The silence inside of I.M.P office was a signal of how the last client offer made the workers and the owner of the agency deep in thought. A secret hid from not just the workers but the wife of the same perpetrator of the said secrets for years. The imp who left more questions about his past changed completely their view of what kind of person he was before he became the worker. Blitzo was sitting on his desk, as he reviewed the papers of one of his employees at the time he made the interview. It was a very careful test made just for his best workers would answer the question perfectly.
1. Ever killed someone?
2. Do you enjoy receiving taking fresh air before killing someone?
3. Do you drive?
4. Do you accept the idea if you broke something inside of this office will be discounted from your payment?
It was the most thoughtful and perfect test Blitzo ever had the idea of making. Especially since it was just 1 demon who managed to ace the questions... And now not just him, but all the office has known about why the little fucker enjoyed fucking around 'accidentally' in all his missions, making Blitzo has the desire to shoot that stupid imp in the face if wasn't for the fact that he indeed had good stories to tell about his fucked ups, and the not by the fact that maybe his employee gives him goosebumps thinking about him to make a rebel and killing him in any way possible.
Blitzo scoffed at the idea as he looked around the room... His daughter Loona was drinking booze he hid inside of his drawer in case of such boredom, but since that visit, Loona actually felt the need to drink a good glass of alcohol at the moment... He couldn't blame her, he would have drunk the entire bottle and knocked himself out hoping the next day would make the entire day a dream.
Millie remained quiet as she sat looking at the window. It was nice for her to discover that her family wasn't the only thing she know now, knowing that her husband has a brother alive in the real world, and a sister-in-law who ironically became a cherub, was indeed too much for her to process... But the turmoil of feelings happened so fast that she couldn't decide if she was mad, sad, aroused, or afraid of what will happen next.
She looked at her cellphone, wanting to call her baby soo much at that moment, but she was afraid of how his reception would be after hearing her voice after such shit storm...
"TODAY IS HAVING A PARTY, INSIDE OF MY TENT, I'M GOING TO TAKE YOU TO THE ALLEY... IT'S GOING TO BE SEQUENCE OF SEX (SEX,SEX,SEX) SEQUENCE OF SEX (SEX,SEX,SEX)... " Suddenly the song of the cellphone played making not just Millie look surprised but Loona and Blitzo look at her as well. It was a phone call from Moxxie.
"Beep"
"Moxie?" Millie calmly asked as she managed to contain her emotions, wanting so much to hug her husband and tell him everything was going to be fine, like another day of work...
"Hey, baby... " The voice of her husband was enough to make her heart calm down, it seemed that her lover managed to calm himself from his tender voice from the cellphone. "I know you have a lot in mind, but we need to finish this job the soon as possible. Can you add me at the speaker?"
"Sure honey." Millie looked around as she proceeded to click the button to make sure Moxxie would be heard from the entire room.
"Okay, now I'm sure that Helen decided to tell you all the identity of me and my brother..." Moxie as he sounded more controlled, couldn't contain his disappointment.
"Like what? That you and your brother are professional assassins unable to make mistakes, but when it comes about coming to hell and working at our establishment you decide to fuck up all the missions? No no NO NO NO, please, tell me. I'm really interested to know about this." Blitzo in pure rage walked near Millie and took her cellphone from her as he looked menacingly at the cellphone, leaving the sigh from the other side of the call.
"Sir, you are correct... I fucked on purpose... because all our victims were too easy, like, simple assassination missions, something that even a 6-year kid could manage with a good teacher. I wanted to make sure that everyone have a good story and experience to make, sometimes I fuck up so badly that I don't even know how I did it... but it was funny to see and talk about it. Being a stupid employee is fun sometimes. Because if you are only the best all the time, sometimes it loses the fun of being an assassin." Moxie sounded like himself from that morning, but still showed a part of him that nobody in the office ever imagined him to be. He enjoys the experience of being bullied and called many things. "Art is pain and life is death, sometimes doing the easy stuff don't worth all the problems... And I refuse to go back to the ways I was before to mere humans, they didn't do anything to deserve my sack."
