The Coils of the Serpent

**May, 1994**

**GI Joe Headquarters, Utah**

Hawk walked into the briefing room in the underground base
of the GI Joe team to see the strike team he’d selected was already seated and
waiting. Hawk looked across the table to Hit&Run as he headed toward the
front.

“Get the lights.”

The light infantryman nodded and flipped the lights off as
Hawk turned on the slide projector.

The first slide was a photo of a man with a strange looking
gold helmet on, with a monocle in his right eye and wearing a green and black
tunic. A gold-coloured cloth mask obscured the bottom half of his face, like a
bandit in an old cowboy movie.

“This is Overlord,” Hawk began. “Former Crimson Guardsman
who has left the organisation. According to our defector, Stratton, Overlord
left a few months ago after disagreeing with Cobra Commander over the direction
he’s taken Cobra in. CIA has picked up chatter in the mercenary and independent
espionage communities that Overlord’s been recruiting personnel. Until now,
that’s all we’ve had to go on.”

Hawk hit the button for the next slide.

“This is a house in the foothills of the Appalachians. A
joint FBI-ATF investigation has uncovered evidence of it being used by
Overlord’s new organisation. The house and its property are owned by a
corporation called International Logistics Company. That, we think, is a front.
I.L. Co. is an anagram for Coil, which a CIA informant reported was the name
for Overlord’s group.”

The slide showed a two-level house set amongst trees with
the smaller mountains of the Appalachians in the distance. Hawk cued up the
next slide. This one was an overhead map of the area.

“The house came to the attention of federal authorities
after a pair of hikers heard automatic weapons fire and followed it to the edge
of the property where they witnessed several uniformed men conducting target
practice. They reported it to the FBI, believing that the men might be
terrorists of some kind. The FBI and ATF investigated and discovered the
house’s ownership and the tax forms filed for International Logistics.”

Hawk quickly clicked through the next few slides, showing
property deeds, tax forms and other legal malarkey.

“FBI and ATF mounted a covert surveillance of the house and
property,” Hawk went on, as the next slide loaded. This was a photo showing
several men in green and black uniforms, wearing black masks, carrying
sub-machine guns. The next few slides showed more of the masked men, on the
property.

“They concluded the house was definitely of interest and
began digging into the company’s records more deeply.”

The next slide showed three helicopters parked in a hangar
at a small airfield.

“International Logistics maintains these helos at a nearby
airfield, where federal agents counted a minimum of sixty personnel present at
all times. It’s likely these are Coil troops, capable of supporting defence of
the house.”

The next slide showed Overlord outside the house, talking to
several Coil troops.

“We believe Overlord to be present at the house. You are
tasked with assaulting the house and capturing Overlord if he is present. Your
secondary objective is to gather any materials at the house which might provide
further intelligence.”

Hawk clicked off the projector and Hit&Run put the
lights back on.

“Beach Head will lead the assault team. Ambush and Lowlight
provide over-watch. Mainframe, if they have any computers present, your job is
securing them for study.” Hawk looked around the group. “Questions?”

Spearhead put a hand up. “What are our engagement rules?”

“Shoot to kill, capture Overlord, everyone else is
expendable.”

Repeater raised his hand. “What about the airfield?”

“We’ll have federal agents monitoring that for launch of the
helos.”

“What’s our extraction plan?” Beach Head asked.

“Lift Ticket will extract you from the house in a Tomahawk.
Wild Bill will be on station to provide close air support for the extraction in
the Locust.”

**Appalachian foothills, Georgia**

**Shortly before dawn, next morning**

Ambush and Lowlight moved into position, moving carefully to
the top of the ridgeline. Both were wearing ghillie suits to make them harder
to spot amongst the undergrowth. Ambush carried his scoped assault rifle,
whilst Lowlight was carrying his usual sniper rifle. They reached the
ridgeline, set up their weapons and adjusted the scopes to sight on the house.

