~~~Ryan/Mad Missile's POV~~~

I waited for all the lights to go down before sneaking out of the compound. I sprinted over to the car I'd left parked and stripped down, back into my Bl/nd overalls. I sat in the car and grabbed the intercom.
"Mad Missile to Exterminator. Sir, we have an issue. Over."
"Exterminator to Mad Missile. What is this issue? Over."
I started driving as I spoke.
"I'm on my way back to headquarters now. It's best to discuss this in person. Over."
"Hurry. Over."
I put the intercom back and floored it.

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"He's having triplets."
The Exterminator broke the gun he was holding.
"Triplets?"
"Yes, Sir."
"THIS RUINS EVERYTHING."
I blinked at him.
"Sir, how?"
"It just does. You're dismissed to debrief and to pull out of this mission."
"But Sir, I can't just disappear. They're expecting me to be in Mikey's rooms."
"Mikey?"
"Kobra Kid, Sir."
He walked around with his hands to his lips.
"You're going to need to do something Mad Missile."
He chucked some red hair dye at me and I looked up at him.
"As you wish, Sir."

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I stared at the red dye dripping out of my hair in the mirror and felt a pang of familiarity. The same thing happened when the Killjoys had mentioned the name Gerard. I looked into the mirror and stared at my hazel brown eyes and thought back. I had no memory other than waking up to see the Exterminator standing over me.
"Who am I..?"

Notes

Blood Splatter Killjoy this should hold you out for a few days.