Blitzo would have wanted to argue with the tiny imp who fucked up so many times, but the fact he admittedly did it because the others have experience made him annoyed, but understand the reason behind it... Still, but there was another subject for him to talk about.
"Oh yes, your sack. The sack man who goes around a collect trophy about all his assassination." Blitzo pressed the issue, but it seemed the imp wasn't caring about it.
"Yes, I received the nickname for being a kleptomaniac for good weapons after I kill, sue me. But now sir, we need to address the main issue, we don't have time. My brother is preparing himself. And I know how he does work. So we need to get our stuff done. If you want weapons and equipment, find me on the bar at the ring of a glutton, there is a secret over there that I will share with you all..." Moxxie said as Blitzo looked at his workers, he wanted to fight so much, but his desire for money and free weapons was something he prefers most.
"No more secrets Moxxie." Blitzo demanded as he finally calmed down.
"No more secrets sir... and thank you...for helping me." The tone of his voice was sincere, but Blitzo scoffed with a grin on his face and decided to turn off the cellphone of Millie and launch her.
"Alright guys, let's prepare for the mission. We gotta a dog killer to kill. Let's go to the glutton ring and weapon up." Blitzo with all his confidence managed to make Millie smile determined and Loona roll her eyes, but with a predator smile on her face. Iosef Tarasov is going to know the new meaning of pain.
As the dark red over the entire room showed the illumination of pure love of violence in the air. The area could be confused as it seems, a fancy bar. Where all the demons would pass their time drinking about the inconsequences sins they ever made on their lives, and suffer from the consequences of their actions.
At the balcony was an Imp who wore a fedora and red gloves with and having his sack over the balcony. Looking calmly as he has his palms crossed near his chin, waiting for the arrival of someone. He then heard the sound of the seat next to him being pulled as he just moved his left eye to see who sat beside him.
"He… Boy, I should never judge a book from the cape, here I was, thinking to maybe to push you around and make you cry, but never in my mind could see a legend at this moment." A taller imp with a serpentine face with a black mustache and having a stetson hat covering his hair looked at the imp who seemed uninterested in what he was saying. "Mostly demons may never understand that we are practically punished to the ground from becoming the weakest kind of demons from hell, and yet we manage to struggle from the scraps and make all the other demons fear our progress and show who we are."
The suited smaller imp sighed grumbling some curses.
"What gave me?" The imp seemed isn't in the mood to talk, because he already have much to deal at that moment.
"I could have said many lies, especially saying the sack is unique or that shit, but… there is one thing all the victims of the sack man always said… Nobody in the right mind would wear c4 substance and gunpowder on the gloves. Someone must have hated his own hands to have gloves that can explode with a good punch… And they always say you are a brawler with this kind of gloves, which can trigger small explosions. You, my friend, are a crazy fella. Name's Striker." The imp offered his hand to shake the serious imp who seemed to give him a light shake. "I must say, the rumors about the Wick family were what made all the demons make bets into what kind of demons you would become in the end. I've would be really disappointed if any of you would have become overlords or royalties."
"Do I want to know the reason?" Moxxie decided to turn his face and look serious at the fellow imp who seemed to be even more interested in the talk.
"Well, because that would make you one of my targets…" Striker glared at the imp who doesn't seem to mind, as he was nodding his head to go on. "Not that doesn't matter, it's because it's my job and because it's personal for me."
"Aren't you violating rule number 2?" Moxxie doesn't seem amused but raising his eyebrow made Striker snicker and wave his hand.
"Not at all, I find opportunities to make that as my job, so that way I still follow the rule… Death's not personal." Striker smiled evilly as he stated, receiving a nod from the tiny imp on his side. "But you, the legend himself? A Wick? Oh kiddo, do you have any idea on how many contracts many demons wanted you killed 10 times? They seemed to have a big grudge against you."
"Well it was my job, still following the rules. But now I'm retired. I will not intervene when they want to kill me or whatever." Moxie shrugged as he received a shocked look from the imp who seemed confused.
