The four were back in the briefing room. It was an hour past midnight, and they were back to being the only ones present in the building. After Blitzo's speech went awry, the many partygoers spread word from literally the top to the bottom, and everybody cleared out as the employees walked back to where they started. While Blitzo tried to drown his sorrows away one bottle at a time, Loona frantically texted on the other line, trying to take her anger out on Shrapnel. Sadly for her, she was left on read whenever a message was sent. Moxxie was in his own little space, moving weapons from his workshop over to the room and preparing for the fight this time. As for Millie, she did not know how to feel about all this. Out of all the people in the room, she was the only producer of noise, as she blared another R&B song on the bluetooth speaker. Aside from that, it was a room void of any interaction between any of them. Just a few hours ago, they were all happily singing songs with each other. Now, neither of them were in the partying mood. Blitzo ensured that none of that would happen for the day, and although it was harsh of them to distance themselves from their boss, he understood that it was well deserved. They knew they had to get up early to finish this contract, but neither of them felt like sleeping.

Loona stood up and took one last gander at the phone on her paw. She stared at it and crushed it in her hands. Six years of procrastination crushed to pieces in one hardened grip. The hound rushed out of the room and returned with the book from Blitzo's office. "I have a suggestion. How about we get this shit done NOW!?"

Moxxie put his prized sawed off shotgun aside and stood back up. "Sir, we need to have a talk. A good one, because we do not have much time left."

Blitzo sighed and tried standing up. He was too drunk to even keep his eyes open, let alone talk.

"H-H-Huh?"

This was not going to be tolerable anymore, and Moxxie knew it. "Oh you have got to be kidding me." He decided it would be better if he took matters into his own hands, so he grabbed the shotgun from the floor and shot it right at his boss. The recoil of the shot sent both imps back. Only thing is, it sent Blitzo back into a puddle of his own blood on the wall. The shock of the bullet was already more than enough to kill him.

In less than a minute, the boss returned in a sober but agitated state. He kicked the door right open and walked right past his own corpse. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?"

Moxxie momentarily put his hands up. "Sorry, sir. You forced my hand. But seriously, we cannot go quiet about this anymore. You put us on the spot, alright? All the stupid things we did back at that club was the hottest story of the month thus far, and you just spoonfed them all. The media, the overlords, the demons. Everybody that we have tried running from since the dawn of imp. You just spoonfed them all. This city isn't safe anymore. We aren't safe. We can't live on running for our lives, we just can't! We just can't! I can't run again!"

Millie put a hand to her husband's chest. "Calm down, Mox. Let's just finish this contract first, and afterwards, we'll clear up everything, okay? We took out all them cameras. They have nothing solid against us right now."

He took a long breath and turned to Millie. "Yeah...you're right...But on the off-chance that they-"

After taking his time to think of his explanation carefully in detail, Blitzo flipped his shit. "Okay, okay, look, maybe spilling that shit to those imps was a very bad idea, but hey, it would have been worse for us all anyway if they couldn't solve this goddamn mystery!"

Loona leaned on the wall with her arms crossed. "True dat. Now they know that they only need to get rid of ONE person."

In a defensive manner, the boss turned to Loona. "Okay, wiseass, they're still contemplating whether it was even one-"

She interrupted him, "Um, you are aware all they need is for those two hue bastards to get a hold of what transpired tonight and confirm it? They're going to know it was you, one way or another. Face it, Dad, you're not going to deny your way out of this one. Either you can find the brothers again and get rid of them properly, or you can just lay back and watch this whole media shitstorm slowly rip this company apart.

Blitzo responded. "Did you just call me Dad?" His comment was left ignored by Loona. Strange.

Moxxie raised an eyebrow. "So you suggest we find them quick and-"

Loona nodded.

The imp thought about that idea. "Hm. Holy shit. That might work. The pressing matter now is whether we kill the Hue Brothers first or get on with this contract. Say, where did the Penguin Demon go?"

That's when all four of them stood there idly.

"Oh...fuck…"

"Oh thank Jesus Harold Christ! No wait! I take that back! Fuck that guy!" Blitzo was going through a roller coaster of emotions as the four stood over a ripped page left in the ritual room. It appeared the Penguin Demon did not forget about the favor when he decided to abandon the party. His initials were written in ink at the very bottom of the page, and in this page was the ritual required to locate the target.

Loona picked up the page and read it for a bit. With everybody else looking over her shoulder, she nodded to herself and put the page down. "Alright, seems simple enough. Um, this will be agonizing as fuck, but I'm sure you'll pull through...Moxxie."

