It all began the day Dr. Death Defying was late for the midday broadcast. Honestly, six years of this shit and the one time he's late, even by a minute, they get hacked. Typical.
He had been reaching forward for the headphones, glancing at the clock as he did so, when suddenly an unfamiliar voice began to flood through the radio that was always left on, whether by accident or on purpose. Freezing, the bearded killjoy watched the radio (not that it was much use) as the voice on the other end made their announcement,
"Hello, killjoys. Seems old Dr. Death Defying was finally late, huh?" It was a female, he could tell that much, although he didn't recognize her voice. "Took him long enough. We were getting tired of waiting. By 'we', I mean my comrades, Starlit Annihilator, Steampunk Destroyer, Combat Pounder and myself, Masked Harlequin." There was the sound of distant noise, like someone talking in the background, then a chuckle. After a moment's pause, her voice came through again, "We are the killjoys of Zone Four." He had to stop his jaw dropping in surprise. Zone Four? That zone had been declared off limits years ago, the air in it still poisonous due to bombing BL/ind had done a couple of years back. Walk in there and you'd surely die. "Yes, yes, we know what you're thinking. How are we alive? Simple. Ever heard the saying 'go underground'? Well that's what we did. Literally. But that isn't important."
"You're probably all wondering why we've hacked this broadcast. To be honest, I'm surprised those Better Living motherfuckers haven't yet. This security sucks," Dr. Death Defying frowned. It wasn't that bad. "We're here to warn you. The dracs you're fighting right now, they're nothing compared to what we're facing, trust me. BL/ind have whole range of new weapons that their disposal, bigger and more dangerous ones. Why they haven't used them on you yet, I don't know. But they've used them on us, and believe me, they're something to fear." He got the feeling she wanted to say more, but there was the sound of static followed by muffled voices.
"Shit, our connection's cutting. Alright, better make this quick. Look, killjoys, there's not much you can do about it right now. There's a reason you haven't been shown these new weapons yet and it's up to you to figure out why. But for now, just carry on like you don't know anything. If BL/ind think they still have the element of surprise on their side, they might start making mistakes. They've already made one, thinking we're cut off from the rest of you. That's all from us down here in Zone Four, but remember, we'll be listening. Keep Running, Killjoys." The static returned, crackling for a few moments before cutting to silence.
Dr. Death Defying sat back in his chair, rubbing his forehead. What he had just heard was a lot to take in. The fact that Zone Four was livable was enough, but new BL/ind weapons? Jesus, that was heavy. But whoever these killjoys were, Starlit Annihilator, Steampunk Destroyer, Combat Pounder, Masked Harlequin, they sounded like they knew what they were talking about. He couldn't see any reason not to believe that there was truth in what they said. Besides, he didn't think any BL/ind operative could sound so convincing, no matter how well trained.
Dragging his seat forwards, Dr. D picked up the headphones, slipping them over his ears before grabbing the mic and clicking onto his now open line. He made a quick broadcast, only briefly mentioning the hack before giving a quick update on new developments (there hadn't been any). After he had logged off however, instead of leaving the radio room like he normally did, the tan killjoy switched onto a private line, one that was exclusive to him and the radio that was kept in the killjoy car. "Zone Four, now. Drop off Missile at base," He spoke quickly, keeping the transmission short and brief. Dr. D didn't know what to make of these new Killjoys, but he did know that they needed more info on them, soon. And who better to go into a presumably fatal area of the desert than The Fabulous Killjoys?
He just hoped they'd drop off The Kid first.