Behind them, the assault team was moving along a narrow
path. Beach Head was behind Spearhead who had point. Recoil was bringing up the
rear, with Hit&Run and Repeater in the middle with Mainframe.

“Sniper team in position,” Lowlight reported over his radio.

“Strike team, go,” Beach Head ordered as they moved down the
hillside, away from the sniper team’s position. “Engage Coil troops on sight.”

“Roger that,” Spearhead said as he moved ahead.

“Solid copy,” Hit&Run added as he began to move out to
take the flank position.

Spearhead was moving ahead, keeping his eyes out for Coil
troopers among the trees. Suddenly he felt something catch his leg. He glanced
down, expecting it to be some bush’s branch, but he realised it was a tripwire.

“Down!” He screamed, throwing himself to the ground.

Bouncing Betty mines erupted from the ground as he hit the
deck, spinning up into the air.

The other members of the strike team had already dived for
cover at Spearhead’s warning.

The mines exploded, showering the area with their razor
shards that ripped through the trees and bushes. Some of the shrapnel pinged
off the team’s helmets and body armour.

“Sound off!” Beach Head hollered.

“Recoil in the green.”

“Hit&Run’s good.”

“Repeater’s okay.”

“Mainframe shaken but okay.”

“Spearhead’s embarrassed but fine.”

The team got to their feet, but had barely shaken themselves
off when gunfire began raining down from the ridge to their left.

“Ambush!” Beach Head screamed. “Targets left side! Left
side!”

The Joes began returning fire.

Suddenly there was the whistle of incoming shells before the
trees and bushes exploded.

“They’ve got this area presighted for mortar fire!” Recoil
hollered.

Smoke grenades began to explode ahead of them, blanketing
the woods with thick smoke.

“Counter-attack into the smoke!” Beach Head yelled. “Push,
push, push!”

The Joes ran forward, firing from the hip. Mainframe
struggled to keep up as he ran, carrying his portable computer along with his
kit.

“Mainframe, you’re gonna get hit by a mortar! Lose them in
the smoke! Go, go, go!” Beach Head shouted as he ran past.

A Coil trooper loomed out of the smoke, a sub-machine gun
levelled at Mainframe. He fired his MP5 sub-machine gun one-handed, wildly spraying
a burst into the Coil trooper’s chest.

The team moved ahead of Mainframe, engaging a dozen Coil
troopers before emerging from the smoke cloud.

“*Two vehicles leaving the target building*,” Ambush
reported over the radio.

“Don’t let them get away!” Beach Head yelled back.

“*Roger, firing anti-tank weapon, danger close.”*

Beach Head turned toward the driveway, where two small SUVs
were racing down the unpaved track.

Hit&Run sprayed one of the vehicles with bullets, but
they pinged off the bodywork.

“Anti-tank weapon, danger close!” Beach Head shouted, “Get
back from the road!”

“Bloody hell, those vehicles are bullet-proof!” Recoil
shouted as he fired his own M16 at the SUVs.

A rocket slammed down out of the sky, obliterating the lead
vehicle before a second rocket blasted apart the trailing vehicle.

“*Moving vehicles neutralised,”* Lowlight reported
calmly. “*Be advised, we have not, repeat we have not spotted Overlord and no one else has left the house. Those jeeps may have been decoys, over.”*

“Roger that,” Beach Head replied, finally speaking more
normally. “We’re advancing on the house.”

The strike team moved forward. A pair of Coil troopers
opened fire from inside the house, but they were cut down by Repeater’s machine
gun.

“Breach and clear, go, go, go!” Beach Head ordered.

Hit&Run and Spearhead moved to the front door, taking
positions either side, as Repeater and Beach Head moved to cover them, whilst
Recoil watched the team’s backs and Mainframe tried to stay out of the way. The
computers specialist was breathing hard and hated to admit it, but he was out
of shape and unused to all this running around.

Spearhead slapped a shaped charge on the front door, the
charge detonated, blowing the door in, splintered wood flying everywhere as he
and Hit&Run pivoted in through the door, weapons up.

