Resurrection

“If we lose this bet…”
“Relax Crim, we ain’t losing this bet. Now pass me the dynamite.”
Crimson rolled her eyes, removing the lollipop from her mouth with one hand and passing Rainbow a primed pipe bomb with the other. They were perched on top of a listening post in Six and getting ready to blow it to fuck. Being currently behind in the Bang Bet was not a good thing when the losers would have to streak across Zone One.
Rainbow twisted the cap and used her lighter to spark the fuse before dropping it into an intake pipe. The pair scrambled down the ledge and waited, counting to ten as Ghoul had instructed them. The explosion when it came was deafening, the top portion of the concrete unit lifting itself up as smoke and dense amounts of dust filled the air. Crimson pulled the gun from her belt and scampered forward, taking out two dracs who were staggering into the fresh air as Rainbow came down beside her and lobbed another improvised pipe bomb through the doorway.
The fight when it came was one sided and soon Crimson was stripping drac corpses of guns and ammunition as Rainbow wired the rest of the bunker to blow. They had found some maps and instructions, adding to the haul from a week of raids. So far Nitro had been right, the kids of the villages and even a few from the city itself had clamoured to join up once Party had appeared on the big screens. BLI were promising death to the killjoys on every screen in the Zones and so the chaos began.
“So I wanted to ask you something…”
Crimson turned, tossing a watch to Rainbow as her friend grinned.
“Ask away.”
“Party seems different, not so serious.”
Crimson discarded the lollipop stick and nodded.
“He’s lost the urge to die for the cause. Been there and done that.”
“Ghoul’s gone the other way, he’s even more determined to wipe BLI out.”
Rainbow grinned as Crimson mock stuck a finger down her throat and pulled up the bandanna. Party had persuaded her to go back to hiding her face, his charm offensive on the other killjoys meant that she was a little more accepted. Rainbow had enjoyed being back on the road and having fun, meeting up with the guys when night fell to compare tallies and hear the news.
The pair reloaded the Mustang and headed back out onto main road. Six had come alive, the pitched battles increasing as the populace watched and hid. The Trans Am had toured in One, going up as close to the city as they dared while the Mustang ruled Six. Their friends were doing the same in the other zones and establishing a training school. Ghoul and Jet had been having a lot of fun showing the youngsters how to shoot and the bombs and tech that would be needed to defeat the enemy.
All in all, the Killjoys were back.
Rainbow took up position in the rear, her aim better as Crim’s arm was still healing. That meant the driving was erratic and fast, music roaring to compete with the engine. They had to cover a lot of ground and had two more targets to hit before they could get back to the bunker. It had been a week and the tally of damage was enough that Kobra had been able to talk his friends into putting the next part of the plan into action. Tonight he would return to the city.
“Bikes at three o’clock.”
Rainbow turned, picking out the white high powered bikes on the horizon. They had obviously seen the car and were gaining speed. Crimson snarled and hit the accelerator, drawing the Mustang to a higher speed as they headed towards the abandoned building that hid a drac rallying point. This was the next target and it would be easier to hit both enemies at the same time.
Bright bursts of laser took down a bike, the wheels splintering as they cornered sharply and Rainbow took a moment to reload. The rally point looked deserted but neither woman wanted to risk it and slammed the car into a building a good distance away. They could hear the bikes and quickly grabbed the weapons from the boot and sprinted for cover close to the main one. A drac stuck his head out as the bikes roared to a stop and a short conversation took place. Crimson primed the rocket launcher, Rainbow loading a grenade slingshot that Jet had made for her as half a dozen more enemy appeared to start searching for them.
“This will make us even. You know Party ain’t gonna manage that oil dump…”
“You said that about the aerial Crim….”
“Pfft, he’s a lucky fucker.”
Rainbow smirked as Crimson fired the rocket, the high powered round speeding into the door of the ramshackle building. The dracs screamed and tried to run as the building blew and Rainbow fired two grenades into the bikes that added to the conflagration. Nothing escaped, everything burned and they managed to catch a sneaky selfie as proof to show the boys.
The drive home was quieter, Rainbow taking a turn at the wheel so Crim could change the bandages on her arm and catch a nap. They were both tired and glad to see the hidden bunker entrance. The security had been upgraded by Jet and now they felt secure, all of them calling it home while the Crater filled with new recruits.
“Sorry ladies, still six to four.”
Party was at his sassy worst and giggled as both ladies stared at the photo of Ghoul flashing his ass in front of the burning oil dump. Ghoul himself was just as jubilant and had perched on Kobra’s lap much to the tall man’s horror.
“Go drool over my brother, I need to change.”
“I intend to change the terms of the bet so that I get blowjobs rather than anyone else seeing the girls streak.”
Crimson gave him the finger and winked at Kobra as he disappeared downstairs. Party wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled into her neck. They had managed one night together and it hadn’t been anywhere near enough for either of them. Rainbow stole the mug of tea from Ghoul and pointed at the map.
“How many are training now?”
“Bright reports almost sixty, he and Amber will need some more help soon.”
Party nodded, trying to drag his eyes from the expanse of Crim’s cleavage.
“Send Toxic, that boy has become one hell of a fighter.”
Jet wandered in, a large circuit board in his hand. Instantly he was buried under Crimson and Rainbow who loved to steal any cuddles they could. Nobody cuddled like Jet and now he looked a little smug as he finally managed to sit down. If all of them were honest the nerves were starting to grow about Kobra’s safety and none of them really wanted him to go.
“How are we doing this?”
Party rubbed the back of his neck, he looked tired and still a little smoke stained. All of them had noticed that he had not gone back to the red hair and bright colours. Now he had adopted something much like Crim. Black leathers and red showing in great splashes of colour. It was both dramatic and incredibly sexual, some of the younger female killjoys couldn’t even look at him without drooling.
“Me and Crim will drop him in One. Kobra can make his way to a checkpoint, they have all our pictures up now so no doubt he will be with Korse within an hour or so.”
Ghoul winced, his hand subconsciously touching the scars through his shirt.
“I still don’t like this.”
“I know but he’s determined and we need the intel.”
Jet passed the tiny homing device from his pocket to Party’s hand. It would tell them where Kobra was at all times and they could find him in the event something went wrong. Rainbow studied the thing, so small and neat in her friend’s palm and yet so vital to the mission. Crimson shivered, the channels to the city remained opened but there was something about this plan that rang alarm bells with her.
“How do I look?”
All eyes turned to the door and Kobra, now very much back to Mikey. The white shirt was pressed and spotless, the tie neat and his glasses suited him. Crimson glanced at Party and the pained look on his face before smirking.
“Sexy as fuck.”
“Shut up.”
“Nope, if you weren’t leaving right now the school girl outfit would be coming out.”
Gerard giggled, he knew Crim wasn’t intending to wear it herself and regretted ever agreeing to that particular game.
Mikey stuck a finger up and finished his coffee. The atmosphere had turned serious and he hugged both Jet and Ghoul tightly before pulling Rainbow into his arms. She held him, silently praying that this would work before kissing him gently.
“Take care of these idiots for me.”
Rainbow nodded.
“Stay safe and don’t get dead.”
Crimson gathered up her gun, following the brothers up and into the tunnel where the Trans Am was parked. The night above was cold and clear in the way only a desert night can be. Any other time she would have enjoyed the ride but now watching the stars from the back seat felt like riding to an execution. They encountered no trouble and pulled up in an alley in one. Both kissed and hugged the tall man and he pulled a jacket on before getting out of the car.
“Time to go to work.”

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