Kobra jumped out of the way from an oncoming laser beam. "Shit," He muttered, as he landed on his injured leg. Poison seeing as one of Korse's men opened fire on his group, ordered the group to start shooting at the Dracs. Korse backed away from Poison's ray gun and started shooting at the Killjoys.

Kobra forced himself to stand up, his leg was throbbing in pain, but he had to help his group. He refused to feel useless. He pulled out his ray gun and began shooting at the Dracs and Korse. The groups were having a hard time hitting each other; they just couldn't seem to kill one another.

Korse swore under his breath, seeing as this battle wasn't going to end, he lowered his gun and pulled out a black and white bomb. He set the timer for fifteen seconds and swiftly rolled in between Ghoul and Poison. Korse motioned for his men to get out of here; they ran off back onto their motorcycles and car.

Poison heard the familiar sound of ticking and looked to his feet. His eyes widen in fear. "Everybody run!" Poison screamed, they looked to their leader confused but did as they were told. Kobra grabbed Missile's hand and started to run as fast as he could go, Ghoul and Jet took off in the same direction, Poison ran in the opposite direction. They heard a loud boom and were thrown to the hard ground. Kobra covered Missile with his body, making sure that none of the pieces of the bomb cut her.

They all heard ringing in their ears; they looked up to see everyone was okay. Kobra got up and helped Missile get to her feet. Jet and Ghoul stood up, and so did Poison. Poison made his way over to his group.

"That pussy used a bomb! I want to ring his neck!" Ghoul exclaimed.

"I think we all do, but right now, we need to get away from here. They know where we are if we stay here. I say we head over to Dr. D's and Show Pony's place for the night; and see what happens from there." Poison suggested. Everyone nodded in agreement. They piled into the small Trans Am, and were off.

The ride was silent; everyone was trying to comprehend what had just happened. Poison finally spoke up.

"Kobra how's your leg? I saw that you landed on it."

"Its fine hurts a little, but I'll live." Kobra smiled tiredly. "How much longer?"

"I think we're almost there, maybe fifteen more minutes?" Poison stated he looked in the rearview mirror to see Missile sleeping soundly, Ghoul and Jet were staring out into the empty dessert. The sun had completely disappeared about an hour ago so Poison guessed it was around eight maybe nine o'clock at night.

Soon enough Poison pulled up to Dr. D's and Show Pony's little shelter. It was a boarded up house, and the wooden boards were painted on with bright colors. Poison yawned and stopped the car. Jet stepped out of the car, as did Kobra and Ghoul. Poison got out and opened the door that Missile was closest too. He scooped her up in his arms and then they all walked up to the small house. Ghoul knocked on what they assumed was the door.

"Who is it?" They heard Pony's voice from the inside.

"Pony it us!" Ghoul yelled back.

"Oh okay," Pony said back and he opened the make-shift door. "Why are you guys here what happened?"

"We'll explain once we are inside." Poison said and Pony nodded allowing the four men to walk inside.

"Who's the little girl?" Pony asked, "And why does Kobra have a limp?"

"I'll explain everything, but do you have any place where we could lay her down?" Poison asked.

"Yeah," Pony skated over to a cot over in the corner. He cleared it off and Poison set Missile kid down. Dr. D hearing the commotion wheeled himself out to where the five men stood. Kobra took a seat on a small stool, his leg still hurting from landing on it.

"What happened?" Dr. D asked, Poison sighed and explained everything from the first attack to Korse.

"Wait you and Jet were almost bombed? You could've told Kobra and I this." Ghoul stared wide eyed at Poison who merely shrugged.

"I didn't see any importance in it." Poison said simply.

"You got to be kidding me! You two could've died." Ghoul exclaimed.

"Let's calm down, you guys have a bigger issue on your hands. An exterminator has his eyes on you. It's a miracle you guys got away the first time." Dr. D said and got confused glances from the four boys.

"A what?" Jet asked.

"An Exterminator. They do the killing for BL/ind. They are really good at what they do, and usually never lose." Dr. D explained and Kobra sighed.

"Great exactly what we needed, an expert killer is after us." Kobra grunted.

"You guys should stay here until Kobra is fully healed. But after that you need to get on the move, the longer you stay in one place the more of a chance you have of being found." Dr. D informed.

"Okay," Poison stated, he could still tell that Ghoul was upset with him.

"Ghoul I'm sorry I didn't tell you two, it escaped my mind." Poison apologized, Ghoul rolled his eyes.

"Those things don't just slip your mind Poison," Ghoul barked.

"I'm sorry okay? It's in the past; there isn't much I can do about it now." Poison snapped.

"You could've done something when it happened! Just because you're the boss doesn't mean you can decide on what's important enough to share with the whole group!" Ghoul yelled.

"If I was the leader, then yes it would be my job to decide what's important or not!" Poison growled.

"Will you two just stop! You like a married couple! Ghoul, he can't do anything about it, and Poison yes you should've told us. Let it go!" Kobra yelled rubbing his temples. Ghoul and Poison stared at Kobra; he usually stayed out of their fights. Poison looked to the ground ashamed. His brother was right, he should've just told them, and right now was not the time to fight.

Ghoul sighed and walked away, mumbling something about getting a smoke. Jet got up and walked into Dr. D's radio lair. Dr. D called it his lair because he spent most of his time in that small room, giving out reports, ad weather forecasts'.

Poison sighed, grabbed a stool, and sat down next to Kobra, who was staring intently at his shoes.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you guys. I just don't like fights, they make me nervous." Kobra stated in a small whisper, so quiet Poison almost didn't hear him.

"No reason to be sorry, we shouldn't have been fighting," Poison said wrapping his arm around his brother's shoulders.

"Poison, do you think we'll ever see our wives again?" Kobra questioned, making Poison stiffen. He tried not thinking of his family.

"I don't know Kobra, honestly I don't know." Poison whispered back.