EVERYBODY LOVES A HAPPY ENDING
The Killjoys lost the squad cars on the open road, and before they knew it, they were heading down an empty strip of asphalt with nothing in sight but home. The arid planes of California never looked so inviting as they did now, and as the sun sank and the moon rose up to take its place, Party Poison finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked to Buckley who gave him a small smile.
"That was something," Poison said quietly. "Who knew there were so many Killjoys out there…"
A fleet of bikes sped past them, and Killjoys waved back at the truck filled with exhausted soldiers of anarchy; the ones who started it all; the ones who paved the way to turning backs and twisting knives on a society that had forgotten how to flex its will power muscles. Poison waved back at the motorcyclists with a weak smile, giving them a little salute.
"Who knew there were so many out there who looked up to you," Bloodshot smiled from the backseat, her han