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“Scary shit, indeed.” Angel finally looked back up, her eyes sparkling. “I’m going to go look for them soon, if I don’t get any transmission from Kobra.” ‘They’re coming for you, Angel, just run!’ Ghoul’s voice echoed in her head, making her bite her lip, frowning. “If you want, you could come with. He’d more than likely have more water.” She said, leaning back to pull her own half empty bottle from the cup holder under the radio. “You’re more than welcome, Miss Riot.”

“If you’ll have me along, I’d like that.” Fuck. The words had come out before she could stop them, and they hung in the warm air between the Killjoys. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to see them, or that they wanted to see her after what had happened, but she could live with that. “I’d like to help them if I can.” That, at least, was true - she wanted to make sure they were safe. She’d defend them to the death if she could. Their lives were worth more.

((I snipped it, so it doesn’t stretch out our dashboards. ))

Angel twisted in her seat, swinging her legs back into the car. “Have you ever met them? They’re like brothers.. Well, Kobra, not so much. He’s more like a dad.” She shrugs, taking another sip of her water. “I’ll probably go look for them even if I get a transmission.. the silence has got me worried.” Angel said, her voice quieter than before. She shook her red and gold rosary out of her sleeve, knowing Kobra still had her ring around his neck, and slowly moved her gloved fingers over the beads, looking out the windshield. “I hope they’re okay.”

“We’ve met.” Riot’s voice was quiet, almost choked, holding back what she couldn’t say. Yep, we’ve met. They saved my life, I got closer to Kobra Kid than I’ve ever been to anyone, and then BLI used me to nearly ghost them. Sounds about right. ”It’s been awhile, that’s all.” She shrugged and patted her pockets down, searching for that scrap of paper she’d kept. It had been Party Poison’s, covered in words and sketches, but he had given it to her after sketching her. It was still in the back pocket of her jeans, after all this time. She didn’t bother pulling it out, but it was comforting to know that it was there. “If they’re the same Killjoys they were when I knew them,” she mumbled, “they’ll keep each other safe. They’ll be okay.”

“They will.” She smiled again, leaning her head back. “Makes me wonder though, if something insane is happening to one of them.” Angel looked back at Riot, biting her lip again. “Y’know? I guess it’s just my crazy imagination. Ghoul probably thinks I hate him.” She reached over to throw her bag in the backseat with her guitar, and unlocked the passenger door. “Have a seat somewhere other than the dirt.”

(Sorry for kind of just dying there. ^^)

Riot only hesitated for a moment, then rushed over to the passenger side of the car, pulling the door open with one hand. She turned her back to the opening just for a moment, then let her knees give out, flopping down into the seat. She let out a quiet sigh of relief. “Thanks.” She sat for a moment, contemplating everything, then patted the inside of her jacket where her brother’s file still pressed against her side. “Where do you think they went?” she finally asked. It was an honest question - they were surely out there somewhere, maybe even at one of their old hideouts. She and Angel could find them, right?