His eyes widened. "What!?"

Blitzo and Millie were on the rooftop of a Taco Hell with a sniper rifle positioned towards a popular nightclub twenty minutes north of Imp City. It was a long drive, but it would soon be worth it. The fatal mistake that the Hue Brothers made was their constant use of promotion during their media appearances. They held a significant stake in this new nightclub, and it was the one spot that they advertised the hell out of. The two imps were extremely tired, but they knew that they had to get this all done before the word spread to them. It was a commonly accepted fact that imps hardly ever travel outside of their respective city, so there was a great chance that they had not known about the public confession.

Millie cocked the sniper rifle and squinted her eye. "Yep, the club is still goin' wild, chief. Don't worry your horny head-"

"Horned head." The boss corrected her accordingly.

She chuckled. "Oh, right."

All they had to do was wait until both of them left the club at the same time for either business or some sort of private call they had to arrange. They both did a bit of research on their way, and noticed that the club was astonishingly small compared to the clubs in Pentagram City. But the most noteworthy detail of their findings was that the place lacked an office, which was extremely mind-boggling for them. It appeared that they wanted to ensure there was enough space for the petting zoo and a mini-bar for said pets. Either these two have a passion in getting experimental, or they were just hands down the worst club owners in all of Hell's history.

And their demise began when they both left the door. The lavender brother had a stack of cash on one hand and the dark red brother had a phone on his hand along with a cigar on the other. It appeared he was in the middle of a call.

"Okay, okay, okay, fine. Don't come cryin' to me when you muthafuckas realize that hellhound casinos are the next big thing. We'll just go find another investor. Ight. Cool. Don't care, fuck y'all."

He hung up and turned to the lavender brother. "Fuckin' shit, man. I'm tired of all this bullshit. I mean, what sick bastard doesn't like dog parks?"

The other brother raised his eyebrows. "He don't like dog parks?-"

"HE DON'T LIKE DOG PARKS, MAN!"

The lavender brother shook his head. "Damn. That's the shit I don't like. Real talk. You even changed the shit to hellhound casinos. The fuck are these guys buggin' for?"

"This all started when Mama fuckin' killed Rico in front of our faces."

"Deadass. Fucked up shit. Rico was a fuckin' soldier. The goodest of all good boys. We're tryna pay tribute and what happens? Bitch ass overlords. Shit."

"Yeah man, I don't even like those dumbass mufuckas. Silly ass hats. Ugly ass clothes. Goofy looking ass guns. I mean, you hold me at gunpoint, right?"

"Mhm."

"And then you point them Candy Land looking ass guns right at me? Know what imma do?"

"Tell em'."

"...I'm gon' laugh like a fuckin' baby."

They both shared a collective howl of laughter as they high fived each other.

"Yeah, FUCK them guns! FUCK EM!"

"And that ain't even the worst part, man. You got like what, one two three mistresses you gotta clean up after, nah mean?"

"I feel you, lil' bro."

"Man fuck you mean, lil' bro? Two minutes are just two minutes. Fuck shit."

"Heh, you should have left Mama's vagina faster. I was like a butterball rollin' down a slope of ice, ya' heard?"

"Yeah, yeah. You can climb out of vaginas faster than the average baby. Dope. Know what my superpower is? I can climb right back in faster than the average man. Real talk."

"Real talk my ass. That shit's dumb as fuck, because you don't even climb on pussy, nah wuhm sayin'? Yo' dick ain't getting mountain climbin' gear to get into some pussy."

"Oh shut the fuck up, it's the same shit. You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know that you get no pussy because you ain't got that mountain climbin' gear."

The dark red brother groaned.

"Well I know if I got some pussy mountain climbin' gear, I'd be like fuckin' uh...Yo, who is the Tiger Woods of mountain climbin'? Know what, you already know what I'm tryna say."

"Goddamn, you're ass at this."

"Alright, cool cool. We just gon' act like big dumb assholes now. What are we gonna do about that hellhound casino bullshit?"

"I dunno. I think the Penguin Demon would buy tho. That dude will buy any fuckin' thing, straight up."

"Naaaah. I fuckin' hate penguins. I'm like the penguin terrorist in these streets-"

Before they knew it, a tranquilizer dart shot through the air and landed on the side of the dark red brother's neck. The brother was instantly knocked out and fell to the ground. This alerted the lavender brother, who pulled out his gun and looked around, trying to scan any obvious threats around him.

"Yo! What the fuck did y'all just do to my bro? Getcho' ass here right now!"

