It's been 3 days since the I.M.P killed the Jester Demon.

Moxxie was wiping down each disassembled part of his pistol, making sure the weapon was clean for the next mission. He stashed the cutlass somewhere in the house after determining that his skillset somehow only grew ineffective after he first took it from the military base.

Things have been surreal for the imp. After becoming the center of attention weeks ago, he returned and adapted to the typical work process and his relationships with everybody. However, he was starting to believe that he came at the worst time. With his small heart and his lack of patience, Moxxie was compelled to believe that he'd burn himself out or explode in a ball of rage.

He's been growing stubble, and keeps forgetting to shave every night. Millie wasn't uncomforted by the change in her husband's shifting appearance, but she secretly wished that the weapons specialist would come around and go back to his baby-face self. In Moxxie's defense, there was absolutely no time to do anything other than work. Recently, he was drawing up schematics and strategizing after learning of today's contract. It's been eating him up, and Millie missed the days where they'd come to bed at the same time and do whatever they wish for an hour. However, those days slowly faded away. Moxxie refused to lose his focus.

As he inserted a special clip full of special shots inside one Beretta M9, Loona walked into the private office. She didn't notice the imp at first, but when she saw what he was doing, she groaned, instantaneously catching Moxxie's attention.

"You're not overcomplicating our fucking guns, are you?"

He shook his head. "No. This is for me." The imp went back to counting his shots.

She facepalmed. "You doofus. You're putting shotgun shells INSIDE a Beretta? Are you nucking futs?"

"I tweaked it."

She laughed. "Oh, yeah, you tweaked it. Next thing you're gonna tell me, you crammed it into th—"

Moxxie grabbed the gun, aimed high, and shot the pistol. Loona gasped and ducked right before he fired the gun. The shot sent him back on his swiveling chair but sent the shot all over the wall.

Loona raised herself again. "WHAT THE FUCK!?"

The imp smirked. He was satisfied with the result. Moxxie placed the pistol back on the table and slapped a small circular red label onto it, then moved the pistol into his own backpack.

The hellhound huffed out of the room.

The four left the portal. They arrived at a dark corridor inside a hospital. They examined the clock. It was 2 in the morning, and the hospital seemed to have been emptied out. No staff staying overnight, no patients, nobody.

This place was isolated.

Blitzo looked around as he used the flashlight to guide them. He stuck his hand out and made a bunny finger puppet and made it hop around. He giggled, then turned to Millie, who had a blank face with her eyelids down. It seemed like she did not care for his bullshit.

He turned around to the rest of the crew.

"Okay, this place seems hella sketchy. Something out of a horror movie, no? Moxxie and Loona, you guys go back and take that direction, me and Millie will continue forward and see if we can find anything on the west wing."

Loona and Moxxie looked at each other. They did not approve of this command, and Blitzo knew it.

"Come on, people, don't you two be the fourth and fifth pain in my ass today."

Moxxie sighed, and reached for Loona's paw, but she instantly slapped his hand away and got in his face, scowling at him. They both reluctantly walked the other way.

Blitzo turned back and put his arm around Millie.

"Oookay! Forward!"

Millie did not respond. She started to walk forward, as well as Blitzo.

They examined the dimly lit hospital. A lot of vibrant yet non-intense green in certain spots. It was like a Saw movie.

The boss turned to his 'beloved' employee.

"So, Mills, any juicy stories you wanna share, girl? Did you tell Moxxie to grow that dumbass beard?"

She shot him a dirty look. Blitzo blabbered and corrected himself.

"C-C-Cuz I love it! Visually pleasing to the eye! Who needs manscaping, am I right?"

Millie scoffed and turned back forward. She did not want to continue this.

Blitzo sighed.

He walked for a little, and pondered to himself about what he could possibly do in this situation. He clearly upset Millie, and she hasn't even acknowledged his existence. That has to change. Millie was right, he is the boss, and he was going to take control of the situation and solve it in his own signature bold ways.

The boss turned off the flashlight. Millie stood still, but did not bother turning around or asking what happened.

Blitzo began phase one.

"Millie, I don't know just how much I can stress this. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go off on you, but it's all over with now. It's all in the past. The Jester Demon is already dead, Mills. I need that happy high energy girl right now. You used to be the cream and sugar of this team! Without your spirit, we're just fucking disgusting black coffee, and you know how I feel about black coffee! Please, I really want you to forgive me…"

Millie chuckled, then she looked down.

"You think I'm a fucking joke, huh?"

Blitzo gulped as Millie began her own phase one...out of one.

"I'm not a dummy, boss. I know the Jester Demon croaked, and we're gettin' back to business. That's not the reason why I've been duckin' you lately. You wanna know what yer' problem is?"

Blitzo mumbled. "W-what?"

She raised her head back up and stared dead in his eyes.

"The problem is that you are always wantin' more. You're never satisfied with what ya' got. More attention, more time with yer' employees, more money spent towards things we don't need, more alcohol that I have to drop by yer' desk every morning, more pointless briefings, and that's just durin' work. I'm glad we're finally in business, sir, but your selfishness and devotion to these dark lords are gonna be the death of us."

