Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid/Traffic Report

The car is deadly silent. Poison is fuming, Jet is scared for his life, and Dr. D is still reeling from the force of the hit. As much as I can appreciate the lull in the conversation, I just can't deal with it. I clear my throat awkwardly and start to speak.

"So, Jet-"

I'm interrupted by Party Poison.

"Where were you guys?!" he explodes, "Ghoul and I almost just died! And no one seems to care!"

Dr. Death Defying set his jaw in preparation for an argument.
"With all due respect, motorbaby, we had no idea you were in such a pickle. If we had, we would've come to help you," he finishes with a touch of patronizing arrogance.

Poison is so mad he looks as if he might start sparking.

"What do you mean you didn't know," he spits venomously through clenched teeth, "we tried to radio y'all at least three times!"

"Three?" Dr. D looks incredulous.

"AND THEN WE WERE ATTACKED!"

"Well I don't know what to tell you. The Kobra Kid was manning the radio, and he didn't seem to get anything," he gestures to the still figure in the passenger's seat.

I crane my neck around to look at the Kobra Kid.

"Well no wonder you didn't get anything," I laugh, "it appears as if your radio captain is asleep!"

In just a moment, all the tension and anger dissolve. The whole car is now laughing uproariously. I try, in vain, to hush my giggling comrades.

"You guys!" I whisper-shout, "We can't wake the baby!"

But I end up dissolving into the loudest fits of laughter. Poison looks at me with cheeks red enough to match his hair and a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes.

"Guys, seriously, be quiet," Poison deadpans, "I have an idea."

He leans up so that his face is level with the Kobra Kid's. Turning to face him, he shouts, "KOBRA!" directly into his ear.

Kobra's arm shoots out reflexively and slaps Poison on his injured shoulder, hard. All the color drains out of his face and he lets out a pained hiss.

"C'mon, bro, I didn't hit you that hard," says a grumpy Kobra, "quit being such a drama queen!"

Poison looks too hurt to deal with his ignorant little brother, so I step in.

"He's not a drama queen, dumbass. He was shot!"

Kobra's face falls from grumpy to troubled in half a second.

"Shot? When?" his worried eyes flicker back and forth between Poison and I.

None of the others knew this part of the story either, so the whole car fell into an intrigued silence.

"Um, well," I cleared my throat awkwardly, unsure how to begin, "when we went over to the gas station for that battery, y'know, we were attacked by seven S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/Ws."

I pause for a moment to address the shocked faces of the group.

"We tried to radio for backup, but someone fell asleep at the controls," I glare at Kobra and smack him lightly on the head, ruffling his perfect blonde wave, "so we were forced to face them on our own. And, uh, I shot the first one down, because he was about to kill Poison, y'know, and I couldn't let that happen."

Poison cuts in, "Thanks for saving my ass by the way, man."

I smile at him and run a hand through my long black hair, shrugging as I continue the story.

"Well that was the only one I shot, um, because as soon as I turned away from Poison, three 'C/R/OWs rushed at me and caught me off guard. One grabbed my gun and pocketed it while the other two pinned me up against the vending machine. The leader of this little group took his gun and positioned it right up under my jaw, kinda execution style. I was struggling as much as I could but those 'C/R/O/Ws are stronger than they look, y'know, and I couldn't get away."

I, unsure how to continue, pause and look at Party Poison for guidance.

"That's when I looked over," he prompts.

I nod gratefully and continue.

"Yeah, so Poison looked over, having taken out all three of the 'C/R/O/Ws that came at him and saw that I was restrained. He, uh, just tackled the one that was about to kill me, and I guess that when it fell it pulled the trigger and fired into Poison's right shoulder."

"He tackled it?!" Kobra gasped.

"Yeah, and he didn't even notice when it shot him, either. He just pulled up his gun and wham, bam, turkey and ham delivered three fatal shots like that," I mime the shooting and snap my fingers to finish.

"Seriously, bro?" Kobra gives his older brother an approving nod, "Nice job."

"But on a more serious note," Jet-Star pipes up, "we need to check out that shoulder."

I butt in like a whiny child, "And get me a new gun!"

"Yeah, revenge is due for Ghoul!" Kobra jokes.

"As soon as I get my gun," I wink and laugh along with Kobra.

Notes

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