"What!?"
Millie hung her head down in a pretentious sense of sadness. "He's gone...I don't know where he is…"
The boss slapped himself into a facepalm. "Fucking shit. Fuck, fuck, fffffucckk. Mills, I'm sorry to hear that. Do you know where he might be?"
She shook her head. "Not a single clue! We were talkin' for a bit and I went to another room. Once I came back, he was gone!"
"Did he say anything?"
Millie shrugged. "The last thing he told me was that things were just fine." It was very uncomfortable for the imp to lie to her own boss. However, she could hardly ever control what Moxxie does. Her husband was always persistent, and would go beyond anyone's hopes to get what he wants. That would soon change though, because once he comes back, Millie will be owed a LOT.
"Well shit. What the hell...are we gonna do now?" Suddenly, the door to the briefing room was open slightly. The two imps gasped and turned around, taking out their handguns and pointing them towards it.
"Woah woah woah, calm the fuck down! It's me, assholes!"
Blitzo's eyes widened as he gasped, while Millie lowered her weapon with a scowl.
It was Loona. She came back with her casual "work attire" with her phone in her hand like absolutely nothing changed within the last couple of days.
The boss ran up to the hound and hugged her around her neck. Loona's eyebrows lowered, but then she felt oddly comforted by the embrace of her owner. It's been a long time since she has felt that, and after her work-intensive trip with Shrapnel, she needed that.
Once he let go of her, he cleared his throat and put his hands behind his back. "So, how was the trip, my pup? Seems like you bailed a little earlier than expected. You crazy kids caused any trouble? Maybe even had some troubleeee? Wink wink nudge nudge?"
Loona groaned after Blitzo's last second zinger. He had that stupid smirk on his face.
"No. We didn't even do shit because all the wanksters we were supposed to shoo away either did not care enough to even challenge our territory or they pussied out because of the incident."
The imp was utterly confused. "Huh? What incident?"
"Some fucking moron shot a few demons at a night club, and now he's getting sucked off by this whole town just because he's an imp."
Blitzo's face turned blank. His quick reaction made Loona pause. "Umm...can I be frank with you, Loonie?" The two shared a long awkward pause.
"Oh don't fucking tell me…"
And as the boss got his final word in, Loona shook her head in disapproval while Millie sat across with an observant face. At the same time, she was on alert for any additional questions about Moxxie.
"...and all three of us got the fuck up out of the place."
Blitzo stopped talking and held his hands out, offering the floor to the hound.
"First of all, the fact that you decided to spill the beans on this big contract inside a nightclub, which is quite LITERALLY the most vulnerable spot in this fucked up town, is just flat out dumb."
The imp nodded. "Okay, I guess we could have talked things over at Taco Hell or something-" Before he can even begin his justification, Loona interrupted him abruptly. "Second of all, you said $20 million? And you guys screwed the pooch?"
"Heh, like how you screwed the pooch? The pooch is Shrapne-"
"No no no, you don't get to do that. Don't you wisecrack your way out of this one. You fucked up the most expensive contract we've ever been offered? Okay, let me move on before I tear this GODDAMN table apart. Thirdly, and rightfully last, you killed TWO demons and left with a sea of witnesses?"
After careful observation and some thinking, Millie stood up in support of her superior. "Hey hey hey, I know we're all just dyin' right now with all this murder and all these contracts, but our boss is a town hero right now, and I wouldn't worry about anyone in the club snitchin', especially when they owe him big time. Now are we all here gon' act like a buncha kiddies, or are we gon' go to war and get back what is ours?"
Blitzo was visibly confused. Not even ten minutes ago, they were just discussing Moxxie's disappearance, and what's really sketchy about this heartfelt speech she made on the spot was that she looked very unaffected by the absence of her beloved husband. Moxxie and Millie were inseparable. Why would she act so enthusiastically at such a disheartening time? Meanwhile, Loona turned her head. "Huh?"
The powerhouse of the team continued with her rant. "We have a plan to get that supervillain sunuva' bitch and the twenty mil. He's gon' cross the border very soon, once we get a report for a stolen ca-"
A faint voice could be heard on the radio transmission, causing everyone in the room to jerk their heads towards the device.
~~10-74, I REPEAT, 10-74. WE HAVE A REPORT OF AUTO THEFT AROUND THE LARSMONT AREA. A BLUE 2005 HONDA CIVIC. I REPEAT, A BLUE 2005 HONDA CIVIC~~
They all looked at each other. Larsmont was just north of Duluth, where the team encountered the After a little time, Blitzo gleamed and banged his fist on the table. "Alright, ladies! Time for some asskicking!"
And they all hopped out of the seats and came rushing out of the room. Blitzo and Loona ran alongside each other and headed down to the gun range with Millie, where all the new weapons were located. Now that they are more familiar with the apparent capabilities of the target, they decided to make their careful selection on their weapons.
Millie and Loona sat together on an unpopulated grassy area just right in front of a border. Both of them had a few smoke grenades to throw off the target. The imp had her trusty axe which was upgraded with a brass wrap to increase the mass of the weapon, making it more difficult for the target to use his telekinetic powers on it. Meanwhile the hound had a ZKZM-500 Laser Rifle that did not shoot any projectiles whatsoever. Only a destructive laser that can burn through clothes and skin.
The two stared off into the distance as the grey skies began building up. After a while, Loona broke the silence.
"So, where's Baby Dick?"
Millie groaned. "Ya' know, you can take your stick out your ass and try talkin' shit about someone who is actually here."
Loona nodded sarcastically. "I'm real fucking scared. I'll keep that in mind. Anyways, can you answer my question?"
No response. The hound got fed up. "Damn, this place is just dry today, and I'm not talking about this shithole. Did absolutely nothing happen while I was gone?"
