"Peaches?"

"Nah, I'm good, man."

Loona helped herself to the leather sofa inside Shrapnel's apartment. She was helping her 'friend' move into Imp City. Unfortunately, Shrapnel had moved into the south side of town, where all Hell broke loose in...well...Hell. However, she was going to be close to the I.M.P headquarters, and with Loona moving in, it is a great compromise for the both of them. Have the blue eyed hound drive about 40 minutes to Pentagram City for work, while Loona gets a 3 minute walk.

It's funny, because Loona described why Shrapnel should pursue other options. She did not want to believe that she was using Shrapnel to her advantage, but whatever happened back in the casino, it made the recon girl very convinced that she wants to give Loona every bit of comfort.

Shrapnel inhaled as she lifted the box onto the kitchen counter, and puffed once she succeeded.

"Fuck, I can't believe I'm gonna be chillin' here, away from all the bullshit that I used to deal with. Este lugar mira muy chingona (This place looks very cool)."

Loona was still practicing her Spanish in the meantime. She might as well work harder on that, now that she was moving in with her childhood friend.

"Si."

Shrapnel laughed, as she took a napkin and grabbed the peach from the counter. She took a big bite and looked at Loona.

"Mmm, juicy" she said in a very seductive voice.

She smirked while Loona laughed from the uncomfortable seduction.

"Goddamnit, Shraps, what'd I tell you about that?"

The blue eyed hound snickered. "It's great to have you here."

Moxxie groaned as he tried to get himself off the seat. The briefing was over, and Blitzo and Loona already headed for the ritual room. He was still feeling the effects of the drugs, only this time, he was fully conscious and he was in no laughing mood.

Millie tried to grab him by the arm and help him up, but Moxxie didn't help at all with that.

"My goodness, Mox, just how much did she put in you?"

"As much *long yawn* as I want to put in yo—-"

Millie put her finger on his mouth and hushed him gently.

"I think the innuendos are darn' adorable, but this is serious."

Moxxie raised himself up by his own power and just shrugged with little effort.

"Maybe like four?"

"Four what?"

The weapons specialist scratched his head. "Four...yeah."

Millie sighed. She put Moxxie's arm around her and carried him to the ritual room. There was no shame from Moxxie, despite the fact that he was becoming more of a liability these days.

As they entered the ritual room, Blitzo turned and saw the couple slowly entering the room.

"Ah, he's still juiced up from yesterday?"

Millie nodded as she carried a sorrowful expression.

"He's too tired to even brush, can ya' believe it?"

Loona had her arms crossed. "Ew."

Millie turned to the hound and mumbled something under her breath.

All Loona did was lean over with a smirk. "I'm sorry, what the fuck did you just say? I couldn't quite cat—"

Millie dropped a dazed Moxxie and got in the hound's face, with her finger on Loona's chest. "I SAID YOU ARE ONE TO TALK, YOU GROSS BITCH!"

Loona kept her smirk and slowly flipped her off. Millie was fuming. She reached for the axe on the table right behind them and was about to swing.

Blitzo stood in front of the hound and put his hands out. "Woah woah woah! Millie, let's save it for the assignment, okay?"

The imp stopped right before she went all the way through with her throwing motion, and decided to put down the axe. Loona was not smiling anymore. It was usual for her and Millie to go at each other's throats in shouting matches, but it seemed like things were getting violent now.

Moxxie caught the attention of his wife with his groans. He stood back up and rubbed the side of the head, where he landed. Millie gasped and came to comfort the injured imp, suddenly realizing just how far she's gone.

Blitzo and Loona looked at each other.

This month hasn't quite been business as usual…

The four jumped out of the portal. Even Moxxie had enough power to travel through and stick the landing.

Moxxie took out the cutlass from his holster and raised it up, Loona cracked her knuckles, Millie took out her signature axe and held it out, and Blitzo tossed up his pocket knife…

...and missed the catch. He bent over to pick it up while everybody got out of their stance. They couldn't help but laugh at the sudden moment-killer.

They looked up and saw that they were in the backdoor of a large building. It was an arena, and they were inside an isolated alley where nobody could see them. Perfect. The loud neo-soul music shook the place. Blitzo went over to the backdoor and opened it for his employees. They walked inside, with the boss coming in last.

Inside, there was nobody backstage. Just a couple of instruments laid out and a red couch with a coffee table. There was an ashtray, and an ice bucket with bottles of champagne.

"Looks like there's nobody here, sir. The target must be performing right now." Moxxie spoke up with perfect speech. No more slurs. That must be progress.

"Great! Let's salvage the bubbly then." Loona moved over to the couch, sat herself down, and unwrapped one of the champagne bottles.

Moxxie kept his cutlass close and went to peek through the curtain. He turned back as the rest stared at him.

