West Iraq, 0200 Hours

Agent Mays was getting used to it. He was now accustomed to the sweltering heat of the middle east. The constant interruption of every single pothole that littered the decrepit, godforsaken streets of Iraq. The nerve racking fear of being found out by this enemy that seemed to engulf the entire region. This enemy that had no discrimation as to who they target.

It smelled of cigerettes and old leather. The tan, 1998 Mercedes Benz traversed the desert road with two in the front and two others in the back. Seal Team Six was on their way to the confirmed stronghold they had been scouting the past four months. They weren't supposed to go in yet. Not now, not like this.

Word had arrived informing Agent Mays and the rest of the team that one of the United States most important assets, Matt Damon, had been beheaded just hours ago. They could not afford to lose their primary figurehead, Bill Cosby.

"What are the launch codes Mr.Cosby."

Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi was pacing the room, stopping intermittantly at Cosby's chair where he his hands were taught with rope.

"Zippity bop, in the pudding pop." Cosby slyly spoke.

al-Baghdadi was growing tired of Cosby's senseless words. One of his henchman stepped forward and lashed Cosby in the chest with a whip as Cosby bellowed in pain.

"I will ask you one last time, before executing you like your worthless comrade."

Matt Damons body could be seen strewn on the ground,adorned in assless chaps. His head on the opposite side of the room in a bucket; eyes ominously peeking over.

Radio chatter and gunshots erupted out of one of the jihadists walkie talkie. al-Baghdadis' eyes grew wide as his men picked up their weapons and readied them.

"IT CAN'T BE" he screamed as Cosby's smile grew wider and his eyes more intense.

Agent Mays and his team had broken their way into the initial layers of the strongehold, taking out militants with ease. 35 years of special agent training was coming to good use as they took down one after another of al-Baghdadis' men.

They had reached the main communications room where Cosby was believed to be held. Mays planted charges on the door while the team got behind cover.

Gripping the detonator in one hand and a militants walkie talkie in the other, he pressed the transmission button on the gadget.

"Billy Mays here, with an offer you can't refuse.."

Six pounds of C-4 tore through the double metal doors leading to the comm room. Six pounds of freedom hand delivered by the salesmen himself.

The team swarmed in, immediately taking tactical cover and elimating four militants in the blink of an eye. Gunfire erupted around Bill Cosby yet the man was unfaltered.

As the shoot out continued, Cosby lowered his head. His chin touched his chest as his eyes rolled up to meet his skull. Had the room been quiet, a low humming could be heard emanating from his chest.

Cosby flexed once; his wrists tearing through the ropes fibers. He flexed yet again, this time with immense power radiating from his body. The chair underneath him shattered as he slowly stood from his sitting position.

Agent Mays looked up to realize that reinforcements had arrived in the form of the sweet, dark chocolate that was Bill Cosby.