Killjoys

Previously on Killjoys...

You're a hackmod, right?

What happened to you, Clara?

Black market modding.

They alter people way past legal limits.

You running away from home?

As fast as I can.

I love road trips.

- Hullen. - This shit is sentient?

When bonded with a human host? Yes.

So those darts of yours can destroy the plasma

and save the Quad? Pure plasma retains

a strong bond with its parent source.

Poison the parent, the spawn dies.

John, the toxin isn't working here.

You have to poison a Six first

and then use the black goo to kill the pool.

I'm sorry, Yala.

This is my penance.

He's gone.

I don't want to win just one battle.

I want a whole bloody war.

Who's in?

That's close enough, bitch.

Kneel.

Any last words?

What did you say?

She said, "You first, bitch."

Headbutt?

Be a man, guy.

Move!

This better be worth the chafing!

Can't keep the door open. Relocks in five- Move!

Hurry, Pree! You' re not gonna make it.

Bury me in one piece!

Well, that was a bit anticlimactic.

Got one!

One?

Turin said this was a Hullen hive.

Where are the rest of them?

You're too late. Talk.

Don't make me get all pokey.

He really will. It's like a hobby for him.

Well, you're definitely Hullen.

Why did your people leave you here alone?

So I could give a message to whoever came.

We know that someone killed the plasma on Arkyn.

But not all the Hullen in the Quad were Arkyn-born,

and the rest of us?

We're hiding. We're preparing.

And then we're coming for you.

Ooh, aren't you just full

of shit'n sunshine.

Now can I poke him? First he's gonna come

with us for a little chat.

We have friends who know how to make your kind talk.

Yeah. We know that, too.

Bomb!

Ew.

Hey, remember when we used to just catch bad guys?

Yeah, that was fun.

So much for taking one alive.

You guys do a sweep in case we missed anything.

C'mon, D'av. Let's go tell Turin.

Glenberg Glendon, level 2, missing.

RAC number 54235.

John Jaqobis, level 3, missing...

Never stops being weird, huh?

- Emergency meeting? - Who the hells is Banyon Grey?

Over the past six weeks,

437 local agents have stopped reporting for duty.

AWOL. Congratulations.

You are now a black mark on every other RAC unit

in the J colonies.

Shut it.

Look, I realize none of you sentient gonads

want help from my Oversight team.

Well, here we are, and now things are gonna change.

437 agents.

Mass defection with no signs of foul play.

So until we know why,

my investigators and I are assuming full control

of this RAC, effective immediately.

Come on. Screw this.

Sit down, agents. I'm not done.

I am.

Don't act like you're above this.

I've read your file.

Your own partner disappeared on your watch, didn't he?

Ooh.

Do you have a point?

I have a question.

Where the hells is John Jaqobis?

Where you running, hack?

Oopsie.

Way past the legal modding limit in this zone.

- You got papers? - You know I don't.

Aw. Then you got problems.

I don't want any, okay? I'm just looking for a friend.

Hey.

I could be friendly.

Tell you what.

Give you the same choice I give every runaway.

I could take you back to the Factory,

I could just rip out your mod, which, yeesh,

will probably kill you a whole lot,

or, for enough money, I can look the other way.

Hmm. Tempting.

You know that friend I was looking for?

Found her.

You're not Clara.

Nope.

Seriously?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hands.

You're not even a bit of a hackmod, you poseur.

- I'm a Killjoy. - Great.

Then I just wasted the last 10 minutes

feeling guilty for shooting you.

Whatever sting you got going on here,

I don't want any part of it.

Hey! We're not done yet.

You sure?

Because the next shot's on kill.

That arm belongs to a missing friend of mine.

It's been sending me these coordinates

on an SOS loop, so you are not going anywhere

- until I find her. - Okeydokey.

Warned you.

I, um...

I'm still trying to figure out how this thing...

Start talking.

Look, I don't know what the shit is going on, okay?

I blacked out.

Came to wearing this arm,

giving me the same coordinates that you got.

I don't know who Clara is or how she got this sweet mod,

but finders keepers, and in conclusion, please...

Do not shoot me.

Thank you.

You know, being able to tell if people lie...

It's a big part of my job.

Boy, I really wish that I didn't believe you.

Look, I came here looking for whoever's messed with me.

If you don't have answers, I don't have time.

You know that I can't let you leave with that arm, right?

Clara needs it, and I need it to find her.

So either the arm comes with me,

or you both do.

Help me find her

and I will get you some answers, okay?

So when are we gonna kill Banyon?

I can take her out solo, but we may need to axe

her whole team to be safe.

Whoa, Assassin Barbie.

This is your response to our new overlords? Murder?

It's not like murder-murder.

They're obviously Hullen.

Oh, you're sure of that? Thank Gods you're here.

Guess I can go.

Don't take your haircut out on me.

Even if she is human,

the last thing we need is Interstellar RAC

breathing down our necks while we're prepping to go to war.

Which is why we can't afford any move that risks outing you.

Most of those Killjoys,

they're not "missing," they're running.

When you and Khlyen pissed in Arkyn's pool,

you cut whatever hold the Hullen had on them, and bam,

a whole whack of sleeper agents woke up,

realized they'd been an alien parasite's bitch,

and got the hells outta the Quad.

When you say it like that, it does sound crazy.

I will handle Oversight.

You stick to warmongering.

Monger how, exactly?

We can't win this war on skirmishes.

We need bigger targets. We need an army.

You gonna keep feeding my ulcer, or you got a solution?

John's been sending chem-probes

whenever he passes other RAC stations in the J.

So far,

all of them are positioned near plasma pools,

just like ours was.

We need to enlist other RACs if we wanna take on Aneela.

We need to poison their pools like we did ours...

With what? Your amazing cheekbones?

We don't have any of Khlyen's plasma-killing shit left.

And we can't make any more without a Hullen body.

Then get me more Hullen, get me more toxin,

or get the hells outta my way.

I am starting a war here,

not a bloody book club for people who don't read.

Why are you smiling? 'Cause while you were yapping,

I thought of a cunning plan.

How are you two with intense heat

and unnecessary nudity?

Pretty good, actually.

Did I tell you what he said?

He said, "Well, what is it worth to you?"

And I said, "Well, it's worth about half as much now