Pearls of Wisdom From Destro
By Indigo Rose and Artful Dodger
Disclaimer: Neither COBRA nor any of its affiliates are mine, for which I
am grateful; I'm sure they'd be far more trouble than they're worth just
trying to keep an eye on them...
A/N: I know, this is just plain wrong! But it's been something that
Artful Dodger and I have been thinking about for a LONG time, and it just
wouldn't leave us alone. Unfortunately, there's plenty more where this
came from... This story is dedicated to RodZD because I love his stuff and
wish he'd write more! :-)
"Wow Bobby, finding this broken lock on the back of the gun store
sure was smart of you!" A freckled brown-haired boy of about eleven
grinned excitedly at his friends in the dark alleyway.
Another boy with dark hair nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we can sneak
in there and steal a couple of guns for ourselves to play war with, easy!"
Suddenly, a deep voice rumbled from the darkness behind them.
"That's not very wise," it cautioned.
The three boys spun around. "Hey, it's Destro!" Bobby cried. Sure
enough, standing in the alleyway with a brown trenchcoat over his signature
black and red open-necked uniform was COBRA's brilliant (if unstable)
His chrome mask glinting in the dim light from the street, Destro
nodded gravely. "Don't just take one or two of the guns," he advised the
trio in a chiding tone. "You should take *all* of them, and store them
away in secret locations to be used later. Then, you can take your surplus
weapons and ammunition and sell them to your friends for a handsome
The boys' faces lit up with understanding. "Wow, thanks Destro!"
they exclaimed happily. "Now we know!"
"And knowing is half the battle," Destro agreed.
***This message was most definitely NOT brought to you by the National
Child Safety Council. COBRA assumes no liability for any claims brought
forward connected with this, so don't even think about it.