"Let them kill you? Are you out of mind? You can kill all of them if you want it. Are you that weak?" Striker was starting to want to despise the one who was a legend amount the alive.
"I don't kill demons, it's not my job. I just kill living people." Moxxie assured seriously at the demon who seemed to stop his scorn and look at him surprised.
"Oh, you mean you are actually focusing on another type of target?" Striker understood the between lines from the way the little imp answered. "I don't like it, but I respect your choice. But I have to say… many demons would love to pay much more for your services."
Moxxie turned around as he waited patiently.
"I'm not doing that for money… it's because I'm tired to be a big horse. To always play the game, the game never ends… Killing the best of the best, every single day… The day after I died I could finally play another type of game. One doesn't involve the high table." Moxxie said as the fellow assassin finally understood his intentions. "I mostly kill shitty civilians whose sinners wanted revenge by something they did. And that way I can avoid many ways to break the rules in case I go to the continental."
"FUCK, you can actually go to the continental? Kiddo, I envy the possibility to go to the living world right now. I could spend a lot of coins to have an actual decent hotel instead of this hell." Striker looked around and finally nodded his head to Moxxie. "So you are doing that for your own entertainment."
"Yep. I already made a name before, and I have already become a big name. Sometimes being the big horse sucks, too many targets on your back… Here I'm just the weaker imp who just fuck up a lot of times, and make good stories for everyone to share and enjoy." Moxxie didn't even bother to look at the taller imp who seemed to listen to his reason in silence. "I'm retired from being the supreme assassin from the legends."
"Well, that's sucks…" Striker gave up as he understood the reasoning and gave the little imp a meaningful glance. "You must have balls of steel to suffer from all this shit of being an imp."
Moxxie chuckled at the sound of truth.
"You can say that, but being honest. I find it funny being bullied. Mostly for the people I care about. Because this way I can stop being arrogant from who I was… And find enjoyment of the future stories." Moxxie smiles warmly at the memories of the people who he cares about.
"I heard many rumors about you and your brother. And I'm really curious… How in the hell did you manage to kill 10 guys with a grenade before exploding?" Striker always heard rumors from the dangerous man, and knowing from the victims how John Wick himself killed them with a pencil, he can understand the reason behind it. But somebody to kill 10 with a grenade before exploding that's what has intrigued him in many ways.
"Hehehe. Everybody wants to know this. I should have known." Moxxie chuckled as he looked at the assassin on his side. "If you hold a grenade with your hand it will not explode until you release it. Then you have a pin on your other hand capable to pierce the eye and throat of the others with the right technique… Then with the last guy, you force him to have the grenade on his mouth as you punch him until he knocks out away, and explode with the others…"
Striker's mouth finally opened wide in shock, as he whistled admiring the description on how the little imp managed that.
"Kiddo, I have to say… even small you still give me goosebumps… Remind me in the future if in case I have a contract about some sinner ask me to kill you. I have to make my price 10 times higher than the usual." Striker grinned with his sharp teeth, receiving a nod from Moxie who was still looking around.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Striker noticed something at the hands of the little imp, some golden coins which he knows exactly what that will be for.
"The coins, are you planning to kill an assassin of high caliber in the living world? From someone who doesn't want to fight the best of the best, you seemed a bit hypocrite at this moment. " Striker as he sounds bored which Moxxie nodded to him.
"Yeah, I know… it sucks, but now a client appeared at the office I work, and she is a personal client and wants me to kill a shit boy whose father is my former boss… Crumbs..." Moxxie cursed as he looked at the imp on his side raising his eyebrows in surprise and muttered a few curses.
"Fuck, I hate when something like that happens to a client of mine… The shit is on the fan?" Striker couldn't help but feel that he knows how annoying that kind of mission could be.
"You have no idea. This shit will be the last work I want to focus on killing the right ground assassins… I will be back in the game just for the last time." Moxxie placed his coins inside of the pocket, making not just him but Striker in silence.
As both imps remained on their sits for a few seconds in silence. Both sighed at the same time knowing how this was going to end…
Striker suddenly raised his blessed rifle on his side pointing at the Moxxie. But then he looked at what Moxxie was holding on his right hand.