A Coil trooper charged them from the door to the kitchen.
Hit&Run cut him down with a burst from his M4. Another was charging forward
from a room at the rear. Spearhead shot him, the burst taking the gunman in the
face, before pivoting right and dropping another Coil trooper springing to his
feet from behind a desk.

“Front room, clear!” Spearhead called as Beach Head and
Repeater moved in to the house.

“Recoil, make sure no one leaves through the kitchen,” Beach
Head ordered as Spearhead kicked in the door of the office off the front room.

“Office clear.”

“Kitchen clear,” Recoil reported seconds later.

“Hit&Run, clear the upstairs with Spearhead. Breach and
clear any locked rooms.”

The two infantrymen moved up the stairs, checking a
mezzanine seating area was clear, before checking the bathroom. They cleared
the first bedroom, finding a room bare of anything except a dozen sleeping
bags.

As the pair moved to the second room, a Coil trooper threw open
the door. Spearhead fired, dropping the gunman before he could react.

The final bedroom was locked. Hit&Run slapped the
breaching charge on the door. The door exploded and Spearhead leaped through
the door, dropping a Coil trooper crouched by the room’s sole bed with a burst
of fire. Another Coil trooper was charging toward him from the en suite when
Hit&Run shot him.

“Top floor clear!” Spearhead shouted as he and Hit&Run
moved to the top of the stairs. “Two coming down.”

On the ground floor, Mainframe had already sat down, opened
up his portable computer and was getting to work on the Coil computers.

“Ground floor secure,” Recoil said.

“Top floor secure.” Spearhead changed magazines on his
assault rifle.

Beach Head nodded to Hit&Run. “Take Recoil and check the
basement for enemy activity, breach and clear, go.”

The two infantrymen moved to the staircase at the side of
the kitchen.

“Beach Head seems very serious,” Hit&Run commented.

“Hm,” Recoil grunted. “I think it’s because he’s finally commanding
an op without Duke or Flint looking over his shoulder.”

Recoil pulled out a flash-bang and flicked the pin clear,
“Fire in the hole!”

The thunder-flash bounced off the wall of the staircase,
before hitting the floor of the basement and exploding in a bright light and
overwhelming roar of noise.

“I got your back, Recoil,” Hit&Run said as Recoil moved
around the corner of the stairs and into the basement.

The pair moved to a small laundry room, which was empty.
They moved to the narrow corridor leading away from the main basement room. Two
locked doors, one either side.

“Left or right?” Recoil asked, grinning.

“Right,” Hit&Run said, slapping his next breaching
charge on the left door.

The door exploded inward, to reveal another room with sleeping
bags on the floor, a pair of large glass doors at the back and three Coil
troopers running out them.

The two Joes shot them in the back.

“Beach Head, we’ve got a boat house down on the shore of the
lake. We’re going to check it out,” Recoil reported over his walkie-talkie.

“*Roger that*.”

Hit&Run reloaded his M4 as he and Recoil moved down the
path to the boathouse. A large wooden sailboat was inside. The Joes exchanged a
shrug after checking inside it and jogged back to the house.

“Boathouse clear,” Hit&Run reported before setting his
next charge on the last door.

Beach Head’s acknowledgement was drowned out by the door
exploding. Recoil shot the one Coil trooper in the room.

“Basement secure,” Recoil reported. “We’ve found their arms
cache.”

The room was indeed an armoury, with racks of assault
rifles, sub-machine guns and automatic pistols on the walls, a pair of light
machine guns stripped for cleaning atop a work-bench and several boxes of ammo,
grenades, mines and demolition charges.

“A veritable cornucopia of mayhem,” Hit&Run commented.
“Let’s hope we don’t need any of it.”

They headed back upstairs to where Beach Head was watching
Mainframe work.

“No sign of Overlord,” Hit&Run commented.

Hawk’s voice came over the radio.

