The team found themselves on the other side of the portal, behind a pillar at the White House porch. Unfortunately for them, Washington D.C was suffering a heavy rainstorm that kept virtually every frequent member of the White House inside, including the President and his Cabinet. The place was pretty much going to be at its most secure. They were already a step ahead, however, thanks to a small scale EMP gun that Moxxie constructed. So far, every camera on the porch was disabled. To the eyes of someone in charge of the cameras, it was very easy to blame the storm for this.

Moxxie adjusted his goggles and turned around to address Blitzo and Loona. "According to my precise calculations, the probability of you two making it to the tunnel of the Arlington National Cemetery weighs greater than any other option. The president is likely never going to retreat there considering the moistened conditions of this storm, so I would suggest you both travel there. It's a straight path, so just retire somewhere safe until we provide the correct tunnel. Did you all look over the schematic?"

Loona and Blitzo stared at each other blankly.

The imp was rubbing his forehead. "As I suspected. Alright, just hang on there for a second." He dug into one of the pockets in his utility belt and took out a folded piece of paper. It was a diagram of the tunnels and where they led to. He handed it to his boss, who was surprised by the fact that he actually had this with him.

"But how did you-"

"It's simple. Back in the days where it was only the three of us, I used the old portal to woo a high profile Pentagon official so that I could get valuable information from the Free World's vault. I changed my appearance using a human spell and spent three months with this woman. When the time was right, I photocopied every classified document stored and left without a trace. I have access to everything you need for this mission."

The three other members were shocked by the amazing story told by an unexpected source. They all went "Ooooohhh."

That's when Moxxie cracked. "Just kidding. I just looked up 'white house tunnels' on the internet. It's not hard to get this, you know."

Loona gave Moxxie a slug to his shoulder. She yelled quietly, knowing that anybody could overhear them. "You dickface! You really convinced me you had a lot of good shit!"

The imp reassured her. "First of all, owww! Second of all, I do. You just have to look it all up on the internet. Have you been listening? Millie, do something!" His wife and Loona looked at each other. Both of them scoffed (Millie kind of fused a giggle and a scoff so it wasn't really in spite of him), which really threw Moxxie off. Have they really been hitting it off while he was gone securing the married couple's future? That was almost as bad as her cheating on him. Well, technically they both cheated on each other willingly when the group had that full-blown orgy, but that's besides the point.

After being flat out ignored, Blitzo put his fist up and caught everybody's attention. It was time for the actual leader to speak. "Listen up. We're wasting time here. You heard the little midget. Let's get this done." It wasn't the best pep talk, but they all got the message. Moxxie smirked and rolled his eyes, while Blitzo stuck his tongue out playfully. Apparently both genders in the I.M.P finally developed an actual dynamic together. The boss looked at the map one more time, showed it to Loona, and stuffed it inside his vest pocket. The duo opened up a portal and went inside.

It was now Moxxie and Millie. They were ready to get to it. The imps knew they had to sneak in somewhere, but where were they able to get in without any witnesses? It was 9PM in Washington D.C, which meant there was one room on the first floor that he knew was empty at the time.

The dining room.

"Honey, do you think anybody here uses the dining room at 9PM? I'm not fully adjusted to American customs."

She shook her head. "Unless we're talkin' Ramadan, but this is the White House, sweetie. The only Americans that eat dinner at 9PM are travelin' salesmen." He rolled up a sleeve and took out a silenced hand pistol just in case anybody spots them. "I don't doubt that." The door to the dining room was right there.

The only problem is, it was locked. Millie found that out the hard way and was a second away from using one of her cherry bombs, but Moxxie instantly put an arm in front of her and shook his hands around like a madman to remind her that brute force was not needed this early in the mission. She sucked in her teeth. "Sorry." Moxxie stood back and swung the longblade right through the knob. He took out everything else from the inside and left an empty socket that he can just pull back with no problem. They were now inside. The imp pointed his EMP gun at a camera on the corner and disabled it.

Millie looked around the grand dining room and was filled with wonder as she circled around the room. The chandelier was bright and shiny, and the table appeared exceptionally organized. "Hoo boy, the President sure is a lucky fella! Just look at this, Mox! Our dinin' room can look like this too once we're rich!" That's when Moxxie put a hand on her shoulder and reminded her to quiet down. "We're already rich. Let's keep going. One day, we'll take a tour here together. But for now, we really need to find that tunnel.