Silence.

Then another tranquilizer dart came out of nowhere and got him right in the neck.

"Oh, y'all think I can't take a tiny ass dart? I'm fuckin' Superman, hoe! This don't mean shit to m-"

He fell over to the ground and was knocked out

Blitzo and Millie high fived each other..

"Is this really necessary? You're telling me that this ritual, this powerful instrument of chaos that only requires words and motion to activate, might be obstructed by wearing clothes?"

Loona stood right above the naked imp, who was laying down on the pentagram painted onto the floor. Contrary to her fellow co-worker, she was still fully dressed, and she intended to remain that way for the entire ritual.

"No, I just want to test something. I found out that the backpage to this thing is fucking hilarious."

Moxxie looked at her stupid. "Okay, just what do you mean by hilario-"

"Subtraxerim utilium stultus horreat!"

The ray impacted him below where the belt would be. Moxxie looked at her again. "Um, just what the hell did you do?" Loona looked down in an obviously staged sense of horror. "Oh no! Poor Moxxie just contracted micropenis!"

He scoffed. "Haw haw. Nice try. I doubt that is even a legitimate spell that Lucifer himself would even dare concei—OH MY GOD!"

He looked right up and sure enough...well...you get what's going on here, right?

"WHAT THE FUCK, LOONA!? CHANGE ME BACK RIGHT THI—"

"لا كرات"

Suddenly, Moxxie felt something disappear right below. He felt onto the family jewels, and found out that his jewels were just robbed, leaving nothing but the money bag.

"JESUS HAROLD CHRIST! WHY!? WHYYYYYYYY—"

Loona erupted in laughter. Moxxie clenched his fists and got right up in Loona's face. He snatched the book right out of her hands and hit her head with it, but it really didn't do anything to provoke her. She was still laughing from her own antics.

"Fine, fuck you then! I'll do it myself!"

The insult made Loona fall out of her chair and proceed to roll around the floor in continuous laughter. It was clear she was not going to stop anytime soon. While the hound was in hysterics, the imp was trying to make sense of the page. After a little more careful reading, he nodded to himself and got started by putting all of his clothes back on.

The two brothers woke up tied to a tree. They looked around and were horrified by the sight of a dark night sky with a white moon shining over them. This only meant one thing: they were both trapped in the living world held in captivity. Blitzo and Millie were right there in front of them. The boss was smoking a joint he rolled up earlier, while Millie had her custom-made flamethrower ready to burn them down.

The lavender brother gasped. "Fuck! Okay okay okay, I see now. I see we put y'all through some shit, but y'all do realize we've been tight lipped this whole time?"

Blitzo's eyes widened. "What? I thought you two were just fucking idiots!"

The dark red demon exclaimed. "That shit was deliberate, bruh! Please...let's not do something we'll regret. You let us go, we won't do anymore interviews. None of that shit. Ight?"

Millie shook her head. "Nah, no ight. I don't buy it, sir. Plus we—"

"We can't let them go. They need to be killed immediately."

The Hue Brothers sat there in shock.

"You see, you two have been running your mouths for such a long time now. So much so, that your business endeavors literally depend on it. Millie is right, you're both lying and we all know it. You're still going to go to Katie Killjoy late at night. You're still going to have interviews with freelance reporters that will only bring more attention to us, and what we did to you two. We kill you here, the story might die down, and you two will certainly stop running your mouths."

The lavender brother knew that they were done for.

"Come closer."

Blitzo obliged and leaned over to the lavender brother, who threw him off by spitting onto his face. The imp turned around fast and was royally pissed off.

He turned to Millie.

"Do it."

She nodded and looked back at the brothers. Both of them stared up at her in pure horror. "Don't worry, boys, it'll all be over soon! Mama promises that!" With a bit of force from her finger, the trigger was pulled, and a destructive cloud of fire caught the brothers and left them to scream in agony as the fire delved deep into their skin and through their flesh. The tree caught fire as well

Moxxie zipped up his pants and read the final line of instructions. "You have got to be kidding me. Loona, when you said this ritual was simple enough…"

She looked up. "Mhm?"

"...were you flat out drunk or were you just being your usual idiotic self?"

Loona scoffed. "What now?"

The imp walked up to her and pointed at the last few lines of instruction. "Look at this. You have to find a sample of DNA from the target and place it right on top of a live torso. The projection doesn't come from the circle, no. It comes from the mouth of the—"

"You mean the mouth of the yapping fucking idiot who doesn't remember that I said this was going to be excruciating for you? Because congratulations, genius, you have a great opportunity to prove yourself right now."