A button controller…
Looking down to his sit, Striker managed to laugh at the view, the view of a perfect trap for someone who he didn't know he was that fast. 5 Pounds of plastic explosive and 3 packages of C4.
"Fuck, you're good kiddo… I didn't see you do that." Striker chuckled after controlling his laugh. "The man of the sack, many demons would love to hear what kind of demon you are. But it seems you and I are in a deadlock."
"You can kill me once for good but I can make sure my death would be painless… However, I'm sure that once I activate the trigger your death will be so horrible that you will just take a month to come back, and the pain from the explosion will make you feel for months… Are you feeling lucky, Striker?" Moxxie didn't even look at him, which made the taller Imp respect, even more, the legend in front of him. "Because your riffle would be a good part of my collection after you be the first demon I killed."
"Nah, I'm good… But I have a feeling someday we will meet again, maybe to work together, or fight against each other, who knows? But I'm excited to see how capable is a Wick…" Striker got up from sit and decided to move slowly away from the balcony. "It was an honor to meet you, Moxxie Wick, I tip my hat to you...one legend to another."
Moxie moved his fedora as he heard the door open and close once again.
As the silence remained at the bar until the door was open showing what would be the entire squad of I.M.P looking around at the bar. The bar itself was with reclusive demons who remained talking and drinking like another day. But as they walked, they managed to find their missing comrade who was still in thought process until he heard the voices at the bar.
"Alright, this must be the place, there is no way there is another bar on Glutton Ring, actually that's surprising, I always thought there were all the kinds of foods and drinks, so the competition must have been brutal around here." The hellhound said as the imps looked around for the imp.
"Now, where is that shit?" Blitzo asked as he looked around until he saw a figure of similar posture as his small imp. "Oh there he is."
"MOXXIE" Millie pushed her boss without even giving time to give another comment, and she ran to comfort her husband and give him a hug as he most needed at the moment.
The warm hug from the love of his life was the drug he need to keep him motivated to smile once again. Noticing all the shit storm that is going to happen, he needed that time alone to think and process all the emotions inside of him. But looking at the lovely eyes of Millie, noticing that it doesn't matter who he was, she loves him the same way John loved Helen...
Moxxie looked at Blitzo who cleaned his suite and looked coldly at him. But in return, the suit imp smiled at his boss. He then broke the hug with his wife and got up from his seat. He then proceeded to take all the explosives under the sit as Blitzo and Millie looked at the weapon specialist imp so casual of holding explosives. Loona scoffed as she didn't want to know the shit of why that was there.
As he finally finished cleaning the chair, Moxxie looked at the entire I.M.P and said in a solemn tone.
"No more secrets. Let's go."
The group followed him at the corner of the bar in the south area. As they proceed to walk at the corner… They found an old sinner who seemed so fucked up, and with all the straps around his body, he seemed a poor soul who was robbed and fucked as watching all the messed up happen to him.
"A coin, it's everything I need… please… give me a coin… For this poor soul..." The hoarse voice of the poor sinner seemed to receive scorn from Blitzo and scoff from Loona, Millie looked at Moxxie who proceed to take 4 different shaped golden coins with him and proceeded to place them on the sinner's hand.
"4 coins for 4 souls," Moxxie said as he placed the golden coins on the sinner's hand…
Blitzo and Millie glanced at each other, as Loona looked carefully at the hand of the sinner close and showing a golden ring with a diamond on it.
The poor sinner slowly removed his straps, revealing from behind a perfect scarlet suit, which can be described and made from the most expensive clothing from the entire Lust Ring area. Making the owner of I.M.P and his employees look with their eyes wide open.
Using his hands, he clapped lowdly 3 times, making all the demons around the bar stop their tracks, and after a second of silence, all the demons inside the bar decided to go out, leaving the with the workers of I.M.P
The sinner moved his hair from behind and made it like all the make-up from being a poor soul be destroyed and placed by a powerful and elegant sinner over the area.
