Torak rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his red eyes narrowing as he considered Sarak's suggestion.
"HQ, huh? He's pretty smart… but he's also scary. I don't want him making fun of us like you always do."
Sarak crossed his arms, still struggling to keep his pants up.
"Come on, Torak, we're not exactly in a position to be picky. If anyone knows how to handle this scanner thing, it's HQ. Plus, I don't want to get shot at again!"
Torak groaned, running a hand through his ragged hair. "Fine, but if he laughs, I'm blaming you."
Sarak gave a small grin, happy to have convinced Torak. "We'll just say we did a 'trial run' and need some backup. Easy."
The two zombie kings carefully crept out of the alley, still glancing around nervously in case anyone was still shooting at them. The humans had scattered, so the streets were eerily quiet now.
"Let's find a place to contact HQ," Torak muttered, pulling his ripped hood back over his head.