
Shipwreck: Darklon, you gotta think! What could Destro possibly gain from keeping all of us locked in here? Is he holding us hostage? For ransom? Does he want to study the mutants? Think!
Darklon: I don’t know! Destro didn’t know this was gonna happen! He couldn’t have! All I know is the Iron Grenadiers were ordered to help your team in South America, and that’s it!
Shipwreck: Or maybe he DID know this was gonna happen!
Darklon: What? How?
Shipwreck: It’s not like Destro to endanger his troops like this. He ain’t Cobra Commander. Destro takes risk, but the risk is always calculated.
Darklon adjusts his mask with his hands while he responds. He is satisfied that the mask was not compromised.
Darklon: Get to the point, sailor!
Shipwreck: My point is, I think Destro knows exactly what he’s doing. Which means that we have the luxury of a little bit more time. He’s not gonna blow up his castle but he might want his troops to mutate. I figure that all we need to do is get to a communications hub. Are you with me?
Darklon: You want to phone Destro?
Shipwreck: Nah. I don’t think he likes me much. I have a much better idea!
Submission
Shipwreck suddenly dives at Darklon, reaching for his gas mask! Darklon reacts and falls to the floor! Shipwreck stays on top of him, reaching tirelessly to tear the mask from Darklon’s head!
Darklon: Stop! STOP! Ok! I’ll help you! What do you want?
Still on top of Darklon ensuring submission, Shipwreck replies.
Shipwreck: First tell me what the Grenadier plan is here, ok? What’s your angle?
Darklon: I dunno! I thought I knew, but suddenly Venomous Maximus is calling the shots! All that I know is that this whole Castle is crawling with infection now! The ventilation system’s been breached! It’s just a matter of time until anyone without a gas mask is gonna turn in to a mutant monster!
Shipwreck gets up and offers a hand to Darklon below. A hand that Darklon accepts.
Shipwreck: Darklon, you gotta think! What could Destro possibly gain from keeping all of us locked in here? Is he holding us hostage? For ransom? Does he want to study the mutants? Think!
Darklon: I don’t know! Destro didn’t know this was gonna happen! He couldn’t have! All I know is the Iron Grenadiers were ordered to help your team in South America, and that’s it!
Shipwreck: Or maybe he DID know this was gonna happen!
Darklon: What? How?
Shipwreck: It’s not like Destro to endanger his troops like this. He ain’t Cobra Commander. Destro takes risk, but the risk is always calculated.
Darklon adjusts his mask with his hands while he responds. He is satisfied that the mask was not compromised.
Darklon: Get to the point, sailor!
Shipwreck: My point is, I think Destro knows exactly what he’s doing. Which means that we have the luxury of a little bit more time. He’s not gonna blow up his castle but he might want his troops to mutate. I figure that all we need to do is get to a communications hub. Are you with me?
Darklon: You want to phone Destro?
Shipwreck: Nah. I don’t think he likes me much. I have a much better idea!