“*Beach Head, this is Hawk. What’s the situation?”*

“About thirty hired guns, but no sign of Overlord, sir,”
Beach Head answered.

“*Perhaps our intel was off,”* Hawk commented.

“Well, the quality of the intel’s about to improve,” Beach
Head answered, looking around the front room, where diagrams, photos and other
documents were pinned to moveable boards, the walls and scattered across the
desks. “This place is a damn goldmine.”

“*Roger that, Beach Head.* *Have your team collect everything you can for an operations playbook. Names, contacts, places, everything.”*

“Already on it,
sir,” Beach Head replied. “Mainframe’s on the computers already and Spearhead’s
photographing everything.”

Hit&Run
looked around to see the pointman was indeed taking photos of all the boards
and the documents, careful to avoid touching it as much as he could.

“*Good work, sarge,”* Hawk said. “*We’re ready with*
the extraction force as soon as you need us.”

Lowlight’s voice cut in over the radio. “*Be advised, you have a large concentration of hostiles moving in from the south-east, they've just breached the perimeter! I'll try to thin 'em out before they get too close.”*

Beach Head looked
annoyed, so far as Recoil could judge his expression behind the balaclava he
wore. “The Coil are going to do everything they can to stop us getting out of
here with this intel. We need to give Mainframe time to crack those computers.
Hit&Run, Recoil, cover the south-east. Repeater, cover the front door.
Spearhead, you and me cover the west. Move!”

Sniper rifle fire and the odd burst of automatic gunfire
punctuated the quiet of the area as Ambush and Lowlight fired on the advancing
Coil troops.

Hit&Run and Recoil moved to the windows looking out on
that side of the house. They could just about make out the Coil forces’ bright
green uniforms among the trees.

“Hostiles closing in,” Hit&Run shouted. “Firing!”

He and Recoil began taking out whichever target they could
see. Some of the Coil troopers began firing back, bullets slapping into the
wooden house’s walls.

“*I’ve got eyes on an RPG team moving in from the south-west!”* Ambush warned them.

“Got it,” Repeater replied. “RPG team moving in from the
south-west.”

The Ranger opened fire with his hip-mounted machine gun,
bullets spraying out to cut them down.

The Coil troops were making faint progress, either being
gunned down by the Joes inside the house, or sniped by the team on the
ridgeline.

Spearhead and Beach Head were firing on the Coil troops
coming from the west as well as Repeater. Behind them Mainframe had given up
trying to access the computers and was busy unscrewing the case of one of the
PCs instead.

Lowlight’s voice came over the radio circuit again, “*I have eyes on additional hostile forces moving in on your position. They're approaching from the solar panels east of the house*.”

“Roger that,” Recoil replied. “I’ll try to cut them off as
they come through the trees!”

Automatic weapons fire clattered about the house as the Joes
kept up their fire.

Hit&Run changed magazines in his M4 and then announced,
“Last mag!”

“Everyone sound off your ammo state!” Beach Head hollered.

“Two mags left,” called out Spearhead.

“Two hundred rounds and falling,” Repeater said after
checking his ammo belt.

“Three mags,” Recoil reported.

“I’m down to two, as well,” Beach Head said.

“I’ve still got five for my MP5,” Mainframe called out.

“Hit&Run, grab us some ammo from the armoury. The rest
of you, try to conserve ammo. Repeater, I want you to swap the MG for
Mainframe’s gun. We might need that baby for when we evac,” Beach Head ordered.

Hit&Run ran across the room, into the kitchen and headed
down to the basement as Repeater moved back from the front door, lowered his
light machine-gun to the floor before moving to grab Mainframe’s MP5 and his
spare magazines.

In the basement, Hit&Run found a pair of black holdalls.
He looked through the magazines, found several boxes of 5.56mm ammo in NATO
standard mags and shoved them into one of the bags. A box of 9mm NATO STANAG
magazines for sub-machine guns went into the second bag, along with a bandolier
holding 40mm grenades suitable for Recoil’s M203. Hit&Run then found
several landmines in two boxes and stuffed them in the bag as well.