She shook her head. "Mox. You're really no fun. What the heck did that trip do to you?"

Of course, Moxxie had to call bullshit. "The trip? Honey...let's not argue about this anymore, and okay? This is quite literally the WORST TIME TO ARGUE!" He was throwing a whisper tantrum that can only be expressed through swift arm motions.

Millie put her hands up. "Okay, okay. You're right, damnit, you're right, just like always. I just wish you were a lil' more comforted by these sights right now."

"WHILE WE'RE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES!?"

Oh shit. Anybody that was twenty feet in earshot could definitely have heard that. Shortly after his outburst, Millie grabbed Moxxie by his mouth and shoved him underneath the table. She rolled in just in time. Suddenly, a random plump man with a beard and a three piece walked in.

"Huh? Who said that?"

After realizing the room was deserted, he shrugged and shoved a muffin into his piehole. Millie slowly turned to her husband and hugged him close.

"Shh shh shh shh."

Moxxie groaned. He did not want to be treated like a baby. The guy literally spent his whole life learning to behave in a more civil manner than the average person in Hell, yet he had the short fuse of a two year old toddler, and Millie was aware of it. So really, he had no choice but to conform to her nurture.

If he got a panic attack in the living world, that could be some really bad news.

Blitzo and Loona were gasping for air as they finally ran to the entrance of the Arlington National Cemetery. As Moxxie predicted, not a single soul was even present there. Their footwear was already muddy and even had some leaves stuck on them. They weren't exactly the most in-shape members of the team. Both of them drank hard liquor practically everyday, and they were supposed to be father and daughter.

The imp extended his arm and pointed northeast from the sign. "T-This way...Fuck. Loona, I need some water…" She shook her head while panting heavily. "You are...such a crybaby…" Without looking, he flashed a bird in front of her face and collapsed onto the floor. There was no other choice for them but run as fast as they can. They did not want to stick around in one spot for too long. Otherwise, they would be caught. Same goes for here. They couldn't stick around here for too long, but Blitzo insisted.

After finally catching his breath, he coughed and took out a blue liquid capsule. The imp swallowed it and stretched his legs. "Okay. We gotta keep moving."

"Yeah, no shit, dumbass."

"Fuck yourself, Loona."

That's as far as they got in their argument. Afterwards, they continued their way down to wherever the path would lead them. It was going the right direction, according to the map. What Blitzo couldn't understand, however, was that one of these graves held the entrance, and it belonged to a man named John F. Kennedy.

The boss showed the map to Loona one more time. "Oh yeah, I know that guy. He banged a lot of chicks and became president before he got shot."

"Did you learn this on the interwebs too?"

She shook her head. "Hell no. Living World History was an elective in tenth grade. Easiest credit of my life."

Once again, Blitzo wanted to be wise with her. "Why is that? Did you show some brainiac your hoohoos?"

"No. That was Byron from ninth, and that was for Hell Geography. I had to take it up a notch for this one."

That's when Blitzo erupted in shock. "Wait, WHAT!?"

Loona bursted into laughter. "I'm fucking kidding! Haha, you should have seen the look on your stupid red face. Seriously though, what do you take me for these days? A whore?"

He shrugged. "Well, you have syphilis, don't you?

Unbeknownst to Blitzo, that small little factoid produced an enormous dark cloud over the hound's head. "Don't be an asshole, man. I got that from Jaron."

"Jaron? You mean the dreamy guy you wouldn't stop talking about back then?"

"Yep. I shot my shot and I thought I won, until he hit me with those STDs. Oh well, you lose some, you win herpes."

A silence came over them. Blitzo was deeply concerned about how little he knew about his own hound. Loona just didn't really wanna talk about it. At some point in her life, she really cared about the boys she would chase in her heyday. Unfortunately, that time was over with, and now she lived with the sad reality that Hell is never a bull market. It was multiple depressions combined together on a weekly basis, and it only adds insult to injury for her because she learned this from her elective too.

Suddenly, they saw a light at a very open space. When they got closer, they both recognized the light as the John F. Kennedy Eternal Flame. They had finally come across the burial ground. All they had to do now was figure out how to dig their way into the supposed tunnel underneath. First, they tried to lift the plates separately and altogether, but saw no avail. Secondly, they tried to put their ears against multiple spots on the path and knocked on them to see if they were hollow. That didn't work either.

"Fuck! Well, we could try that." The boss pointed to the flame.