"Please follow me, sir. Your vault is waiting for you." The sinner with all the courtesy and elegance as it looked like the owner of the own bar smiled at the demons before leaving. Moxxie without saying a word decided to follow the sinner, which makes all the group of demons follow as well.
The walking led at the subfloor underneath everybody could have expected to be. As the polite sinner led at what would be a metal door in the middle of a corridor.
"Your vault, Mr. Moxximillion." The sinner politely raised his arm and gestured to the door in front of the demons, leaving the workers of the agency look to at each other. As Moxxie approached the door without saying something he then looked at the person beside him.
"I appreciate your help, Donny, tell Henri I said hi," Moxxie said as the Sinner turned his back and left the place like a shadow, making everybody look at him with their eyes focused on what the little imp was doing at the moment he took a golden key with a shaped diamond eye on the center. Moxxie looked at the eyes fixed on him at the moment he placed the key inside the locker. "Donny it's an old friend of mine, after he died he didn't know what to do since his life was being part of the continental storage access... While our currency wouldn't work on hell, for me and him the coins I gave him was something more valuable than millions of dollars in hour lives."
Moxxie took a coin from his pocket and gave it to each of them, as they looked at the golden-shaped coin in curiosity, noticing how pure the golden coin looked.
Blitzo looked at the coin with total interest and decided to play it on his pocket greedily. But after that, a bag of coins was launched on his hands. He then looked at Moxxie astonished. Then a bag of coins was given to Millie and Loona as well, all of them looking at the bag as it was a treasure they never had before.
"Each bag has 40, where we will go these coins will be the most important currency for us. Expend it whatever you want there. It's my payment for this mission... And since I will not hold more secrets... I want to be clear to all of you..." Moxxie opened the door revealing another more secured door with 10 metal bars as it showed a machine with a number of keys of passwords. Moxxie then sighed as he touched the metal bar with his hand, and hold it tightly. "From all our missions, killing cheaters, petty revenge, making larges of teenagers dying on beaches. That bullshit's just a kid's game... Now, the game I retired from dying was one that I never wanted to go back to. It's above whatever paycheck we will receive from killing all the massacres or genocides for simple pettiness... If you want to be out, which I beg you to be, please go away. And let me do this alone."
As the silence remained in the corridor, Blitzo was the first one to answer by using his booth hands to strangle the imp who looked surprised from his attack.
"OH HELL NO. NOT IN YOUR FUCKING MIND YOU WILL BOSS ME YOU LITTLE SHIT FAGGOT." Blitzo took the little imp by his neck and raised it to his face. "If you think you can fuck up on purpose then suddenly become the best assassin in the world, lying at my fucking face... I will fuck you personally with a sharpen dick that will make you bleed from inside."
After releasing the imp who was looking fearfully at his boss, Loona scoffed, kicking Moxxie's ass, making him jump from his place and place his hands on his butt.
"You are not mighty now hu? Fatty. Did you think we will think of you highly after all this shit we will be put through? Hell no... You will always be the big loser in my eyes." Loona smirked as Moxxie stopped holding his ass…
Millie remained quiet as she thought that maybe their boss and Loona were being harsh to her husband. But the look on her face became a smile as she heard her husband chuckle.
( Suits Maps And Guns (John Wick: Chapter 2 OST))
"Hehehehe... Yeah, that's more likely. Thank you." Moxie finally had the courage to look into their eyes and they could see the sparkle of the same lame but worker imp of their agency. Being humbled by his own bullies, to never be arrogant and be bored again. Moxxie typed the code which made all the bars around the door. "It's time for you to know how I managed to take all the weapons in all our missions. Sir, Loona Bitch, Millie... Welcome to my sack of trophies..."
The moment the door opened, their eyes went from simple curiosity to a wide shock and unbelievable orgasm as they saw something they never imagined…
A stockroom fulfilled with hundreds if not thousands of gun cabinets covered in glass. Grenades, C4, Nitroglycerine, Dynamites decorate the entire room like if they were masterpieces of art. Loona got inside of the room as she exclaimed a curse the letters WTF in mute, as she even decided to take some pictures with her cellphone.