Moxxie scratched his head. "And what about the DNA? We searched the scene, and it was taken over by all those cops! We tried finding blood, but there were too many—"

It was clear he did not understand how on top of things Loona was. She sighed and took out a pouch of blood.

"W-W-Where did you get that?"

Loona sighed.. "You still think I'm fucking stupid, don't you? Well let me take you back to when I came back. You all were dumb enough to fuck it up the first time. When you abandoned us—"

"Prepared things."

"Shut the fuck up. When you abandoned us, we got another crack at it, but the guy wasn't even in the car. He was gone, and Blitz missed his shot. That meant he must have drawn something when he jumped out of the vehicle. Who pointed that out the first time? Me. So we all went down the trail and found some of his blood and scraped it in. It's been sitting in the freezer this whole time."

Moxxie looked down, knowing that he would have to concede to the hound. "Well. Looks like I missed a lot."

She snickered. "Damn right you did."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP LOONA—"

Blitzo and Millie were driving back after using the book to carry out their business and murder the Hue Bros for good this time. They were already a thing of the past, and now all they had to do was complete this contract. To be fair, the Cowboy Demon did say that the team had two days to complete the contract. That was 48 hours from the call they had together after the first attempt, and it seems like they still have a couple of hours to spare. As long as Loona and Moxxie knew what they were doing, it will be smooth sailing from here on out.

Millie clapped her hips and shook her head around to absolutely nothing. The stereo was not even on. Nevertheless, she was excited to go back to the headquarters. Although they literally had the longest day on record, Millie was still wide awake and ready to do this.

Blitzo yawned as he kept the steering wheel steady. He was also checking the rearview mirror every one in a while to make sure they weren't being followed. "Millie...I am shitfaced. Tell me a story. I can't stay awake right now."

The employee gasped. "Sir! Do you want me to drive?"

He made a shoo signal with his hand. "No no, I got it. I got it. You just sit there and stay purdy."

She giggled, but was a little worried by the response. Regardless, she wanted to please her boss. "So, you wanna hear a lil' story? Which one do you want? Nantucket or the Panda?"

Blitzo raised an eyebrow. "Hmm...how about the Panda?"

Millie rubbed her hands together. "Okay. So there was this green panda livin' in a humid forest. The green panda is friendly. Flawed, but still a good critter who is just misunderstood. This panda has a regular colored family of four. The craziest family one lil' panda could possibly produce. He was Papa Panda, and he was just mindin' his business one day wanderin' around with his family, until a group of zoologists came across the green panda. They're amazed by the rare appearance of this particular panda. His fur, his cute white face, everythin'! These zoologists have the bright idea of takin' this creature to an exhibit, but they also don't wanna separate him from his family, so they took all four of em'."

The boss was struggling to keep awake, but he did not have the heart to tell Millie about it, so he just continued to listen to God knows whatever she was talking about.

"When the family arrived, tourists were baffled by his distinguished fur. So much so, that other tourists flocked from all over the world to see these cuties. The increase in the exhibit's popularity meant more pamperin' for the family! They are livin' the life! It was clear that Papa Panda was the face of the whole zoo, and this panda had a gift to share with the world. Sadly, good things have to come to an end. Progressively, the panda becomes much more spoiled and refuses to leave the cave if the zoo does not give him enough things to fulfill his growin' greed. Food, massages, the whole buck. The other family follows suit, and the resources for the zoo begin dwindlin' due to these nasty creatures. The zoo directors discuss amongst each other, tryin' to figure out how to stop these pandas from takin' any more from them. When the pandas are bein' pampered because of the popularity of Papa Panda, what do they do?"

Blitzo shrugged. "Uh, I dunno."

"Easy, they kill Papa Panda in the middle of the night. While the family is asleep, they assign a zookeeper to take the panda to a secure place and finish the deed. Afterwards, the family are left without a Papa, and even left without a home after interest in the pandas drastically decline. It was just business. That's the end of my story."

The boss kept his eyes glued to the road. "That's very touching, Mills. Yeah...the Papa has kids...green fur…"

His eyelids lowered slowly until his eyes were completely shut. That's when he lost control of the steering wheel and shifted to the right. Millie gasped and got a hold of the steering wheel. The boss was now asleep, and his foot was still on the gas pedal. As they started speeding up, Millie watched in horror as the car began swerving its way back to Imp City.

"Oh lord."

"Moxxie. I am giving you one last chance. If your pussy is that wide right now, I can just go ahead and let you chop me instead."