He leaned over to it and tried to grab it and pull it like it was a lever, but it was too hot for him to handle. He yelped and let go swiftly, shaking his hand and blowing on it. Loona walked over to give it a try. Instead of holding the torch of the flame, she put her hands underneath the foundation and raised it up.

The entire thing came right off, and there lies the entrance to the tunnel. There was a ladder that supposedly led far down, but they couldn't tell because it was dim looking from the outside. After her successful discovery, she took the torch out from the foundation and held it with her glove, which was handy for handling hot stuff.

As he finished blowing his wound, Blitzo turned to Loona and gave her a thumbs up with his good hand.

She nodded slowly. "Riiiiight. You okay?"

"Never felt better. Oh wait…" The boss got back on his feet and took a cigarette out from his breast pocket. He held it to the flame in Loona's grip and lit it. Once he did that, he took a long puff and pointed to the tunnel. "Let's get inside of that big wide opening."

Loona's eyelids came halfway as a result of her immeasurable disappointment. "Now you're just forcing it. That's not even-you know what? Get your ass up, we have a superweirdo to catch." Blitzo finally found the will to stand up and followed his hound from above as they climbed down. Before he could advance any further, he reached for the burial vault and put it back in its place.

It was hard making their way up, but the couple found themselves on the second floor. After going to the cross hall and entering the open door which led to a staircase, they were now at the closet hall. They could have stuck with the first floor, but unfortunately the RGB rooms were overcrowded with people. Two armchairs laid there in the open, with a view of the north portico and beyond right in front of them. Once again, Millie was dazzled. Moxxie, however, sat himself down and was occupied with looking through the schematics once more. By common sense, the tunnel should be hidden somewhere in the first floor, but as said before, there were too many people there. Moxxie thought perhaps they can wait it out and try again after a while, but they knew they were running out of time.

He looked to Millie. "I don't think they are going to leave anytime soon."

She didn't listen. She was too busy staring into the distance and contemplating to herself about a couple of things. After what felt like hours to Moxxie, she turned to him and put her finger up. The imp's mouth opened, struggling to output words, until she finally put her finger down and shook her head. "Never mind. It can wait for when we get back."

"If, we get back-"

Millie interrupted him, "Ah, don't be such a wet blanket, Mox. Tell ya' what, we're trapped here in the closet hall, right?"

Her husband nodded.

She went over to sit next to him and took out two small bottles of what looked like some purple liquid "Look at the circumstances, I got some capsules, this place has some clothes, what say we stop hidin' and start blendin' in with the crowd? We don't have to worry about being caught, and that'll leave lotsa time to-"

"You're seriously telling me you had capsules just now?"

Millie pinched his lips and continued, which was a huge no-no in their relationship. "That'll leave lotsa time to find this guy and get the job done."

He gripped her hand and slowly put it aside while making full eye contact with his wife. "I feel like you're only taking this route because you want to go sightseeing."

She only shrugged. "Is it that bad of an idea?"

The imp thought about it for a little more. He turned to the door and stared at it blankly.

After a full five minutes, Moxxie and Millie were all dressed up in their own respective disguise. Along with that, you could even say they were all "fleshed up". By swallowing the contents of their capsule, their skin appeared fleshier and their glowing yellow eyes were temporarily dimmed and colored white. Distinguished imp features, such as Moxxie's white hair and freckles, were all recolored to resemble that of a regular human in the living world. He now sported a blonde look with brown freckles to go with it. The white spots on Millie's hair were completely swallowed by the darkness. She was just as fleshy and pale as Moxxie was. Both of them, however, decided to stick with a professional look. Moxxie wore a tuxedo that resembled that of the Secret Service with the addition of an earpiece and shades. Millie wore something similar, but the blazer was left open, revealing a white buttoned shirt. They also believed it would be a good idea to put on some U.S flag pins on their breasts.

Millie stuffed the longblade and the axe into a large black duffel bag left by the table. Before making her way back, the disguised imp noticed a mirror by the wall. When she saw her reflection, Millie rubbed her hands together and turned her body to the side a little.. "Hot dog! This is freakin' amazing! How come we don't disguise ourselves as humans often?"

Moxxie walked over and handed her a black hat, but not before pointing at her horns. "That's why, babe. Stay frosty, we're making our way out." They heard a knock on the door. The noise made both of their hearts jump, and they both looked at each other with their nerves as tingly as ever.