Blitzo could have sworn that the entire area could be compared to Stolas's entire mansion in hell, in requisite of space, since he couldn't see the end of the corridors around the place. All kinds of guns were displayed inside of the cabinets. Explosives, furtive, handguns, machine guns, shotguns, snipers, bazookas, knives, brass-knuckles. Everything was there... And around the displays, giant green boxes were around the gun cabinets. Possibly the ammo and bullets were stored in each box near the weapons. It was like a weapon museum which they are the V.I.P who didn't need to pay shit, and even have access to take the weapons if they want.
Millie watched Moxxie casually opening the displays and each of the weapons he chose he added on his sack on his side. He then glanced at her who seemed so shocked that didn't even have words to reply to what she was seeing.
"Choose." The voice of her husband makes not just Millie but Blitzo and Loona look at him surprised. "All the weapons you are going to use during this mission."
It was like a green light for a race since Moxxie gave the permission. Blitzo ran around and smiling like crazy, he took every single weapon with which his eyes sparkled, he never saw such elegant weapons and soo intimidating as he looked near. It was like shopping in a grocery store. Ironically he found a shopping cart beside him, and then he replaced many guys inside.
Millie walked around as she loved many good-shaped knives and even axes on there. She drolled as she found not just many tomahawk axes around calling her name to throw them, but a single giant axe in scarlet color. It was love at the first sight, as a mother who found her lost baby, Millie went at the axe and hugged like it was her treasure.
Loona walked around, impressed at the display of the weapons, but her focus was on the imp who seemed used to his treasure room. As he took from inside of the green box all the clips and magazines he could store on his suit. But her eyes fixed at the moment Moxxie used gun powder and covered his own gloves with it, and placed 2 metal plaques in each knuckle above the letter.
"What are you doing?" Loona asked as she examined the gloves the imp was using at the moment. "Why are you using gun powder, wait… is that plastic for making bombs?"
Moxxie looked at the hellhound who seemed interested or bored enough to ask the weapon specialist about the method he uses. He nodded to her as he procced to calmly wrap the gloves on his hands.
"This my pair of gloves Loona, an especial rubber material that isolates mini-explosions from the impact of each combustion. In other words, I can place explosions easier without being detected and can punch mini-explosions capable to destroy the faces of someone who would go brawl on me." Moxxie sounded so casual about explaining this kind of weapon, that Loona looked at him like he was insane. Without waiting a second Moxxie turned his head to her. "I know, that's insanity, but it works. Now, do you want something or you are going to look at me all day?"
Loona stared for a few more seconds before she got annoyed.
"You know what? Fuck you. I'm just got curious about how the fuck you managed to have all this collection, but since you are going to be a bitch, I will let you have your work." Loona was already marching as she was wanted to fuck off at the bitching imp who just seemed surprised.
"Oh, is that all? Well… I killed 10 weapon traffickers leaders in my missions." Moxxie didn't mind telling the answer of her curiosity, as the hellhound stopped her track, and managed to walk back at the imp who was cleaning one crossbow and some darts. And then looking into every single detail as he moved his own body like it was directing to all the precision of the crossbow of his size, leaning to all the angles. He pulled the cord so quickly as he activated the trigger doing the movements, that Loona could have sworn that the little imp was could have seen the darts flying everywhere. Which surprised her as the imp was prideful to know the weapons he brought the missions. And after giving the final movements, Moxie smiled sheepishly to her. "And since all their weapons were around sooooooo… I took all the weapons for my collection."
Loona noticing the imp was telling the truth, couldn't help but chuckle for such reason. Knowing from the way he told Blitzo that he was a kleptomaniac for weapons from people he killed, now that makes sense.
"Well that explains why you have such weapons, but how the fuck you managed to bring in hell?" Loona asked as she then noticed Moxxie raised the crossbow to her with 3 bags full of darts. She raised her eyebrow to him, which he nodded to her. And without thinking much she decided to take a look and hold the ancient weapon and holding firmly like it was part of her own body. Loona felt sexy using the kind of weapon of the medieval era and looked at Moxxie who nodded in approval.
