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I watched while the Fabulous Killjoys killed the Dracs. They didn't stand a chance. Draculoids are stupid, empty shells who follow orders from people who seriously underestimate the Killjoys. I had to work for those people. Soon I'll have to explain why we lost ten Dracs, again.

There are six left, of which two hid behind the car. A miracle, they thought for themselves. Jet Star is being left alone for a while and looks around. Maybe I should leave, the Dracs are lost and Jet Star saw me. Hopefully they don't come after me, I really don't want a fight with the Fabulous Killjoys.

After an hour of driving, the gate to BL/ind opens for me. I park the car and get out of it. The BL/ind hall looks like that of some hotel from before the bombs. There's a desk and a couple of seats at the wall. I go a few stores up and enter Korse's office. He sits in exact the same position as when I left him a couple of hours ago.
"And?" A man of few words. Man, sure.

"They're dead." I say while lighting a cigarette.

"The Killjoys?" If he were human, his eyes would've light up. Before I answer, I inhale deep. It's always useful to have 'em with me when I have to rapport Korse something bad.

"No, the Draculoids." Korse's lips become a small line.

"How?"

"You send ten Dracs to kill the Fabulous Killjoys and expect they'll win? You should know better by now."

"And, of course, you did the best you could to help them?" I don't answer that. He knows the answer.
"I'll call you when I need you." I turn around and walk away.