Part 1, in case you're interested :) -->
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Cola crept up to the door and cracked it open an inch. Even though I was standing right behind him, I was almost not tall enough to see over his shoulder. There wasn’t much to see anyway.
After a moment of uneasy silence, he slipped out into the dim white hallway and beckoned for the rest of us to follow. I pulled my ray gun out of the holster and brought it around in front of my face. Behind me was Crys, because she was still unarmed, and Blue bringing up the rear.
Cola darted into the doorway of the next room along, hiding in the shadow it cast. I could see now that it was completely dark, but even then, the bright white of the corridor was almost glowing. I could easily see him with his new gun, and hear the low buzzing noise from all three of our weapons. When we got up close to him, he gestured to a the end of the hall. The narrow corridor opened up into the massive car park where all the Better Living vehicles were left. A cool, gentle breeze flying past us told me that the main door was open. My skin tingled.
“Watch your step,” Cola murmured to me, barely loud enough to hear. I stared at him in the darkness, trying to figure out what he was talking about. As if to answer, he turned back to the other end of the corridor, past where we were coming from. Quicker than I thought he was able, his arm darted out and shoved me flat against the wall, the girls following like dominos. Then I heard the voices.
The patrol had come by early. I hadn’t been keeping track exactly but I knew we should’ve had at least another three minutes. Next to me, Crys’ hand was trembling slightly. I couldn’t even tell if Blue was breathing or not.
Agent Cola swore under his breath. I think all remaining doubt about where his loyalties lay dissolved in an instant.
“Plan B?” I whispered nervously to anyone who was listening. No answer. The voices were getting louder. I nudged Cola in the ribs. He inhaled sharply, then breathed out. He was getting ready for something.
“Ladies,” he muttered under his mask. The Dracs were closer. I could make out their faint shadows on the wall from the moonlight pouring in through a window. I could even tell that one was the leader of the search-and-destroy mission in which I was captured.
“Mm?” Blue murmured anxiously. We tensed, listening hard.
“We’re going to have to improvise.”
He wasn’t pressed up against my painful left side anymore. He was in the middle of the corridor, casually walking towards the guards. They had their weapons on him in a moment, but they lowered them uneasily when they saw who it was. He stared at the two obviously tired and bored Draculoids. The three of us girls didn’t dare breathe.
“Evening, gentlemen. Goray, is that you? What did you do to get night shift?” Someone chuckled bitterly. They were standing almost directly in front of us but the shadow of the immense doorway kept us hidden. For the moment.
“The usual, I suppose.” The ray gun slid out of its holster and into Cola’s hand. “Refusing orders, not feeling like my medication today, you know.” Agent Cola nodded sadly, held up his hand holding the laser, and fired.
The other Drac was shell shocked, but only for a moment. His own laser was raised in an instant, about an inch from Cola’s head. He froze and, after a moment, dropped his gun. He knew when he was pushing his luck too far.
“Cola,” the Draculoid growled. “Once a Killjoy—”
I wasn’t having that. Before I knew what I was doing, I stepped out of the shadows and my laser was at his temple. I flicked the charge, the low whirring noise filling the silent air. Blue’s hand came up next to mine with her white gun. She was standing behind him, and Crys ducked down and slowly picked up Cola’s gun and handed it back to him.
“Always a Killjoy,” I hissed. Until now, I really hadn’t felt like one. I was a runaway, desperate, tagging along with the Fabulous Killjoys because they let me and they seemed to like me. I was like the adopted kid in their crazy, fighting, loving family. But now. I was as much a Killjoy as the guys, as Grace and Dr. Death Defying. As these two girls and Agent Cherri Cola.
The Drac’s gun clattered to the linoleum floor. He slowly raised his hands above his head and Cola raised the third laser to his face. Crys grabbed the newly free weapon and slipped it into her hand. Cola pulled his mask off and tossed it to the floor beside the fallen guard. I could see his back moving slightly, and I think I was relieved that Cola hadn’t killed him. But then again, I couldn’t be sure.
“Ah, it feels so good to be rid of that thing. Uncomfortable, aren’t they?” he asked mockingly. Even under his mask, I was sure the remaining Drac was glaring daggers at him.
“Korse should have known this was a bad idea. I never understood why you weren’t just thrown in prison like the rest of them.” Cola reached up and grabbed the head of the mask and peeled it off the man’s head. His head was rather square in shape, he had short blond hair and a crooked nose, like it’d been broken a few times and hadn’t quite healed correctly. In the darkness and shadow, I couldn’t see his eyes at all.
Huh. So this was the Draculoid who had led the raid on the Fabulous Killjoys the previous night. Now that I could see his face and he was unarmed, he wasn’t all that intimidating.
“You know what?” Cola asked casually, tilting his head and turning the dial on his gun. “Neither did I.”
A bright white light flashed, and the senior Drac was also on the floor, out cold.