The imp took his jacket off and clenched his fists together. "The hell you are. I am doing this because it is my choice." Moxxie was laid on the pentagram once again. Candles were placed at the end of each point. This ritual required somebody's toros to lay on the pentagram, spilled with the target's blood. After a certain chant, a portal will open and reveal the location of the target. This portal can be opened at any time with a save key, but this key had to be shouted at the very end of the chant in order for it to be accessible.

Loona stood above the imp with Millie's axe in her hands. Out of all the weapons that she could have chosen, Moxxie said he would feel more comfortable if he was sliced by his wife's prized possession. The hound did not understand it at all, but she didn't truly understand love either. She had the pouch on the floor, ready to splatter it all over her co-worker.

"Okay, I'm going to start the chopping, starting with your right arm. You ready?"

Moxxie put a hand up. "Wait." He then stuffed the jacket onto his mouth and nodded. With something to bite on to overcome the pain, he was ready now.

Loona sighed and put the axe up above her head. "One...two…"

"...THREE!"

With all her strength, she threw the axe down and chopped Moxxie's arm clean off without any struggle. The imp shrieks were muffled by his jacket, and he shook around like a madman from the pain. The bone was cut clean, and the flesh of the arm was still tender. It was funny, having his arm getting cut off for the second time in eight hours. To the imp, he thought he would be better prepared for this. He was wrong. It never got easier for anybody, and that was the hard truth about rituals.

The imp looked up at the hound with pleading eyes, wanting her to get on with it as fast as possible. She huffed, threw the axe up again, and slammed it down right through Moxxie's right leg. Another louder shriek filled the room. Loona wiped her forehead after the second slice. She moved on to the other limb.

As per usual, she threw the axe up and down, slicing Moxxie's left leg this time. Another blood-curdling shriek that was impressively unaffected by the presence of the jacket in his mouth. Loona cracked a chuckle and looked down at the imp. "Hey, that means your micropenis is gone, right?" With his only arm, Moxxie grabbed the jacket and threw it to the side. "GET ON WITH IT YOU STUPID BITCH!" The hound was genuinely appalled by Moxxie's words. "Okay, okay! Fucking hell, you don't have to be an asshole about it!"

"YOU'RE THE...one...being…" Moxxie was losing it. Blood was spilling out fast.

Loona rocked her head. "Oh no you don't. I need you alive, dickwad!"

One more time. She charged the axe and sliced through Moxxie's remaining limb. He was now a live torso, suffering an insane amount of pain in the process. After the last cut, Loona quickly picked up the page and shouted the chant at the top of her lungs.

"INVENIRET HOMINEM, PICKLE!"

The chant succeeded. Moxxie's eye sockets and mouth was being filled by a white light that blinded Loona greatly. The intensity of the light was too much for the naked eye to handle, which was not even written as a disclaimer in the page. Assholes. A portal opened up right in front of Loona. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't even see what was the other side. She couldn't even tell if there was a portal or not, and neither can Moxxie. At this time, too much blood already ran out, and the imp died shortly after the portal opened.

It took a long time for the hound to adjust, but she finally did. She opened her eyes and looked into the portal, and was shocked to see just where the portal led to…

The White House.

After maneuvering the car and coming in clutch, Millie slammed the car at a lamp post just by the parking lot of the headquarters and sent both of the imps flying forward onto the pavement. Millie groaned as she slowly got up while Blitzo just laid there asleep. That was probably the heaviest sleeping anybody has ever done in Hell. They were finally back.

Then out of nowhere, a random body dropped from the sky and landed right where the wreckage of the car was. The vehicle bursted into flames and the unfortunate person that respawned right on top of it ended up screaming at the top of his lungs. Millie turned around and squinted her eyes, trying to identify the person. She couldn't. In a jiff, he already burned up into a crisp.

She mumbled to herself. "The fuck?"

Then out of nowhere (REDUX), the same random body dropped from the sky and landed on his feet right next to Millie. She looked to her side and was surprised to see Moxxie. However, he was not happy at all.

"JESUS! Can I PLEASE catch a break!? I just landed in a car crash for crying out loud!"

Millie giggled, catching the attention of the imp. He turned and saw Millie, roughed up by the car crash. They stared at each other for quite some time and embraced. Moxxie was the first one to ask. "So, how did it go for you guys?"

"How did it go for YOU guys?"

"Not great...for me. But yeah, we got the portal."

She chuckled. "Yeah, same goes for me. I had to drive the heck out of this thing. Blitz fell asleep on our way here."

