The bald man, Korse, walked briskly to the man standing proudly in the corner of the glassy, moonlit room. Newsagogo stood nearby, smiling. The draculoids circled around the room, aiming their guns at the four Killjoys. One drac stood off to the side with a gun pressed to Missile Kid's temple.

"Korse!" The man said eagerly, grasping the bald man's hand in a firm handshake. Korse smiled a crooked grin, glad to see his boss pleased with his work. "I am very happy to see that you have completely cleared the zones of Killjoys. You did a fantastic job getting them all here to the city!"

"It was my pleasure, sir." Korse replied, tipping his head in respect.

"And Ms. Newsagogo." The man said, stepping up to the petite woman. "You have been wonderful as well! Without your careful eye, my draculoids would not be doing their jobs. Also, thank you very much for babysitting little Grace."

Missile Kid scoffed in the corner. Her father's head snapped in her direction, and he grinned a menacing, toothy smile. Missile glared at her father while struggling against the drac beside her, uncaring that a gun was against her skull.

"Oh Grace, what are we going to do, honey? You've been a very bad girl. I am extremely disappointed in you." He scolded, stepping in front of the small girl. She spat at her father's feet. "This is not how I raised you! You need to show respect!" The man slapped Missile hard across the face. Poison and Jet jumped at the unexpected strike, while Kobra and Ghoul hissed with fury. Missile gaped in shock, her left cheek turning red.

"I am your Father, and you will obey me. Missile, I wouldn't want to have to FORCE you to follow my rules; you wouldn't want that. Would you?"

"No." Missile mumbled, barely audible.

Her father tapped his foot on the ground. "I didn't hear you."

Missile hesitated before speaking. She looked straight into the man's cold eyes. "Fuck off." She lunged forward, hissing her curse directly in his face. The draculoid grabbed her by her curly hair, pulling her back to her place. Missile cried out in pain and fear. She knew she was being stupid; there was no one to save her now. The Killjoys had lost, and she was about to become another victim to her father's ruthless rule.

The man turned back to the Killjoys. A single drac stepped behind each Killjoy, placing the barrel of a ray gun against the back of their heads. Poison gulped, realizing that they had failed. They had failed their families. If his wife and daughter were still out there, they would never be saved. At that moment, he was more scared for his family than for his own life. He wasn't afraid of dying; he was afraid that he would never see the beautiful face of Lindsey, or Bandit ever again.

The Killjoys had guns, but they were severely outnumbered. If they so much as raised their guns, they would be shot down. No one wanted to take the risk of being the one starting the massacre of their own friends. One by one, they dropped their guns into their holsters. They stood still, awaiting their own excecution. There was nothing else they could do.

"Grace, I feel like I failed you as a father." The man spoke, looking at Missile. "I feel like I was so busy rebuilding the planet, that I had no time to discipline you. I let you stray. You have fallen in with the wrong crowd; and so I must change that. I must show you what happens when you don't follow the rules. There are consequences."

Kobra Kid watched in pure terror as Missile's father walked over to Party Poison. Poison looked up into the man's black eyes with disgust. The man raised his gun, firing down into the Killjoy's shin. Poison screamed in pain, and dropped to the ground. Dark red blood gushed out of his leg just below his knee. Kobra Kid shook uncontrollably; he couldn't watch this. Ghoul and Jet held their screams of horror in by covering their mouths; they could not believe that this man would drag their deaths out like this. They expected a quick shot to the head. Missile stood in the corner bawling. She whimpered pleas for him to stop, but the man continued on to the next Killjoy in line. Ghoul.

Ghoul dropped to the ground quickly, a laser beam piercing the right side of his chest. He gasped in pain, clutching his shirt. Blood began saturating his dark shirt, then making it's way through his vest. Poison was writhing on the floor in agony; and Kobra was dry heaving at the sight.

"You see, Grace. This is the penalty for disobeying me. There is no way rebelling will bring you success." The man spoke, holding his gun up in the air, ready to fire at Jet Star.

To everyone's surprise, the door behind the Killjoys thrust open. Show Pony whirled gracefully into the room.