Blitzo scoffed. "Selfishness? I don't think I'm sel—"

"Why did you leave the circus?"

"W-what?"

Millie crept up slowly to Blitzo and faced him from below. "Why did you leave the circus? Why did you leave your family behind and came to Imp City?"

Blitzo knew that he couldn't win this one.

"Because I...wanted more. But they were fucking abusive!"

Millie groaned.

"You left the circus when it started pickin' up. You remember the days. You were a fine act, and yer' family provided you with everything ya' needed, and much more. Caterin', servants, ya' name it."

"H-h-how did you—"

"One of my big brothers used to work there, sweepin' the floors and slaving away serving your family along with a few other personal servants. When I told em' about what you did to me, he was shocked. He remembered you, and he recounted how much of a fake asshole you are, and it opened my eyes."

Blitzo gasped.

"Millie! Don't you dare call me an—-"

"Asshole? Or what? You gonna throw another chair at my poor bro? We had nothin' back then. How do you think I ended up? Like you?"

Blitzo's eyes turned pouty as he hung his head down in shame.

"I had a nightmare last night, sir."

He looked up.

"We were all captured by these demons in long red robes. They held blades to our throats and threatened us to spill the beans. We were there because of what we did to the Jester Demon. We erased a significant being without the proper jurisdiction, and we had to answer or else we'd get convicted." Her hands started shaking as Blitzo continued listening with sympathy. "They dragged me by my hair and forced me to watch them behead you all, and they saved my Mox for last. His poor helpless face, his blood spewing all over me, and I couldn't do a damn' thing about it. They stuck all your heads in pikes. They left me to watch the pike process, and forced me to kiss my lifeless Moxxie. Then…"

She held her hand over her mouth and began tearing up. Millies accent was completely gone. She was much more formal with her speech.

"The point I was trying to make with that is that all four of us can die any day, and it is much more likely if we continue to appease these powerful beings and dig ourselves into a hole that we can't get out of…"

"Blitzo only had one thing to add. "Y-y-you sound like Moxxie…"

She groaned and paused. The powerhouse turned the other direction and walked back in her own course.

"Don't you dare follow me."

"You shouldn't be playing with that."

Moxxie stroked his chin as he tried juggling between finding the target, and making sure Loona doesn't shoot her eye out with his modified pistol. She swung the pistol around first then gritted her teeth on it.

"Nothing brings me joy than treating your modified gun like another one of my toys."

The imp groaned as he swiped the gun out of Loona's hands and continued walking. She caught up to him.

"So who the fuck is this person, and why is it so difficult to find our target? Better question is, what the hell happened here."

Moxxie cleared his throat. "We're looking for a Dr. Sally Dumile. She's a mad doctor who conducted a series of sadistic experiments in this very place."

The hound scratched her head. "And some wacko control freak wants her dead? This is petty work, right?"

Moxxie shook his head. "Apparently, she was a huge asset to our client, and her services are needed down there. Keep your eyes and ears open, however. You'll never know when you're going to get—"

Suddenly, Moxxie tripped over a very thin string that activated a net to fall from the ceiling and hold the two members down.

Loona struggled to get herself off the floor. The net had a bunch of sandbags tied to it.

"G-g-goddamnit Moxxie…"

She followed up her displeasure with a hard kick to Moxxie's shin.

"OW! What is wrong with you, woman!?"

They heard footsteps. Somebody was approaching. They looked at each other and before they can turn around, they both felt a syringe stab into their arms and exert.

The target had just injected hallucination drugs into their system.

Millie continued walking back to the east side of the hospital. She was convinced that Blitzo was irredeemable. Out of everybody in the I.M.P, she had the purest of qualities, and never gave Blitzo a hard time or any shit. And how did the boss repay her?

"DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT SHIT AGAIN! WE COULD HAVE BEEN OUT OF BUSINESS FOR YOUR FUCKING RECKLESSNESS!"

Moxxie stood up and stared down the boss as his wife continued sobbing.

"YOU. BACK THE HELL OFF!" The smaller imp was willing to put up a fight for Millie.

"HOW ABOUT YOU FUCK OFF AND STOP INTERRUPTING THE BOSS!"

Moxxie pushed his chair away and took out his cutlass. He pointed at the boss and was willing to cut him into pieces.

"You talk to Millie like that again...I am going to FUCKING—"

Suddenly, Millie stood up from her chair and shrieked.

"STOP STOP STOP STOP!"

She continued bawling as she left the briefing and headed for the ritual room.

With intense shouting, that's what.

Millie took a turn once she reached the end of the hall.

And she found the target looking right at her with a gun in her hand.

The imp gasped and put her hands up. Her axe was sidelined for this mission, but she had a gun in her holster. Sadly, that was useless now that she was held at gunpoint.

Sally Dumile.

