And so it was, hours before the great dawn surprise-attack against JOE's Satellite base in the former Soviet state of Izykstan , the chief of COBRA Intel sat alone, awaiting the first reports of action. The Baroness, few knew her birth name, hated the tension, a plush leather chair her only company. Most always the news would be good at first, then some hotshot JOE would turn the tide and save the day. The sounds of static transmissions hummed around her, blue and red lights, blinking on and off.
Then, loud echoing footsteps, sharp and precise, as all COBRA enlisted were trained to do. The Baroness turned her chair to receive the messenger and with a squeak of rubber against rubber, crossed one leg over the other. She whipped her long black hair aside and prepared a hard glare for the hapless private.
He stopped cold twenty feet from her.
"Lieutenant! I have the first reports; At 0700 achieved complete surprise.5% Casualties so far, JOE has launched no counter-offensive and our Long Range Artillery has not arrived yet."
He stood at rapt attention, daring not a glance at her. The last private he heard of that scanned her assets as she walked by, got slammed into the wall and kicked down the hall, by Destro...her man in COBRA.
"Private? Why is the delay? I ordered two of our best battalions mobilized a day in advance."
She leaned in to hear what he had to say. ]
A spring popped and the private jumped.
He flinched. " My only guess is that they got lost...Lieutenant." He began to sweat.
He glanced ever so discreetly at her, and he knew he shouldn't have.
The Baroness was fond of wearing a black rubber cat suit complete with a shiny black feather-light alloy breastplate. It looked as if it was just another piece of rubber, conforming to her every curve, but I was known to have saved her from a. 50 caliber sniper shot that otherwise would've killed her outright. She also wore knee length boots that allowed for her signature stride.
Frightening other females and striking bold animal lust into her male subordinates, she would glean the tension from all of this; she relished it like a foodstuff, vital to her survival.