"Judging from the song and the crowd reaction, it appears they're playing mid-way into the concert. I do not believe we will last that long."

Loona chuckled. "You should already know that from yourself."

Moxxie scowled as he fixed his bow tie.

"You know, you should start taking this SERIOUSLY!"

Blitzo grabbed Moxxie and turned him towards himself. He hushed him and pointed back at the curtain. To be fair, the volume was very high.

"Shhh, you almost blew our cover…"

Suddenly, the curtains opened up. A well-built bald man in a black security shirt and black slacks walked in and paused once he saw the imps and the hound.

They stared at each other.

Then turned back to the security guard who tried to slowly back his way into the curtain.

That's when Moxxie and Blitzo came rushing at him, and the man tried to turn back and reach, but Moxxie quickly impaled the man through the chest with the cutlass. The security guard gasped for air, but his mouth was getting covered by Blitzo, who tried to play noise control. They set him down, as Blitzo kneeled to keep the noise down. Moxxie raised up the cutlass, and stabbed the man through the head.

He's dead.

Loona swirled her glass of champagne while looking back. "Wow, that's a clean job. Now, how are we going to cover this up in time?"

Blitzo chuckled. "Loona, didn't you hear Mox? We are going to cover the living shit out of this on—"

"Thank you Portland. I luv y'all!"

FUCK.

Millie signaled Moxxie to follow her and they ran over to the closet, where they closed the door and held the weapons close. Blitzo ran to the exit door and waited in the back, while Loona groaned and slowly made her way underneath the couch. Miraculously, she was able to fit.

The band members walked in. A man in a green beanie with circular shades and facial hair nearly jumped at the sight.

"WOAAAAH SHIT!"

The band members gasped as they examined the body.

"T, can you call the police? We gotta get my mans some medical attention."

"Yessir. He took out his phone and began dialing the number. He walked through the backdoor as the other band members followed him.

All that was left was the man in the green beanie, who rubbed his eyes and groaned. This is not what he expected at all. He went down on one knee to examine the wound on the security guard's forehead one more time.

He stood up and looked around, stroking his chin beard. He decided to sit himself down and pour some champagne.

"Damn...that's the third time this week man…"

Suddenly, Loona crawled out from underneath the couch and took out her pistol from the holster. It was already loaded. She stood up from behind and pointed at the man's head.

Then he chuckled once he saw the reflection of the glass.

"Oh shit, I must be trippin' man. This a fucking dog?"

Loona gasped quietly, as the man turned over to her.

"Hey girl, name's Brandon. Stage name, Anderson .Paak. You came here during the show?"

She gulped.

Brandon pointed to the corpse.

"You did that?"

She nodded while she still had the gun pointed to his head.

He smirked.

"That weed is no fucking joke…So, you finna kill me next?"

"That's the plan."

Brandon laughed.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiit, well I surrender. Do whatever you please." He held his hands up sarcastically as he continued laughing.

Loona was starting to get annoyed. She was genuinely going to kill him, and the fact that the target was too high to understand that he was going to die was a tragedy. She turned to the backdoor, wondering where Blitzo went.

"Alright, look man, I'm not kidding. We were sent here from Hell...to blow your fucking brains out. I'd be shitting myself if I were you." She spun the gun around. Loona was not used to being taken as a joke, unless of course it came from Blitzo.

"Yooooo, I wanna see it happen. Let's get this shit over wit'."

She sighed, and aimed for his head.

"You're way too fucking baked." She facepalmed as she had the gun aimed.

All of a sudden, Brandon grabbed the gun, shoved her down, and aimed at her. The hound fell hard to the floor and looked back up. She felt very uneasy within her stomach.

"Nah, I'm just one step ahead of the curve...YES LAWD!"

Loona groaned. She fell for his trap.

The closet opened. Loona and Brandon turned and saw Moxxie and Millie whip out two radiating pistols.

The white haired imp cleared his throat and reloaded his gun. "I WOULDN'T DO THAT IF I WERE YOU."

Brandon chuckled.

"Ight, shit's about to go down then."

Swiftly, he aimed for his head and pulled the trigger.

The bullet was fired through the air. It sliced through and was about to make contact.

But somehow, the bullet had stopped 7 inches within Moxxie's face.

Brandon gasped.

Moxxie and Millie moved their guns around. The bullet moved along with them.

The weapons specialist found a way to create pistols with their own force fields.

Moxxie aimed at Brandon's chrst, and shot right at him. The stray bullet that was halted dropped to the floor, while the fresh bullet pierced through Brandon.

He yelped and dropped to the floor.

They walked over and looked down at the target. Millie gasped once she realized the identity of the man.

"Wait, wait, wait. Mox…"

He turned to her.

"Yeah?"

She stuck her hands out and laughed hysterically.

"You just shot Anderson .Paak!"