"Ah, they sent literal demons to come shank my shit? Hehe, yeah right."

Loona and Moxxie laughed to themselves as they continued scrambling through the options.

"If I had to be completely honest with you, Mox , I'd totally fuck your dumbass in a heartbeat."

They both giggled. Moxxie responded.

"And if I had to be completely totally and completely honest, my wife dicks me down in bed, so never say never."

Loona laughed hysterically.

"Imp City is such a shithole. I wish we all could just relocate to Pentagram City and just throw our money around like we don't give fuck."

The imp nodded.

"I've been trying to move there. I wanna start a family with my Millie and just spend the rest of my afterlife there for all of eternity."

"All of eternity?"

Moxxie smirked. "All of motherfucking buttsuckin' slutchuckin' eternity."

They both laughed again. Loona stopped Moxxie with a tap on his shoulder and was excited to keep this conversation going.

"Speaking of which, did you know Millie asked me about you? She's kinda worried about you, bro."

Moxxie chuckled. "Yeah I know."

Silence.

"Nah, man, I mean she is REALLY worried about you. You guys don't talk to each other as much. Getting real scary."

The imp played with his fingers. "Fuck. I've been busy making these worthless pieces of junk all the time. We haven't even gotten to use any of my weapons all day. I'm getting real worried about Millie though."

Loona scoffed. "Come on. It's fucking Millie, y'know?"

It was a pale woman with a severe burn on the left side of her cheek. Her eyeball was slightly deformed as it shifted to the side of the burn, and some of her brown hairs stuck out in a mess.

Millie gulped.

"M'am, we were sent to kill you so we can send you to Hell. A certain someone wants you on board…"

Sally cackled, as she loaded the gun and pointed at the imp's head.

"You think I'm a fucking idiot?

Millie had to think fast.

Viewing her options, she knew that in order to reverse this situation in her favor, she had to move quickly and avoid the bullet while overtaking Sally. If she ducked quick, perhaps it can alarm her and cause her to fatigue a little. She was the paranoid type. Trigger-happy? You bet.

Millie put her hands out.

"You don't have to do this. Just let me go and we will call off—"

Millie ducked, but in that quarter of a second, she landed awkwardly on her ankle and winced in pain.

She's dead.

Or so she thought.

The imp heard a gunshot, but it didn't hit her. Instead, she looked back up to see Blitzo tackling the doctor down, struggling for the gun.

Millie quickly took the gun out of her holster, loaded it, and pointed. Sally turned and saw that the imp was really to shoot. It was too late for her.

BANG BANG!

A shot to the chest and the head. Blitzo screamed at the sudden gunshots, and once he realized that Millie didn't accidentally shoot his head off, he rolled away from Sally and stood himself. The boss brushed the dust from his jacket.

He turned to Millie and smiled.

"Good thing I was there to—"

Millie groaned, aimed at Blitzo's foot, and shot him there.

"AAAAAHHH! WHAT THE FUCK!"

She giggled, as she grabbed Blitzo's chin and fixated his head towards her.

"Don't you do it ever again."

Blitzo whined and nodded quickly.

The four returned from the portal. After the target was killed, Millie had to drag Moxxie out and slap him around to make sure he was back in reality, but alas. The couple were sitting in the lounge couch while Blitzo and Loona were inside the briefing room.

Moxxie lifted himself onto Millie and giggled. "Come on, Milly baby, let's go home...and make some tasty tunes…"

Millie couldn't help but crack a slight smile at the comment. She pinched his cheek and gave his nose a boop. It tickled him.

"What did that dastardly ol' hag put inside you back there?"

Moxxie came up to her ear and whispered.

"Same thing that's abouta' get into you."

She laughed, and hugged Moxxie as he struggled to move.

"You're so freakin' funny when you're horny. I'm glad you're back to giving lil' ol' me some attention."

He chuckled, not even hearing the subtle shot at him. "Hehe, yeaaaah."

Blitzo was standing behind Loona who was sitting on the chair. He clasped his hands together and awaited the announcement from Loona, who appeared to have returned to normal. She developed a resistance to multiple drugs over the years.

"This is not gonna be easy to tell you."

The imp patted Loona on the shoulder. "Go ahead, my precious. You tell me what you need to tell me, alright?"

She gave him a slight nod.

"I'm moving out."

That, he was not ready for.

"What!? Loona!"

The hound shrugged. "I'm sorry, Blitzo. I can't stand having to live in the same place that I work, especially in this shithole of this town. Look, Shrapnel texted me when we returned from the casino. She gave me an option of moving in with her here."

The imp father scoffed. "Shouldn't she be focusing on patrolling for pampered piece of shit millionaires in the North?"

Loona rolled her eyes. "She insisted on moving here, and they respected her wishes."

"Oh great, now you're talking about respect here—"

"I'm not fucking talking about respect, I'm talking about why she is moving HERE."

The imp sighed and laid back in his chair.

"I'm sorry, I'm just…"

Loona looked downward and put her paw on his shoulder.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to leave you here."