Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid/Traffic Report

After hours and hours of what seemed like driving in circles, we finally made it to the radio station where Dr. D broadcasted most of his messages.

"Alright, crash queens. Time to unload. Everybody hustle into the station. And Jet-Star, make sure you give Poison's shoulder the once-over before going to the sound booth," boomed Dr. Death Defying.

"Will do, Doctor. First aid?"

"Second door on the left."

Jet-Star slid out of the car and hurried into the radio station, his beautiful chocolate curls bouncing along behind him. I carefully peek out after him, getting lost in the overall gracefulness of his careless jog. The way the desert sand curls up at his feet and springs into the air at the wake of his light footfalls to illuminate his amazing figure. The way even the sun can't outshine his glowing complexion and good-humored countenance. He's so perfect and he doesn't even notice. I try to clear my thoughts but I can't rid my head of his beauty. I was shaken from my trance when my older brother's interrogative voice worms it's way into my hearing.

"Kobra? Kobra! KOBRA!"

"What? I'm listening!" I whine.

I don't really like this intrusion into my Jet-Star meditation session-or the attack on my eardrums.

"Kobra, Jet-Star can't get in to the station."

"Why not? Dr. D's in there."

"That's because he had his key. Jet was a little too slow and couldn't make it in after him, and now Dr. D's in the sound booth. Now you're the only one with an extra key. So go help him."

"Fine," I grumble, poking my tongue out at Poison.

I wasn't really angry. An excuse to talk to Jet? Get a few minutes alone? SCORE. But I couldn't let Party Poison think I'd be happy doing any task he requested, even if he is in charge. It's his job to keep the order, my job to be the pest.

"And leave the door open for us!" Poison calls out after me as I hop out of the car.

I mumble a grumpy "Whatever," in response and walk quickly to catch up with Jet-Star at the door.

"Sorry about that," I smile apologetically as I unlock the door, "I got distracted."

By you.

"It's okay. I mean, no one died," Jet joked.

"Yeah, I guess not," I laugh with him and hold the door open for Poison and Ghoul, "just don't tell the Doctor."

Dr. Death Defying is very adamant about safety. He had all these rules about not wasting time, traveling in pairs, etc. He says that every rule ignored is a life wasted. Sometimes he's right. But sometimes it's absolutely ridiculous.

"I won't," Jet promises with a giggly twinkle in his eye and a wink that just makes me want to melt.

I feel an embarrassing blush creeping on to my cheeks and I can only hum in response. By now, Fun Ghoul and Party Poison have gotten into the station and while I'm glad for the distraction, I can't help but wish I had more than a few minutes alone with Jet. Poison has been in the station no more than five seconds and he's already divvying up assignments. Annoying.

"Alright. Ghoul, you and my little brother can go down to the armory and see about getting you a new gun. Jet, if you could help me patch up my arm? And we'll all meet in the sound booth in 10 minutes."

He nods once in approval-without getting confirmation from the rest of the group-pulls Jet aside and pushes me towards the small door that leads down into the armory. I shoot an apologetic smile in Jet's direction and he responds with another heart melting wink. Blushing again, I unlock the door and start down the long, winding staircase that leads to the armory. Fun Ghoul follows closely behind, chatting and ranting about this and that while I only respond with a few hums and nods that let him think I'm listening. When we finally make it down the stairs, I stop to unlock another door and push on into the armory. It's not much, just an oversized closet with a few shelves that houses the array of ray guns we've collected over the years. Some of them we found, some we stole, and some we nabbed off the backs of the various 'C/R/O/Ws we've fought over the years. It's a rather nice collection, and I'm somewhat fond of it.
In no time at all, I've picked a weapon that seems to be perfect for Ghoul's petite size. I hand it to him and he feels it, tests it's grip, and fires a test shot at the target on the wall opposite us. Not only is it a perfect shot, he handles the recoil with ease and slides it into his holster.

"Thanks, Kobra. This is perfect."

I smile and shrug noncommittally.

"All in a day's work."

We start back up and make it to the sound booth just in time to hear the end of Dr. D's broadcast.

"It's time to do it now and do it loud. Killjoys, make some noise!"

Jet clicks on a crowd favorite, "Na Na Na," and we all applaud.

"That was a really fun one, Doc," Poison says lightly, "But we have some more serious business."

All faces turn grim.

"Me and Ghoul were supposed to go out scouting tonight, but with my injured shoulder-"

I cut him off.

"Me and Jet-Star would be happy to do it. Wouldn't we, Jet?" I turn to him for confirmation.

"Of course," he affirms, "Where?"

I'm nearly bursting with excitement. A whole night alone with Jet? This is the lucky break I've been looking for. I'll finally get to see if he returns my feelings. I'm so excited at the prospect of all this could bring I nearly miss Poison's reply.

"Route Guano."

Notes

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