Millie shrugged. "I guess ya' can say that. I'd say differently, but hey, you're Daddy's Girl, and everything that Daddy's Girl says is true."
"Wow, you seem very upset today."
The imp finally made eye contact with Loona. "Hmm, ya' think? I have an idea, how about we both stop talkin' and focus on gettin' this boy."
The two stopped staring at each other and once again drifted off and turned forward. This long stare into the skies only took about 13 seconds.
"So how's Shraps doin'? She a keeper?"
Loona chuckled. "Yeah, she's a helluva girl. No rivals around the area meant more time to ourselves, and I think we both learned a lot from each other."
Millie further interrogated her co-worker. "Well, if she is gonna get less work and more time with you, what's the problem with the incident? Looks like everybody decided to be scared of imps now that they're a developin' breed of killers."
"Well let's get something straight. You watch way too much Fucx News. It's not that they are genuinely scared of imps now that they know you guys can fend for yourselves, it's that they are brewing something right now." The hound continued playing around with her laser rifle.
The imp hummed, confirming the helpfulness of the clarification. "What do you think they're doin'?"
"Obviously they're going to plan a joint raid on the city now that they are competition. Right now, they feel like it's now or never for them."
"Ya' think this'll slow our contracts?"
"Oh of course. We may not even be able to keep all our clients. Imps aren't a liability anymore."
Millie paused, and then put her hand on Loona's. The hound was disgusted at first, but then was strangely moved by the feeling of her small hand.
"Do you ever feel like everythin' is happenin' at once?
"Yeah?" Loona had no idea where Millie was going with this, considering that she was not present for most of the time.
"Can I be honest?"
"Go ahead."
"I don't wanna stop workin' here for anythin'. Even if that means the whole world is gon' be against us, then so be it."
Loona nodded slightly, still left without a clue. "Well...that's the spirit?" The imp was getting a little peeved by Loona's lack of listening skills, but she appreciated the fact that the hound was trying hard to comprehend the massive amount of baggage she has been carrying as of late. She felt that she can open up now.
"Ya' know, is it okay if I let you in on a lil' secret? Just promise me you'll keep it."
Loona shrugged. "Um, okay?" Millie took a short breath and put her hands out. "Moxxie is tryin' to move us back to the hills."
That wasn't really a shock, let alone something that could provoke a reaction out of Loona, so she made sure the imp was aware. "...Okay? I-Is that something we should worry about?" Millie tapped her fingers together and chuckled nervously. "Yeeeeaah, um, we were just thinkin'...about preparin' in case things go south, ya' know?"
The hound raised an eyebrow. "In case things go south. Huh. So you're going to ditch us?"
Then Millie scooted back and shook her hands. "No no no, that's not what I'm tryin' to do-"
"So it's just the same stupid shit that Moxxie is going to do.
"...I guess so?"
Loona crossed her arms and stared into Millie's non-existent soul, making her feel very tense. After a couple of excruciating seconds, the hound turned her body towards the opposite direction.
"Well fine then. I was actually looking forward to learning more from him, but fuck, I guess I can't get that either. Jesus Christ."
Millie turned to her. "Didn't you already have a buncha time with that flame o' yours?"
Silence. Loona looked up to the grey skies.
"Me and her are in a fight right now…"
"Oh...I'm sorry to hear that, darlin'. I-Is that why you came back?"
Loona's expression remained unchanged. However, Millie could tell there was serious pain behind there, but the hound did not want to express any insecurity.
"Yeah. It's been a fucked up couple of days. I was hoping things would be a lot more chirpy."
Sympathetic, Millie put her arm around her. "This is Hell. You ain't got nobody around here but the ones closest to ya'."
Loona couldn't help but smile. However, she shuddered out of nowhere, prompting Millie to question her bodily reaction.
"Woah, honey, what's wrong?"
"Sorry, I just had a flashback to when me and Shrapnel were grabbing you by your limbs while we ate out both your—-"
Millie stopped her there with a burst of laughter. "WOAAAAH! We don't gotta talk about that night."
"Yeah, I know. Your arm just felt...weird. All I remember from that night was that you're a fucking freak, and Moxxie…"
Millie smirked. "Oh, ya' mean baby dick? Yeah, tell me all about how baby dick made you scream your head off…"
Loona laughed while lightly shoving Millie's shoulder. "Shut up!"
While the two were discussing the night they all went to dinner, the transmission came in.
~~MILLIE! LOONA! I MISSED THE FUCKING SHOT! HE'S HEADING OUT FAST! GO GET THE BASTARD!~~
Millie's eyes grew wide. She clapped her hands together and got a hold of her grenade launcher. With a lot of force, she reloaded it and had it ready for a shot. The imp turned to the woods next to the state route and remained focused on that spot. Loona followed and had her laser rifle close to her.
"So this is it, huh? The boogeyman?"
"Yes ma'am. He's a damn roach."
Loona smirked. "Well it can't be worse than that big shitshow I was in this week."
They stood there patiently.
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Then they heard a zoom. It was the car, and it bursted right out of the woods. Millie and Loona had their finger on their weapons' triggers…
...and they both fired at the same time.
The laser and the grenade were released from their respective guns. Both made it to the car and made a direct impact. The vehicle exploded into a ball of flames…
The imp and the hound cheered and ran to the wreckage. They hurried through the plains and took hasty breaths as they were rushing to ensure they just killed their $20M target. However, at some point in their run, they both stopped at the same time and dropped their jaws in awe.
The look on their faces when they saw that the car was empty was indescribable.
It was even worse when they crept up with their weapons close and peaked into the interior of the car. The gas pedal was being pressed down with a cylinder block that was most likely left there.
None of them knew what to do.
