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RE: KOBRA KID (FORMER EXTERMINATOR MICHAEL WAY)

Michael Way has made a full physical recovery, and is now safely on a regular prescription. He was surprisingly receptive to his course after the memory wipe, which shows its effectiveness.


His particular ‘gift’ has also been analysed, and is very useful for exterminating, making it easier and more cost efficient to create Draculoids, who are especially needed after our loss in numbers.


Our Ghosting numbers have decreased as well, so whilst the trouble that was has been caused by Way was unforgivable, he is a useful and successful asset to the team.


We have also been testing to see if we can recreate his abilities synthetically. The samples are going well, and we are now developing a way to reproduce a similar effect either biologically or mechanically, so he can become a full time test subject in our mutant section.


To recap our last meeting, I believe posting Way out in the zones would be a positive move, as I am sure his memories are truly wiped and are not in danger of resurfacing. He would also be an effective psychological weapon, due to his familial relationship with Party Poison; his romantic relationship with Jet-Star; and his platonic relationship with many of the desert rebels.


Simple recon and extermination missions should be assigned to him, which I believe will assert our dominance over the rebels.

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“KOBRA KID” RELATED GRAFFITI

Within the last 24 days, approximately thirty instances of graffiti bearing “Kobra Kid” related slogans or his logo have appeared within Battery City. The highest density of the graffiti has been found in the New Jersey district, totalling at 9 instances of defacement.


Kobra Kid is the alias of Michael “Mikey” Way whilst he was in working with the Killjoys prior to his capture and rehabilitation. He appears to be painted as a martyr, as arrested perpetrators have testified to. He appears to be viewed a hero for the, quote: “People that have been fucked up and fucked over by you fuckers [BLI]”.


Examples of the most common slogans are “Long Live The Kid”, “R.I.P. Kobra”, and “Keep Kobra’s Light Bright”.



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Assignment #704 is a fairly simple assignment, just recon of Zone 5. Way has been in the zones multiple times, and each time he is disgusted by the filth and disorder the rebels live in. He cannot fathom why anyone would eschew Battery City’s perfection for the unpredictability and danger of the Zones. The rebels are obviously crazy from abstaining from the BLI medication.


He and his team of Draculoids are travelling in a pack of four motorbikes and Way’s car. The tires are built for handling the sandy roads and the sand dunes, meaning the ride is a fairly easy one. They hadn’t met any of the rebels on this assignment, and Way isn’t sure if he’s slightly disappointed or not. He likes being able to use his power, even though he understands why unauthorised usage could harm Battery City’s perfection.


Then suddenly a speeding vehicle turns around a dune in a spray of sand, straight towards their group. Way immediately orders the group to stop and arm themselves, and they start shooting at the other group.


When the group comes closer, they stop and get out. There are five of them, and after a quick scan of their outfits; Way IDs them as the Killjoys. Party Poison is the most easily recognised, but Jet-Star’s hair and Fun Ghoul and Crystal Clear’s height and tattoos are also very distinctive. Dirty Steel is the least recognisable, but his alleged blue-tinged hair is a vibrant giveaway. The color of their clothing is obnoxiously bright, and Way cannot understand why that would be appealing to anybody.


Way watches the rebels with his gun out and aimed at them, commanding the rest of the Draculoids to get ready. The rebels are walking up to him confidently, and he doesn’t want to make a move until he is sure he knows what they want.


Party Poison walks up to him and says “Mikey, you can block it out, just concentrate, c’mon Mikey.”

Way keeps his gun trained steadily on them. “You must have mistaken me with someone else. I am going to give you one chance to surrender, or I will be forced to apprehend you. Understood?”

Party Poison’s face falls, and then suddenly becomes more guarded than it was as Jet-Star says: “The Kobra Kid? Do you remember him?”

“The Kobra Kid was captured and executed after your failed raid on Better Living Industries. I am going to give you one more chance to surrender.”


Fun Ghoul just raises his gun, and before Way can signal to the Draculoids to open fire, he has shot at Way’s head. Way feels himself crumple to the ground, and hears Party Poison yelling, “What the fuck, Ghoul!?” and Jet-Star screaming, “Mikey!” Then Way blacks out, face in the dirt.


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Michael Way was born an only child to two Unruly Citizens, and placed into foster care when he was still not old enough to remember his parents. He grew up an Upstanding Citizen whose life goal was to work to better Battery City for all its citizens. He managed to achieve that goal at twenty, when he started his entry level job in BLI. Through hard work, dedication, and a true love of Battery City, he managed to get to a wonderful position helping Battery City in its Exterminator department.


