The last of the Dracs were defeated. Party Poison blew the smoke off the muzzle of the raygun.
"They'll never take us alive, boys." he said to the rest of the Killjoys, Jet Star, Fun Ghoul, and Kobra Kid, his brother. "We're the motherfuckin' fabulous Killjoys. Killjoys never die."
"Can we go now, Poison?" Ghoul wined. "We ghosted the Dracs, I haven't eaten in days-"
"Grace is probably worried sick about us-" Jet added.
"Fine ya big babies." Poison answered. "Get in the Transam."

After driving back to the diner for who knew how long, Ghoul had noticed a human figure laying in the desert.
"Poison pull over." he said.
"What the fuck is it now, Ghoul?" Poison complained. "I haven't slept in days trying watch your guys, asses and-"
"Holy shit, Poison." Kobra said pointing out the figure to Poison. This caused Poison to slam the breaks of the Transam and stop the car just a few feet in front of the body. Ghoul and Kobra ran out to it for a better look.
"What is it ?" Jet called out to them as he and Poison got out.
"It's human." Ghoul called back, "But it looks like Grace."
"Only whiter and older looking." Kobra added.
"Goddamn those two." Poison said. He and Jet caught up the the others.
The body was definatly female, a young, adult female.
Ghoul lifted her head and placed it on his thigh. He pushed her hair behind her ear and gently caressed her cheek.
"What the-" Poison stated.
"Kobra." Ghoul interupted. "Check the back of her lungs. See if shes still breathing."
Kobra did so.
"I can feel them moving."
"Guys help me get her in the transam. She-"
"No no no!" Poison said to them. "Absolutly not. No women back at the hideout. No females except Grace."
"God-fucking-dammit, Poison!"
Ghoul exclaimed. "She's fucking dehydrated and starved to death out here."
"She most likely came from BL/ind. Bet she's one of Korse's narcs sent to rat us out."
"Lying around in the fucking desert without food or water?!"
"Jet, Kobra, get back in transam."
Jet and Kobra did as told.
"Look, Poison. Grace is a damn pre-teen. Someone has to give her the talk, and it isn't going to be any of us, Dr. D or Show Pony. And whose gonna take care of her mood swings once she starts PMS-ing all other the place on a few years?"
Poison paused.
"Besides, do you really thing we can stay out here forever and overthrow Korse without any more back up? We're all gonna get old and die, and no boy Grace's age is gonna want to go near her if she's remains an outsider like the rest of us. We need to reproduce, have kids, and raise them off a killjoy lifestyle in order to win, and its creepy as fuck if any of us tried to reproduce with Grace."
Ghoul looked back at the young woman, checked to make sure she was still alive.
"This one's got to be in her 20's." he contined to Poison. "Adult. Still young and healthy enough to reproduce, and can handle Grace with her.....problems.....when the time and age come."
He then looked up to Poison in the eyes, and said, "We need her. It's the only way."
Poison rolled his eyes and spat at the ground.
"Just don't fucking carry her yourself." Poison said to Ghoul.