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"Target in sight," Cammy whispered into her mic. "Broadcasting the signal. It’s not just Bison this time. Cobra Commander is in the room."

The jungle of Southeast Asia was a wall of humid green, but Cammy White—now operating under the G.I. Joe designation —didn't feel the heat. She was focused on the rhythmic pulse of a Shadaloo signal coming from a hidden bunker beneath the canopy. Redmoa_-_Cammy_JOE.zip

She didn't wait for a reply. With a burst of speed that defied the dense undergrowth, she launched herself from the ridge. She hit the ground in a , shattered the bunker's reinforced glass, and spiraled into the center of the command hub. "Target in sight," Cammy whispered into her mic

She wasn't wearing her standard Delta Red beret. Instead, she sported a tactical Joe-issued harness over a reinforced olive-drab bodysuit, her signature blonde braids tucked into a high-tech comms headset. Beside her, the legendary Joe ninja remained a silent shadow. Cobra Commander is in the room