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It was twilight, and Electric Riot was tending a fire.
The showdown (if one could call it that) with the Exterminator formerly known as Heartbreak Hustler had been weeks ago. Fairly uneventful, really - a few words,…
It was good enough for her. She lowered her blaster and smiled, relieved to see someone that wasn’t hiding behind a Draculoid mask. “Shiny. Sorry about that, I’m… well, I’m a little jumpy.” She shoved the blaster back into the pocket in her jacket, then glanced around. Helen, her beloved ambulance, was sitting a short ways off. It was pretty heavily stocked - Riot had managed to raid a storehouse a few days ago, and hadn’t had much to eat or drink since then.
Convinced she was safe, she returned to the fire. “Where are you headed? Not like us to wander far without better transportation.” The girl was on foot. How far had she walked? Why didn’t she have a motorcycle, or better, a car? It wasn’t unheard of, but it certainly was unusual. Ah well, the other Killjoys didn’t call her Mama for nothing. She could feed, shelter, and move this zone-runner as much as she needed to. That was her old job, before the Fabulous Killjoys. She ran shelters, helped people, nursed them until they could get back on their feet. She could start again.
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