He let go of her and put his hands out. "Are you serious!? What the hell!?" Millie pointed at their boss. "Yeah there he is, livin' on Cloud 9. Poor Blitz hasn't slept in some time."

Moxxie shrugged. "Well neither have we. I think I'm wide awake now though...although I could use a few more hours."

"Me too. Pssh." They both shared another laugh as they got closer and shared a long kiss. During their moment, Loona kicked the door open, trying to figure out why the hell Moxxie was taking so long.

"MOXXIE!"

He shifted his attention to her and waved sarcastically. "Loona. It is...so not nice to see you."

7A.M

It's been three hours. Everything turned out perfect for the team. The only thing left for them was this contract (and some irrelevant contract that probably isn't even going to be addressed until the next volume lol).

Moxxie and Millie were holding each other as they shared an adorable nap together on the floor. Loona was balled up on top of the table, trying to get a hint of comfort to go with her nap. She has had dozens of power naps before this one. She knew exactly where to sleep, and strangely enough it was a sturdy table.

Blitzo was laid out in a spot of his own around the corner. He was absolutely knocked out, and he was probably dreaming about his traumatic childhood, because the boss was the very first person to wake up. He got up to stretch and yawn, scratching his back and looking around the briefing room.

It was safe to say that the Green Panda story did not keep him up.

He crawled over to Moxxie and Millie and stared at them lovingly. These two were his favorite employees. His only employees (he saw Loona more as a daughter rather than an employee). For once, Blitzo wanted to know how it felt to be cuddled like they were being cuddled, so he shoved himself in between and looked up at the ceiling. Yep. This felt nice.

Then out of nowhere, Moxxie woke up and kissed Blitzo's cheek. "Good morning, my sweet…"

Blitzo turned to him. "Oh, why thank you!"

That's when Moxxie's eyes finally opened. He widened them in a split second and saw Blitzo right in front of him. He threw himself back and started rubbing the taste out of his tongue frantically. "PAH!" The commotion caused Millie to wake up as well. She rubbed her eyes and looked to her left, seeing the boss laying right next to her. Blitzo noticed her stare and said to her. "Um, I wasn't doing anything."

Millie was not really in any mood whatsoever. She was always groggy when she woke up, so she just snickered quietly and said to him, "I could have sworn I dreamt about this just now…" The imp stood up and walked over to Moxxie. She gave him a peck on the cheek, to which he replied with a peck of his own. They shared a moment while Blitzo got up to wake up Loona.

"Hey, Loona! Loona!"

The hound woke up in a loud groan. "F-Five more minutes…"

Blitzo shook his head and clicked his tongue. "Tsk tsk. Come on, Loonie. I don't think I raised you to be this laz-"

That's when she unseathed her claw and put it two inches in front of Blitzo's face. He was absolutely spooked by the threat.

"I said...five...more...minutes."

The four sat together around the only table in the employee's lounge. Blitzo was eating a single peach he scavenged from the party, Moxxie and Millie made eggs out of the only ingredients that were still in tact, and Loona was just having a nice cold beer for breakfast. She had to get her morning fuel for the day. They all chewed quietly and exchanged looks to each other. None of them wanted to be the first to talk, because they found a particular liking to the harmony within the room. Every single member of the I.M.P has been loud thus far. This was basically the calm before the storm.

And that's how breakfast went the whole time.

Blitzo was scrambling through the last documents he had of the target trying to find something new that he can use to their advantage. Nothing. This search was pretty much pointless. After setting the pile of the papers aside on his desk, he looked down and noticed a scribbled drawing of him in his striped shirt back when he used to work in the circus. It was a cute drawing. A simply drawn imp with a generic smiley face holding balloons. There were two words drawn by two different people on the paper. Right above the imp was an arrow and the word "ME" included with it. That was Blitzo. On the corner was the word "LOONA". That was self explanatory. The boss wiped a tear from his eye. He knew that Hell was the most desolate and cruel place in the universe. Hope, happiness, and love were hardly ever synonymous with the underground. However, he felt proud that these three things were shared amongst everybody in the company. The imp was once called a failure, a lost cause that only ruins things and pisses off other people around him. The people who take their lives too seriously. He knew it sounded crazy, but Blitzo believed in miracles. Out of all the things he has accomplished in his agonizing but short afterlife, sharing that hope, happiness, and love with the people he cared about most was probably his best accomplishment thus far. And this was essentially what this drawing represented.

RING RING!

Oh no.

It was the Cowboy Demon. Blitzo took a deep breath. He knew it was about to be scary, but he knew that he had to show him who the boss truly is. It was him, and him only. The imp picked up his phone.