"It looks good on you. It's named the Calamity, with 50 bolts darts inside of each bag. One with Nitroglycerine explosives, the other has tear gas, capable to make everyone who breathes this gas unable to or open their eyes, it's highly toxic if you ingest it so, and the last one is thermite type, capable to drill vehicles so easily that makes an SUV like a paper in comparison of a shot of this dart. Keep it." The imp made Loona look surprisingly at the bags beside her, and then she felt Moxxie uses her hand to feel the cable as he continued to explain. "16 to 28 strand cable, customized as the way you use in need, You just need to modify the trigger and expand the range."
Loona felt the crossbow expand as the cable became longer and firmly in her grasp, as then she noticed Moxie placing something at the center of the weapon. A laser aim is ready to be in action.
"The arms are made with a special metal making the XRK Thunder 200 lb. Making the damage range and the velocity of the darts better and stronger. The underbarrel is from the traditional special tactics army FATC Speedy grip which increases the fire speed. The aim is made with a forensic laser which can be capable to 28 miles range. To aim to whatever motherfucker who is thinking a crossbow would be weaker than a sniper. And Stock is FORGE TAC speedTrack which will help you to concentrate and move the crossbow with more restriction but help you to be stable to shoot whatever you want."Moxie said as Loona was admiring the crossbow.
"I didn't understand any fucking word you said, but now I have the desire to make sex with this crossbow, thank you." Loona was feeling like a queen of killers using a crossbow with explosive darts, toxic gas, and even drill types. She noticed the imp who was talking to her, facepalmed as he sighed shaking his hand.
"This one suits you really well, has a very good shot speed and has a good range. And for your question. Dony was the one who brought the weapons from my safe on the world of living as he sneakily brought everything for me without needing a simple coin… And you know what kind of coin I'm refiring." Moxxie raised the golden coin to her, which made her with more questions than answers.
"How much value is that coin?" Loona asked as she noticed Moxie then taking a machine gun with him, and repeated the same process of aiming and flexing his trigger hand as he moved his body quick like he was already into a war. It would have looked funny, it wasn't for the fact that Moxxie was reloading the clips in exactly one second, making her look at the precision of his finger moving so fast that it wasn't automatic, it was a semi-automatic, and Moxie was using the speed of his finger to trigger and exactly move to the next clip to reload. It was insane.
Then after noticing that he was placing a few pieces around the machine gun, he then moved to the next weapon, a handgun. Loona finally understood why the Cherub told them that Moxxie and his brother were professionals because Loona saw Moxxie Reload his handgun like it was a fucking machine, impossible to lose his concentration, and his reloads are insane, he used one hand to place the clip immediately at the handgun as the other was on the floor, making like it was exactly like the same time one finished the other was on its place. Then after finally checking his handgun, Moxxie looked to Loona with a serious tone.
"A favor... one favor is more valuable than trillions of dollars. This coin is what can make one simple task of killing someone worth it... Because when all the money the usual currency cannot buy. One favor is enough to make a difference into a warzone." Moxxie then focused on another weapon as he replaced it inside of his sack.
"What the hell? Why did you bring all these weapons?" Loona noticed Millie and Blitzo satisfied with their weapons as they brought like dozens of them which the hellhound looked at them like they were insane.
"Oh Loona, didn't you hear? Moxxie said we can take whatever we want…" Blitzo looked like he was in euphoria as Millie was hugging her ax like a baby and having a little kart of weapons, and throwing knives and axes. "And what about you my sweet. Did you take something for you?"
Loona wanted so much to strangle Blitzo but she decided to scoff and ignore her adoptive father.
"I don't need much. I'm fine with my claws, but fatty dick here gave me this cool crossbow, so I think that's something." Loona then felt on her arms a blunt bat with spikes and wires around the head. Making her look at the imp surprised.