Back in the main room, Hit&Run began sharing out the
ammo, handing the 9mm ammo to Beach Head and Repeater; the bandolier of
grenades to Recoil before splitting the 5.56mm ammo between Recoil, Spearhead
and himself.

“I’m going out to mine the eastern approach, that’s where
they’re concentrated,” Hit&Run told Beach Head. “Give me some cover, okay?”

“Roger that, mate,” Beach Head replied. Hit&Run hefted
the bag and then headed for the kitchen’s door.

“*This is Ambush, we’re starting to take return fire here. We’re displacing, you’re going to be without sniper support for at least ninety seconds.”*

Hit&Run ran around the back of the house before moving
to the east. He began carefully working his way along, planting Claymore mines
and Bouncing Betties in a firing line behind trees and the odd fallen trunk,
boulder or other obstacles. Gunfire crackled around him. He suddenly heard the
sound of helicopters in the distance. Turning, he saw three Bell Twin Huey
transports flying in.

“Enemy transport choppers coming from the south-west,” he
reported over the radio.

*“Hit&Run, use the rest of your claymores to cover the west side of the driveway and fall back to the house,”* Beach Head ordered.

“Roger, I’m moving.”

As the light infantryman ran, he heard several of the mines
exploding behind him as the Coil troops advanced.

Inside the house, Beach Head used the brief respite of
reloading to turn to Mainframe. “How you getting on?” he asked.

Mainframe was busy unscrewing the fourth PC’s case. “I’ve
pulled the hard-drives from the computers. It was taking me too long to try
cracking their security. This way we can take the important part and do it at
our leisure back at the PIT.”

“Good thinking,” Beach Head said.

The three Hueys hovered a good ten feet off the ground,
their side doors opening before some ropes were thrown out.

“A case of cold ones to whoever can hit four of them before
they reach the ground,” Beach Head said.

As the Coil troopers began fast-roping out of the
helicopters, the Joes opened fire.

Hit&Run crashed in through the kitchen doorway,
startling Mainframe.

“Hey, you’ve got the bag still,” Mainframe said. “Good. Grab
the hard-drives and put them inside. I’m nearly done here.”

Hit&Run grabbed the indicated parts and stuffed them
into the hold all.

“Hawk, this is Beach Head, we’re ready for evac. We’ve got
hostiles around us, we’re going to have to fight our way out.”

“*Roger that, we’re lifting off now, will advise.”*

Mainframe took his MP5 back off Repeater who hefted his
light machine-gun once more. Explosions shook the house as the Coil troops
reached the second minefield.

“Lowlight, this is Beach Head, we’re getting ready for evac
here, what’s your situation?”

“*We’re ready to evac. We’ll make our own way out and call in for pick up from another LZ. We’re not going to be able to get to you easily from here*.”

“Copy, be careful,” Beach Head replied.

The Ranger turned to the rest of the team, “Extraction point
is the field down the hill to the west. The Coil troops are between it and us.
Don’t get pinned down, keep running and only fire at what you have to.”

The rest of the team nodded.

“Let’s do this,” Beach Head said.

Hit&Run led the way out the door, Spearhead close behind
him. The pair had point since Hit&Run knew where the mines were.

The team sprinted across the house’s garden, scrambled over
the fence and into the western field. Coil troops appeared from around some
stables. Repeater slowed enough to fire his machine gun in a pair of short
bursts to send them diving for cover. Recoil fired a grenade in that direction
to put them off as well.

The team kept running.

A small force of Coil troops intercepted them at the top of
the hill; Repeater gunned three of them down, before the others shot the rest.

Suddenly a mortar shell exploded behind them. Beach Head
staggered, nearly falling over, but managed to stay upright.

Two more mortar rounds dropped off to their right. Another
landed closer to the left. Spearhead was knocked off his feet, but scrambled
back up.

