Ghoul poked his head out of the door of the control room and into the hall way.
"...The coast is clear," he whispered back to Jet, who was behind him. They all crept out into the eerily deserted hall, and walked slowly, stopping at every corner to check around it. What spooked them most was the tiny amount of Draculoids. Only about two or three blocked their path the entire way back to the front lobby. Which was also empty.
"He said-" Poison growled, referring to Korse.
"Shhh," Kobra hissed. "Listen..." The sound of a hundred footsteps pounded down the hall way they had just been in.
"This is it. Good luck you guys. See you on the other side..." Ghoul gulped and reloaded his gun along with the others. "Remember. We have to make this look like a legit escape attempt. So...run!" They span on their heels as the Dracs poured through the door - countless numbers. A laser beam zipped past Jet's ear and he gasped, turning and shooting the Drac down. He saw Kobra and Poison already in the mass of the fight, barely escaping the gun shots. Missile was standing in the centre of the room, her hands clasped over her ears. She was blocking out all of the bad noise. Jet ran at her and grabbed her tiny hand, but she yanked herself away and resumed to her previous position.

Poison was surrounded. He and Kobra's backs were pressed together, but there were Dracs every which way.
"You okay back there?" Kobra asked over his shoulder. Poison grunted a "yes" but soon he felt Kobra dart away. He was alone. Something hard whacked him on the back of the head, making him fly forward and almost fall to the ground. Without thinking, he whipped around and grabbed the back of the Dracs mask.
"You're going to get better. Stop." The Drac writhed and shot his gun backwards, narrowly missing Poison's stomach. Poison decided it was safer to just stun this guy, so he placed the tip of his gun in the small of the Dracs back and fired. He forgot to let go of the mask. The Drac fell forward instantly, leaving the mask swinging in Poison's hand. Poison almost fainted. The twisted face that greeted him was a shock. There, on the floor, eyes open and staring in paralysis, was his old friend. Jimmy Urine.
"Mecha Maniac" he sighed sadly, drinking it all in. Before he had a chance to think further, a hand wrapped around his neck and shoved him against the wall. Korse stood glaring, though Poison could see the resentment in his eyes.
"You don't have to..." Poison choked against his hand. "Let one of the Dracs do it." Korse shook his head.
"I have to," he growled through bared, angry teeth. "You know the plan, right?" Poison nodded.
"Just...do it. I trust you."
"You know how easy it would be for me to kill you right now, don't you?" Poison saw Korse's eyes shining. He smirked as he shifted against the wall.
"I know. But like I said...I trust you." Korse swallowed hard.
"See you, Party Poison. Good luck." Poison nodded. The gun pressed at his neck fired. Everything went black.

Kobra screeched. He didn't care if he'd been stunned or not - Poison had been hit. By Korse. He ran at him, firing laser beams and not caring where they went. Korse turned to face him with saddened eyes and an evil smile, and fired. Kobra Kid fell.

"Take Missile! Go! We have to get her out of here!" Ghoul yelled at Jet. Without hesitation, Jet grabbed Missile's hand and dragged her out of the door. Ghoul slammed it after them, leaving himself inside. Missile stopped and ran back to the door.
"What are you doing?" she cried through the glass.
"Save yourself! I'll hold them back!" She didn't have time to protest - Jet had her hand again and pulled her towards the Trans-Am.
"C'mon, c'mon," he begged at the empty road ahead. Where were they? Like his thoughts and prayers were answered, a van with graffiti all over it skidded onto the highway and hurtled towards them. "Go! Missile! Go!" Jet shrieked at the small girl, and she nodded before running at the van. As Jet neared the Trans-Am, something sharp hit him in the back. Darkness.

Ghoul hadn't stood a chance.

Airi stepped out from behind a door. She smiled widely at Korse.
"Well done, Zone Runner. You're sure to be awarded for this." She walked over to Poison and put her heeled shoe onto his cheek, turning his face towards her. "Such pretty boys. Such a shame. Bring in the body bags. Get these four down to the morgue."
"The girl," Korse panted. "Grace...she escaped." Airi looked at him and cocked her head to the side.
"And I hope she rots in that rat-infested desert where she belongs. She is no longer needed. We have completed all we needed to." Four S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W units appeared with stretchers laden with body bags. The Fabulous Killjoys were packed inside. Korse watched as Poison's pale face was zipped up. A grin played on his lips. Airi saw it and grinned back. Little did she know that they were both grinning for completely opposite reasons.
"Miss. Isoda!" came an anxious, hurried voice from behind them. They both span around.
"What?" Airi asked the upper level Draculoid.
"It's the Distillation rooms m'am! They're being destroyed one by one! The company is falling apart! They're inside!" Airi's face went sheet white. She grabbed her cell phone.
"Tell the Boss to stay hidden in the West Wing. We...we have another problem." She hung up and stared wide-eyed at Korse. "Get your units to the Distillation rooms and the Power Plant. NOW!"
"Of course, m'am," Korse replied. "Right away."