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Special Missions 20
This is as much of a stinker as Special Missions gets. Arctic Joes and their toy vs. arctic Cobras and their toys. Luckily, the highlight of this issue is the Joes and the Oktober Guard teaming up.

The Oktober Guard is investigating something in the arctic circle, and the Joes are investigating them. Blah blah blah, Cobra is up to no good, the Guard and Joes combine forces to fight them. There’s some fun stuff with infrared signatures. Larry Hama loves infrared signatures. 

Turns out Cobra is using infrasonic sound to cause paranoia between the US and Russia to fight Glastnost. Yep. At least the Terrordrome bursting out of the ice is cool.

Also, ski-missiles were ridiculous when I was kid, they’re even more ridiculous now.

Bad Guys: Cobra.
Running Dog Insult: Yes, with a retort.
Cool Toy(s): So many literal toys being pushed here.
Badass Non-Joe: Colonel Brekhov, since he’s an ally here!

Rating: 3 Yo Joes, only because of the Oktober Guard showing up.



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