Three men are on a key mission, wearing new Cobra uniform's. Waiting to meet a contact.
Buzzer : Hey! Mates, what are we doin ear again?
Ripper : We are meeting a bloke, about some shipment.
Buzzer : Well, what kind of shipment?
Torch : Don't know... Ain't that right, Rippa?
Ripper : Das right, mate. Mr Slade, said to be here at this time, to meet some fella.
Buzzer : Great! So we don't even know, what we are moving? I don't like dis one little bit... Do you think, the new boss don't trust us?
Ripper : No, I know he don't trust us... He don't trust anyone, or anything... This one is a real top-cat, he is.
Torch : I don't think I like this new look of ours, we are to trim, to proper.
Ripper : Stop complaining, we are Cobra now... The Dreadnok's are dead... Or do you wan't to end up like Zartan?
Torch and Buzzer just shake their heads...
Torch : There's are man... (Torch points to a white limo, that drives up to the spot).
The window of the limo rolls down, a woman with black hair hands Ripper a minila folder, and a cell phone. The limo pulls away, and the cell phone starts ringing.
Ripper : Ello! (he answers the call).
Buzzer : I got a bad feeling about this boys... I think we are getting in over our heads.
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