"Hello?"

"I did warn you what was going to happen. I'll ask one more ti-"

Blitzo instantly responded and even interrupted the client. "We had an agreement. 48 hours. Count from wherever you want, but those 48 hours aren't done yet. We still have time to complete the contract."

There was silence on the other line. The boss was starting to realize perhaps this was a grave mistake.

"Okay. You asked fer' it."

This only confused him further. "Huh? What do you mean I asked for i-AHH!"

Something crashed through the ceiling. It was a crate. Blitzo got out of his seat and slowly walked up to the mysterious box. It could have been anything. A rigged explosion, a death ray that will instantly pulverize anybody that dares open the box, etcetera etcetera. The point was, he was extremely nervous to see what was inside. With the phone on one hand, he used the other to lift the top off slowly.

He was not prepared for what was inside. Because inside, there were a bunch of weapons. Plasma weapons. Plasma guns, knives, grenades, you name it. It was all in there, stuffed in one little box. If the boss wasn't curious before, he was even more curious now. He focused back to the call.

"B-B-But...why?"

The Cowboy Demon chuckled and took something out of his mouth. Blitzo could tell, because it sounded really disgusting. "I had lotsa money just lying 'round here. Look, if y'all really think y'all can pull it off, then so be it. Just know that there's two hours left in this bitch. So you better buckle up, son, cuz you're given the resources. Now just finish it."

The boss wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to jump up and down and run into the streets of Imp City naked. Instead, he recollected himself and whispered into the phone.

"Thank you…"

"Don't mention it. Now you don't have any excuse."

He hung up. The last sentence sent chills down Blitzo's spine, because what the Cowboy Demon said really was right. He literally did not have any excuse to miss this last shot. Strike three and not only was he out, but so was the company. Loona, Moxxie, Millie, their well-being could be at stake here. All it takes is a journey to the living world and a bullet through the head to kill them all, and that's usually what happens to those who led previous hitman services that failed ultimately.

Blitzo took another good look at all the weapons and smiled.

"Oh boy! It feels like Christmas right now!" Millie jumped up and down as she held the plasma axe. Like all other weapons, it was black like dark matter, and it was outlined by various neon colors that made its way through from the midpoint. The axe had a hot red outline coming down, and Millie enjoyed that, because it reminded her of blood.

Loona enjoyed going through the pile of goods that the Cowboy Demon sent their way. Plasma shurikens, plasma brass knuckles, these were the examples that Loona would stuff into her pockets. She couldn't wait to use it all.

Moxxie wished he could scavenge through the crate like he was at a thrift shop, considering his occupation, but he tasked himself with arranging a game plan for the contract.

"Alright, everybody gather around. This is my derivative plan to eliminate the target and put this race for our lives to rest. First of all, I would like to address this pressing issue that has been bothering me ever since I first heard it. Loona."

The hound's eyes widened a little. "Hm?"

"Pickle? Really?" Moxxie was of course referring to the save key that Loona established right after she said the chant.

Loona could only shrug and cross his arms. "Fuck off, will you? It was the only word I could think of at the time, okay!?"

The imp could not care one bit. "Right. Anyways, from what I have seen this morning, the target is still located in the White House. Specifically, he is located at the underground tunnels. How do I know this? Heat seeking device. It was hard, but I took one step inside the living world and located the man far beneath the floor of the Green Room. It seems like he was eating something down there. Maybe he's living down there or something. Regardless, he can't be up to no good. Best thing to do is get to him before he leaves the premises. Unfortunately, he has put us in a real 'pickle', LOONA."

The hound flipped him off.

"The reason for that is that he is underneath one of the most secure places in the United States. This will not only be an assassination, but this will also be an espionage mission, so please, whatever you do, do not stare at the portraits of wigged men hung up on the walls, okay sir?"

Blitzo groaned.

Moxxie clapped his hands together. "Okay. All we have to do is get past security, find these tunnels, and take him on. Blitz, Loona, you two will follow our directions to the other end of the tunnel and go through there. Me and Millie will do the hard part for you, alright?"

Loona did some sarcastic jazz hands. "Oh, my savior. Whatever will I do without you?"

The imp sighed. "Let's keep it professional."

"You didn't 'keep it professional' when you shoved that pickle thing onto my face."

Blitzo pointed at her. "That's what she said."

Despite the annoyance of his other co-workers, Moxxie nodded. "Alright. Just so you all know, we are definitely capable of this. See you all downstairs." And just like that, he walked out of the lounge.