None of this life plan intended him to be captured by the most wanted rebels in Battery City, and he was very unsure of what to do.


He’d awoken approximately twenty minutes ago, but he’d been just listening to their conversation, trying to get his bearings and plan out what he should do, but he was interrupted by Fun Ghoul shaking him and telling him to get the fuck up, they know he’s awake.


He sat up and glanced around at his surroundings. He’d been lying down on a diner booth in the middle of the room. The others were all staring at him. Some of them had their hands on their guns, ready for a quick-draw.


“Hi, Mikey,” Party Poison said, smiling down at him. Why did they keep calling him that? How did they know his name? Why were they pretending to make friends with him?

Mikey just said, “Stop calling me that.”

“I told you, Poison, he doesn’t remember anything. We should just put him out of his misery,” Fun Ghoul said, and Way’s eyes darted towards the exit. He could probably knock them out and make a run for it, steal their bikes and set the place on fire.


He stood up, and had three guns pointed at him. He put his hands up sardonically, rolling his eyes. He ignored the gasp from Jet-Star’s direction. “You know I could kill you all without lifting a finger?” he said, trying to intimidate them.

Dirty Steel gave him a really unimpressed look, and flickered out of sight. A second later he was behind Way, with his gun pressed to the small of Mikey’s back.

“Fun Ghoul could choke you without even going near you. Jet Star could crush your legs. And I could control the very blood in your body, forcing you to do what I want,” Party Poison said, leaning in close to Way’s face, wearing a grin like he was bearing his teeth, “What do they call you in there, huh? What lies did they put in your brain so that you forgot your own brother?”


“I don’t have a brother!” Michael was suddenly very scared, and understood why, exactly, these people were the public enemy number one. They were fucking crazy.

“What do they call you in the City? Did they let you keep your name? Or are you just a number?” Poison hissed, spittle flying into Michael’s face. Michael tried not to flinch, but failed.

“Exterminator Michael Way!” Michael said, hurried, because the gun was being pressed harder and harder into the small of his back.


“Father? Mother?”

“I was in foster care for as long as I can remember.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-four!”


“Huh. And what do you know of the Kobra Kid?”

“Um, newest known recruit of the Killjoys, executed during your raid of the Headquarters, with a familial relationship to Party Poison…” Michael trailed off, staring at Party Poison in blank terror. He wanted to puke.

“Do you know his name?” Poison asked again, softer than before. Michael shook his head.  “Do you know ours?”

“Uh, Frank Iero, ex-Exterminator Raymond Toro, Brian Schecter and Robert Bryar?” Mikey said, rattling off the information as he’d learnt it from the files.


“What’s mine, Exterminator Michael Way?” Poison said, and Michael felt like Poison’s face was slightly familiar.

“I don’t know. I didn’t have high enough access to it.”


Crystal Clear pushed a holopad in front of him, showing him Kobra Kid’s file. Three things popped out to Michael instantly. First, they had the same birthday. Second, they had the same name. Finally, they had the same face. Exactly the same face.


“What’s the meaning of this?” Michael tried not to shout, confused and scared out of his wits.

“That’s you, Exterminator Michael Way. They captured you and wiped your memory. They want your power, and then they’re going to kill you once they figure out how to make it work.”

“That can’t be possible, I remember everything! I had foster parents, and I did well in school, and-”

“Yeah? What were the names of your parents? Your teachers? Your schoolmates?”


Michael racked his brain. But he couldn’t remember a single one. “Are you saying - are you saying that’s me?”

“Yeah,” whispered Jet Star, and when Michael looked up at him, he had tears in his eyes. He was confused at first, and then realised that he’d been dating Kobra Kid - no, himself - hadn’t he?

“How do I know you’re not trying to trick me to sympathise with you?”


Fun Ghoul laughed, and Michael looked at him, startled. “That sounds a bit more like you. Do you seriously think we have enough time to make an elaborate ruse in order to trick you into joining us? It’d save more resources just to kill you.”


“So I’m Kobra Kid? And BLI took that away from me?” Michael - Mikey - almost screamed, suddenly incredibly furious. Crystal Clear took his holopad back and nodded. “Well, fuck them!”

Party Poison giggled, nodding. “Hear, hear.”

Mikey was silent for a moment, and everyone was watching him to see what he'd say.
“So, where do I sign up for this Killjoy shit? I wanna get my fucking mind back.”


Party Poison reached over and hugged him and said, “Welcome back, little bro. Welcome to the Zones.”


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