"Target in sight," Cammy whispered into her mic. "Broadcasting the signal. It’s not just Bison this time. Cobra Commander is in the room."
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. Redmoa_-_Cammy_JOE.zip
Alarms blared. Crimson Guards and Shadaloo Dolls swarmed the floor. Cammy moved like a blur of green and blonde, her martial arts perfected by years of combat and now augmented by Joe gadgets. She wasn't just a soldier anymore; she was the bridge between two worlds of heroes, a "Joe" through and through, determined to ensure that "knowing is half the battle"—and the other half was a well-placed Spiral Arrow. "Target in sight," Cammy whispered into her mic