"  “Call Dr. Death.  Tell him we need back-up about an hour after we enter BL/ind head-quarters.”  Ghoul nodded and flipped up the antennae.  He buzzed in the co-ordinates for Dr. D’s lair and soon the screen crackled out of the static.  Dr. D’s face appeared.

“Everything ok?” he asked, but when he saw the look on Ghoul’s face, he frowned.  “What’s happened?”  Ghoul told him everything.  A few tears hit the monitor when Ghoul retold how Missile was missing.  Dr. D gasped. 

“I’ll bring Cherri and Show Pony.  We’ll do everything we can.  But…you do realise that this is a…a death mission…don’t you?”  Dr.D’s eyes shone with sadness.  Ghoul gulped.  Then he nodded.  “Hold me up so I can see everyone, Ghoul,” Dr. D asked quietly.  Ghoul obeyed and soon Dr. D laid his eyes on his Fabulous Killjoys.  “Good luck, my boys.  This is it – your time.  It’s time to do it now and do it loud.  Make it big and make it shiny.  Make it all worthwhile in the end.  I have faith in you – in all of you.  I’ve been your surgeon, your proctor and your helicopter for eight years now.  I’ve watched you grow into the best fuckin’ Killjoys in this shit-hole of a world.  You’ve never let me down.  And if you…if you…if you don’t come back…  I’ll still be the proudest man that ever lived.  My sons, my brothers, my friends.  I salute you.” Poison choked on his tears.  Dr. D had been there all his life.  He’d taught them, trained them, and all that jazz.  Kobra sank further into his chair, biting his lip – his eyes were shimmering.  Jet wiped his tears on his sleeve.  Ghoul was shaking.

“We’ll never forget you,” Dr. Death Defying added, a tear trickling down his face and soaking into his coarse black beard.

“Thank you.  Thank you for everything, Dr.  Rally the troops.  Tonight, we storm the company,” Poison said, trying to stay strong.  Dr. D nodded.  “Party Poison signing off…for the last time…” he stammered, gulping back the sobs.  Dr. D coughed, but it sounded more like crying. 

“Killjoys…go make some mother fucking noise,” he laughed painfully.  “So long…and goodnight.”

“Good night, Dr. Death,” Poison whimpered, and the Transmission shut off. Ghoul placed it on his lap.  The car was silent, besides the soft sobs in the throat of each and every Fabulous Killjoy. "