"Trust me, you would be surprised at how gangs were hired to be bodyguards. I think that fits your style." Moxxie said as he didn't even mind at the number of weapons on his front, as many of them being chosen by Millie and Blitzo, he proceed to add on his sack each of them, and no matter how the sack remained the same size of his body, but it didn't go above that. All the group was looking at him as he doesn't even answer the next question. He then gave to Blitzo and Millie what would be the disguise of human-made especially for them. "Loona was right when she said we should be wearing these things, but my problem is my disguise is easy to be known for the others, that's why I prefer to act as a demon in the killings, but now since we are going to continental, we must be as humans."
"Continental?" Millia asked as Moxxie looked at both Blitzo and Loona, they actually didn't have an idea either, leaving the poor imp sighing into imagining that he shouldn't be surprised.
"Yes Millie, let me tell you this. Continental is the chain of hotels perfect hotels around the world, that has the infrastructure and systems in place to accommodate professionals like us." Moxxie explained as all the group had their eyes wide open in surprise. "Professionals of repute, rely on the safety of Continental's walls to manage their affairs properly while traveling over the world."
As everyone was in silence, Moxxie took his coins and decided to make them pay attention to his explanation.
"Firstly, Continental accepts almost every kind of currency, especially this little coin. One coin can make you have a suit for at least 5 days which will be enough for us to do the mission. Continental provides a whole host of amenities as any hotel might, but beyond that, the Continental caters to the specific needs of the professionals... Do you want a plan to raid a bank or to prepare explosions to destroy a building, the continental can give all the kinds of maps relating to possible scape areas for you to explore in your missions. Needing new clothing and look your best? The continental has both grooming and tailoring for you… Needing medic after being shot or stabbed? Their medic works 24/7. Needing time to relax? There is Spa, bar, burlesques, and even a pool to relax after a good mission outside." Every single detail of Moxxie opening his mouth, the group looked more and more amazed by the hotel which was in the living world. And now noticing that they are going to enjoy all that paid by Moxxie, Blitzo kissed Moxxie on his mouth making the little imp start gagging but then he felt Millie hugging him and giving an even stronger kiss as making the balance of all the sudden sickness to get better at the next second.
"Thanks, honey." Moxxie gasped after recovering from such a heinous scene. But then Blitzo and Millie shook their heads.
"Oh no no no. Thank you. We are going to pass the 5 days after finishing this job like snobbish bastards. We want to go right now." Blitzo decided to open the book, but then Moxxie closed the book so quickly that didn't activate the circle.
"Wait. I didn't finish. At the continental, the friendly staff is happy to help you to be the best you. And the main reason they can do that it's because of the Continental's number one overarching rule. No business can be done on the continental grounds." Moxxie said in a serious voice as he was sure that his group wouldn't understand the meaning of his words. "You can prepare for business, you can plan business, hell, you can even talk as much as you want about business… BUT… NO FUCKING BUSINESS ON THE CONTINENTAL GROUND."
The loud voice of the imp made both Blitzo, Millie, and Loona look surprised at his change of tone.
"Continental is neutral ground, we cannot raise our weapons or fight inside of the neutral area, if such rule is broken they are obliged to FUCK US by making us target by all the assassins on the entire living world, and compensate the person we are trying to kill by all means necessary. In other words. Even if we are demons and go back to life, having every single assassin trying to kill us when we are in the middle of a mission is fucked up." Moxxie gritted his teeth as he looked to Blitzo and Loona with his yellow eyes. "Continental it's the place we can make connections and friendship with all the assassins if we want to… But at the moment you raise the weapons inside of the Continental you are with a death wish and it's stupid to disobey the rules. So Sir, for the love of all of us and the prince Stolas himself, don't fuck the rules or they will fuck us."
Blitzo looked serious and as angry he was, he had to admit that having all the assassins on his ass for making such a stupid mistake, Blitzo decided to nod his head to his employee who seemed to finally be in peace.
"Thank you. Now, we can go… Since I'm paying up. I've always wanted to go back there.
"FUCK YEAH," Loona shouted as she was the one who opened the book, and Blitzo wrote the circle to open the living world to the location of where Moxxie said.
Having the sack on his back, Moxxie saw all his team members travel the circle…
"John, I'm coming for you." Moxxie jumped the circle as it closed on the spot.