Loona got herself up and sighed, walking to the backdoor.

Millie kneeled and started rubbing Brandon's wound, as he moaned in pain. Her eyes lit up as her smile grew bright.

"Mr. Paak, I'm a big fan. Me and my Mox love to listen to your songs in the sack. Ya' think you can perform in Imp City once you come to Hell with us?"

He coughed up blood. He pointed to his mouth while Moxxie joined in on the conversation.

"Oh, we see. Give us one blink for yes, two blinks for no…"

Brandon shook his head and tried to say something, but he only coughed up more blood on the couple's faces.

Moxxie took out his gun and loaded it once again. He pointed at Brandon's head.

"Yeah, you're right. I'll make it quick for you. Sorry about that."

Brandon nodded, and closed his eyes in peace, but instantly opened them up once again when he felt Moxxie's tap on his shoulder.

"Promise me and my wife you will be there?"

Brandon shrugged, but once he realized that he was on the other side of the pistol, he nodded quickly.

Moxxie smiled. "Good."

BANG!

They both walked out of the arena, and were surprised to see Blitzo standing with Loona, waiting for them.

Blitzo chuckled as he walked up to Moxxie. He offered a hand.

"What took you little rascals so long? I was nearly spotted inside the dumpster by the Free Nationals."

Moxxie groaned as he took out his modified pistol, and slapped it onto Blitzo's hand.

"What took so long is that your daughter was acting recklessly. She could have DIED, sir."

Blitzo turned to Loona. She shrugged, while Blitzo chuckled.

"Well, sixth time for everything."

The four sat together on the table. Loona was scrolling through her phone, Millie was humming happily as she sharpened her axe, Moxxie was toying with the forcefield gun by throwing a bullet up in the air, catching it with the magnetic field, launching it back up, and the cycle repeats.

Blitzo stood there in silence in front of the whiteboard.

Then, he started beatboxing.

Pssh. Pssh, pshpshpshpsh.

Pssh. Pssh, pshpshpshpsh.

Pssh. Pssh, pshpshpshpsh.

Pssh. Pssh, pshpshpshpsh.

Millie began slapping her hip to the beat.

Pssh. *slap* Pssh, pshpshpshpsh.

Pssh. *slap* Pssh, pshpshpshpsh.

Pssh. *slap* Pssh, pshpshpshpsh.

Pssh. *slap* Pssh, pshpshpshpsh.

Loona began snapping. She was still fixated on her phone.

Pssh. *snap* *slap* Pssh, pshpshpshpsh *snap*.

Pssh. *snap* *slap* Pssh, pshpshpshpsh *snap*.

Pssh. *snap* *slap* Pssh, pshpshpshpsh *snap*.

Pssh. *snap* *slap* Pssh, pshpshpshpsh *snap*.

Moxxie looked around the room and chuckled. Everybody stopped to turn to the weapons specialist. They all smiled as they awaited his contribution.

He ducked under the table and grabbed something. Moxxie sat back up and had his guitar in his hands. He began strumming the instrument.

They all continued with full enthusiasm.

Pssh. *snap* *slap* Pssh, pshpshpshpsh *snap*.

Pssh. *snap* *slap* Pssh, pshpshpshpsh *snap*.

Pssh. *snap* *slap* Pssh, pshpshpshpsh *snap*.

Pssh. *snap* *slap* Pssh, pshpshpshpsh *snap*.

Moxxie began singing.

/5SKpOW_o8Do

"Time never cares, if you're there or not there

All you ever needed was a simple plan

But you're doing well, I mean you're not dead

So let's celebrate while we still can"

Millie looked to her husband and shared a smile with him.

"I know what they say, I can give or care

They talk so much on me, I must be doing something right

I saw my son today, in the likeness of a full grown man

So I'll celebrate while I still can"

Millie joined in and backed him with her own vocals.

"Ooooh, On a clear day you can see west LA

Even downtowwwwnn"

Moxxie stood up and began strumming the shit out his guitar, catching laughter from Blitzo and Loona. His vocals were projected at 110% volume.

"I REMEMBER WHEN I COULDN'T SEE THE POINT OF STOPPING AT THE MOTHERFUCKIN' HOUSE"

Millie continued with her part.

"Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go, let it go"

Then they all sang in unison.

"I came to fix up the tree that's fallen to

You came too far in this room"

Blitzo got another phone call. Everyone looked at him and raised eyebrows. He picked up the phone.

"aRe yOu cOmInG tOmOrRoW?"

Blitzo groaned. "Yes, goddamnit, I'll be there, asshole."

"gOoD."

The voice hung up.

They all looked at each other, waiting for Blitzo to explain.

He chuckled. "I think that was potential spam."

They all shrugged, knowing the explanation didn't make sense, but they still continued playing.

And they did the song in its entirety.