Helena woke the next morning in an unfamiliar place. She was in what appeared to be an empty shop.She could hear noises coming from another room.

Slowly and quietly, she went to the open door, to peer through to see where she was.

She saw what appeared to be an empty diner. And at one of the tables sat four strange men with different colored hair; three were in jackets, the fourth in a vest. They were all eating out of the BL/ind cans.
She turned behind the door in shock.

"The Killjoys." she whispered to herself. "I'm in the hideout of the Killjoys."
She looked back out the door.
"But which one is Poison?"
A fifth man, in blue and white poka-dotted spandex, a midriff and a blue motorcycle helmet appeared an roller blades entered.
"Hey Poison," the fifth man said to the red haired man.The two of them carried on their conversation as Helena re-rid behind the door.
"The redhead's Poison eh?"'
Another look at the Killjoys.
"How the fuck did they fucking find me?" she asked herself. "No, no Helena. Why is this fucking bothering you? You're away from Korse now. Relax." She took a deep breath and took another glance the four men.
"Look at them," she continued. "They know how to fight Dracs. They know how to use ray guns. This is your chance Helly. They can show you how to fight against BLI. You'll be able to get your revenge on Korse." She remembered the bandanna stuffed in her shirt. "You can give Poison the last of his wife and daughter. He'll get his revenge. Justice will finally be served."

"Hey Ghoul, go check on the girl from last night." she heard a voice call from the other room.
"Fuck." she said and headed for the mattress.