The door swung open. A dark-colored man with a black goatee and a red hat that spelled "MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN" invaded the room. Only a handful of those who resided in Hell would know him. In the living world, though, this man was a top celebrity. What was strange about this man was his comically baggy and dark clothes. He also had some strange footwear. Zebra print shoes with a red font across the shoe, which read "SPLY-350". The man was as spooked as the couple were, and gasped when he found out the room was occupied with clothes spread all over the floor.

"Oh shit. I-I mean, oh shoot. Lord, forgive me, lord." The man looked up to the ceiling and made a praying gesture to it. Once he had his little moment, he refocused to the two. "I'm sorry, y'all. I hope I wasn't interrupting your...your thing. I seriously hope it wasn't...premarital. W-Well, you know wh-what, I'm not gonna judge, y'all make y-your own decisions. It's a free country. Ight, I'm...going to leave." It didn't help that he was slowly closing the door while staring at them funny. Talk about awkward. When he closed the door, however, Millie grabbed Moxxie by his shoulders and shook him like crazy.

"Oh my god! Did you see that!? We just met Kanye Westtttt!"

He forced her to let go of him and grabbed her by the hand. "To Hell with Kanye West, we have to leave right now!" They rushed through the door and tried contemplating whether to go left or right. Both sides of the hallway were occupied with officials, cabinet members, media press, etcetera. Instead, Moxxie pointed forward, and they both agreed to go there so as to not get caught or further interrogated about their presence.

They barged right in and threw the door shut. Both of them held the door and started panting heavily. When their heads rose, they realized they just made a grave mistake.

The leader of the free world was right there on his desk, enjoying a club sandwich that was sent to him. He was frozen still, shocked that these two had the nerve to interrupt his private moment.

Initially, the president did not take it as anything else other than a sign that something just happened, so he put the sandwich on his gold plate and stuck his hands out. "Well, I'm waiting. The hell is going on out there? Did Congress pass that prescription bill like I told them to? Did Adam Schiff leak something? By God, get on with it!"

Moxxie and Millie exchanged looks. None of them knew what to do, but they knew that whatever they came up on the spot, it was unlikely that it would fool the president. Despite the high risks, Moxxie decided to step forward and spit it out.

"Um...United States Presid-Mr. President...sir. We have a situation at the bottom of the White House. Something is running rampant in the tunnels, and-"

The President motioned Moxxie to zip it, to which he obliged. "Now listen here, you spineless schmuck. The next time you swing my doors open like that unannounced, it'll be your ass. Believe me, it will be."

Moxxie tried to plead. "Mr. President, I'm sorry, I-"

That's when the POTUS raised an eyebrow. "Wait, I haven't seen you before. Hell, I haven't seen either of you two here, and I haven't made a staff change in a while now. Who are you guys?"

The imp tugged his collar. "Uhm...I am Agent...Max, and this is Agent-"

That's when Millie took a step forward. "Agent Milfred! At your service, sir!"

The President scratched his head. "Funny, you don't look Scandinavian."

The couple blinked. They were unsure of what to do about that, because neither of them really understood the terminology here. For some inexplicable reason, their silence became their most powerful weapon, as the President began feeling a little nervous from his indirectly nonsensical yet strong remark.

"I-I'm sorry about that. I would have said that name wasn't gender-neutral either, but it's a new age we live in."

They were still confused, but Millie decided to go with it anyway. "That's quite alright, sir. I apologize on behalf of my hu-my friend for the whole door incident. Is it ok if I continue?"

Then another person opened the door and closed it right behind him. It was an elderly man in a similar suit. That's it. Just a white haired man with no distinguished physical feature I can think of right now. Sorry. Once again, this isn't intentional. But you have to ask yourself, if you were to describe Mike Pence, would you really go any further than this?

"Mr. Trump, I'm afraid Kanye West has left the building abruptly."

President Trump gave him a strange look. "What? Why?"

The vice president tried to explain the dilemma. "Apparently, he claimed he has 'royally eff'ed up' just now, and he says he's going to the First Christ Church to repent his sins."

"Well does it have anything to do with me? Is he going blue on me or something?"

Pence shrugged. "Not sure, sir. Perhaps he just wanted to play it safe."

"D-Did you all give him an umbrella? It's terrible weather out there right now. Terrible."

"We offered him one. He said he didn't need it for the rainstorm. Said he feels it fade."

Trump sighed. "Very well then."

The VP nodded and made his way for the door, but before he could leave, he stood there for a long time, having a serious realization and turned back to the President. Pence looked at the imps then looked back at the President. His glare made the couple feel very queasy.