(Montage Time!)

The four were all ready to go to war. Along with the four killers, the bluetooth speaker that Millie brought was playing music on full blast in the gun range. Specifically, it was Kiss Land by the Weeknd.

(Beat switch) ( watch?v=Wq6V9YpE1aE)

Moxxie ripped off his jacket and put on a bulletproof vest around his body. He put some extra iron cases around the vest and put on a black and red utility belt. In each pocket was at least one grenade. In each of them were the most powerful explosions that money could buy. He even put on a pair of goggles that gave him thermal vision. The imp put on some tough baggy slacks and stuffed them inside two large black boots. In addition to the boots, Moxxie had a knife hidden in each sole. His weapon of choice? Plasma longblade.

"I got a brand new place, I think I've seen it twice all year

I can't remember how it looks inside,

So you can picture how my life's been

I went from starin' at the same four walls for 21 years

To seein' the whole world in just twelve months

Been gone for so long I might have just found God

Well, probably not, if I keep my habits up and

Probably not if I can't keep up with lovin'"

Millie cackled as she put on her black chest guard, layered on top of a latex suit that had extra pads around it for maximum protection. In each elbow came a spike that could slice through a man's skull with maximum skull. The maniac had a few artillery shells hidden beneath each pad as well. Cherry bombs, smoke bombs, all kinds of fun-size bombs she can use. Millie also put on an optical facemask and inserted two blades onto her sword pack. Her weapon of choice? Nothing else but the plasma axe. Oh yeah, and she added just another layer of black lipstick.

"And I can't stand talkin' to brand new girls

Only bitches down to fuck when you shower them with ones and

Probably not if my - round them up and

Probably not if we take 'em to my spot

Probably not if I tweak all day, just to sleep at night

God damn I'm high, my doctor told me to stop

And he gave me something to pop

I mix it up with some Adderall's and I wait to get to the top"

Loona was going to Loona. She did not care about protection at all. The hound wanted to go with a small red jacket that only fit around her top, leaving the stomach and waist open. Along with the jacket, she laced up some large heels and fit her hands into some biker gloves for the grip. Her weapon of choice? Dual plasma uzis, with loads of clips stuffed into all four of her pockets. More than enough ammo to do some damage, and a faster fire rate that could be too much for even someone with telekinetic powers.

"And I mix it up with some alcohol and I pour it up in a shot

I don't care about you, why you worried 'bout me?

All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke

Last week was my rough week, I'm still drippin' down from my nose

And I don't know how to drive, I make my driver get high

But If he goes under that 110, believe my driver get fired

And I don't got any friends,

I got XO in my bloodwork and I'm posted up down in Florida,"

Blitzo had to go all out for this one. He had nothing on that he had prior. The boss had on tactical bulletproof full body armor with ammo clips in each pocket and a stick of dynamite in two of them (with matches of course). He also had a thick black jacket underneath the armor. Each hand was wrapped with gauze, and each of his forearms had a blade attached to them for convenience. With multiple guns strapped to his body, he was ready to light shit up.

"Ft. Lauderdale to that MIA

Cold drinks with Grand Marnier

To the break of dawn, Kahlua milk,

White Russian when the sun hits,

White Russians with tongue tricks

I like the feeling of tongue rings,

She like the way my whole tongue flip,

She grind hard for tuition,

She grind hard 'til her teeth chip

I make her hide it with gold grills,

I make her suck it with gold grills,

In the back room of the VIP, she don't ever sleep"

The four looked at each other and shared collective nods. They were all ready. The team walked out of the range and even took the speaker with them because why the fuck not?

"This ain't nothing to relate to

This ain't nothing to relate to

This ain't nothing to relate to

This ain't nothing to relate to

Even if you tried,

You tried, you tried

And you tried

You tried, you tried

And you tried

You tried, you tried

And you tried

You tried"

The team left the elevator and entered the ritual room. Moxxie and Millie prepared everything like it was just another day of work.

"This ain't nothing to relate to

This ain't nothing to relate to

This ain't nothing to relate to

This ain't nothing to relate to

Even if you tried,

You tried, you tried

And you tried

You tried, you tried

And you tried

You tried, you tried

And you tried

You tried, oh yeah."

With the command of "pickle", Blitzo looked at his employees and gave them one last thing to share before they all went on the mission.

"Remember, everybody. We are the Immediate Murder Professionals. Let's make this sunuva bitch as 'immediate' as possible, alright?"

They all nodded. After that little pep talk, they all entered the portal.