“They're
bracketing our position with mortars, keep moving but watch your back! Go! Go!
Get to the LZ! Keep moving!” Beach Head shouted.

The team
barrelled down the hill as two more shells exploded near them.

The Joes ran on, into the field where the evacuation
helicopter was due to arrive.

“*This is Hawk, we’re two minutes out, what’s your status?”*

“We’re taking mortar fire and need air support!” Recoil
shouted as another shell landed near by.

This time the shell landed close enough to lift Mainframe
off his feet and slam him back down hard.

Beach Head hefted the Marine to his feet. “I've got you, Mianframe, hang on! Wild Bill, I've
popped red smoke in the treeline! Standby to engage on my mark!”

“*Roger that. I have a visual on the red smoke. Standing by,”* the pilot replied as his
Locust sped toward the field.

Beach Head fire a burst back toward the pursuing Coil
troops, before guiding Mainframe onward. The Marine was starting to come
around.

“Wild Bill, you’re cleared hot!” Beach Head shouted once he
was sure that he and Mainframe were far enough from the smoke.

“*Roger that, cleared hot. Guns, guns, guns.”*

The tiny single-seat helicopter roared over their heads
before cutting loose with the side-mounted twin guns. Trees exploded as the
shells ripped through the Coil troopers.

Ahead of them, the familiar and welcome sight of a Tomahawk
greeted them as it pivoted overhead before dropping toward the ground.

Hawk stepped down the rear ramp as Recoil, Hit&Run and
Spearhead ran toward it.

The three infantryman passed Hawk without comment. Repeater
crouched near the helicopter’s tail, his machine gun ready as Wild Bill danced
the Locust across the sky, firing his guns at the Coil troops. Beach Head
helped Mainframe to the rear ramp.

“Is he alright?” Hawk asked as they reached the ramp.

“I’m not sure,” Beach Head answered. “He got thrown about by
a mortar explosion.”

Hawk waved to where Stretcher was sitting further forward.
“Get him checked out by the medic.”

Hawk turned toward Repeater, “Move your ass, Ranger, or
you’re getting left behind!”

Repeater sprang up, span smoothly on one foot and ran up the
ramp.

Hawk keyed his intercom headset. “We’re clear, Lift-Ticket,
get us out of here!”

The Tomahawk lifted up and dipped its nose as the veteran
pilot flew away.

Hawk closed the ramp and moved forward.

“Where are Ambush and Lowlight?” he asked.

“We need to pick them up,” Recoil answered, wiping sweat
from his face with his sleeve. “They opted to evac a different way, rather than
trying to link up with us.”

Hawk headed for the cockpit.

“Lowlight, this is Hawk,” he radioed. “What’s your
location?”

“*Ambush and I are on the western shore of the lake. We managed to avoid the Coil troops, but we could use a ride out of here*.”

“Roger, stand by and we’ll find you.”

Hawk looked back at Mainframe and Stretcher as Lift Ticket
brought the Tomahawk around.

“How is he?” Hawk asked.

“Slightly concussed, shaken up with some cuts and bruises,
but he’ll be fine in about a week.” Stretcher didn’t look up from where he was
putting a dressing on a gash on Mainframe’s arm.

“Good, we’ll pick up our snipers and then head back to the
airfield to refuel.”

Beach Head took Spearhead’s camera from the point man and
the holdall from Hit&Run.

“We got the hard drives from their computers and photos of
their plans. Hope it was worth it,” Beach Head said.

“If we stop even one Coil attack, it’s worth it,” Hawk
replied. “Good work everyone.”

Recoil didn’t hear him; he’d already nodded off to
sleep.

## Notes

This story starts the arc featuring The Coil as
villains, or the villains behind the scenes. It’s adapted from the CoD: MW2
mission ‘Loose Ends’, but with a happier ending, and relocated to the US. The
title is basically supposed to evoke the idea of the Coil being a Cobra
splinter group.