"By the way, sir…"

"Yes?"

"...we're having ice cream later. How many scoops do you want?"

Trump showed him two by his fingers. "Two scoops. I get two."

"Very well sir." He gave him one of those crooked smiles and left the room. They were all left alone once again, hopefully without another interruption.

The President focused his attention back to the supposed agents. "Yes, you may continue."

Millie smiled. "Thank you, sir. You see, we believe a bunch of rodents found their way in and are raiding the pantry from the inside. It's an inside job, sir. We are asking your permission to go down to the tunnels for the purpose of exterminating these rodents." It was way too freaky for Moxxie to listen to his wife without her signature accent. However, he did have to give her props. She clearly knew what she was doing, and she was going to be the key to the tunnels.

Trump had a little bit of time to think about it, but it didn't take too long for him to greenlight the idea. "Very well. I will send an escort in to take you fine folks there. Or do you both already know your way?"

Moxxie shrugged. "Well, we're new here and everything...heh heh." He and Millie shared forced laughter together.

"Alright. Let me just call them in."

Loona and Blitzo were already fifteen minutes into the tunnel. It was an hour in walking distance, but they made one-fourth progress thus far. The boss was stretching his arms, getting ready for the fight of his life...which was pretty much the fight FOR his life.

The hound was not pleased by the stench that laid inside. "Goddamn, it smells like crusty feet and sardines in here. And this is supposed to be a presidential convenience? Fuck outta here. I'm sure they could add some air freshener to that budget of theirs."

Blitzo snickered. "Yeah. Social Security? Really? What a fucking joke."

A silence fell over them, which left the floor open for many topics. One of which was obviously going to be about Loona's problems, and the boss was going to make sure he was there to talk about it with her.

He fired the first shot. "So...do you wanna talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" The hound said, without even making a single change of expression or even a slight tilt of her head.

"You know...Shraps. Your girlfriend?"

Loona groaned, but Blitzo insisted they continue on with this.

"No, I'm being serious right now. This isn't playtime Blitz, this is serious Blitz. Before you kicked her out of my own briefing room, she actually showed up to spend quality time...with me!"

"She came all the way to the HQ just to spend quality time with you. Is that really what you believe?"

Blitzo shook his head. "No no no, I mean, she was going to find you eventually and try talking you out of whatever bullshit you two are dealing with right now, but then she saw me playing by myself."

"Ew."

"I said playing by myself, not with myself. Get your nasty ass mind out of the gutter, Loona!"

"Look, if you're taking her side just to guilt trip me and the rest about not playing that stupid card game with you, forget it. We left the room because Moxxie was teaching me how to shoot shit. And it wasn't him doing his job, it was him doing it because I explicitly asked him to."

Blitzo scoffed. "You, shooting lessons? Really? I thought I already taught you how to shoot?"

"That's the thing about you, man. You think you did your duty just because you spend minimal time on something, and you never think back on whether or not you should follow it up. All you did was point at a few bottles and tell me to pull the trigger. Anybody over the age of four can do that. You don't like to play quality control, because you have never stared quality in its eyes."

"Oh fuck off."

"You want me to fuck off, but you know deep down I'm right. When it comes to you, it's never about how good we do things, it's about how much time it takes from our lives, and it's clear you didn't care enough about me or the company to teach me a second time. And don't say we don't care about you. We spent more time with you in the briefing room that day much more than you spent time teaching me how to shoot, and you know it…"

Blitzo sighed.

"...but you know what?"

He looked back at her. "What?"

"You did a good job leading us after the party. We really needed someone to lead, and you did just that."

"Weren't you the one who came up with the idea?"

"And weren't you the one who approved it? Do you even know where we are right now?"

"Yeah, we're in a crusty feet-sardines-skeet smelling tunnel right now."

Loona shook her head. "Nope. We are in Washington D.C. We're in the place where a nation makes their most crucial decisions. Right here. And you know how they make those decisions?"

The boss responded sarcastically. "How? Please, do tell."

"Congress, the people who propose an idea, approve it altogether and send it to the president. Taking your own example and cramming it into this shitshow, what do you think happens?"

"What?"

"He approves of it. He is the one who greenlights the idea. So guess what that makes you?"

"A preside-"

"Yes, a president. You are the president. Guess who gets credit for all those ideas?"

"The preside-"

"President."

"Damn. Do we thank 'Byron' for that piece of information? Heh."

The idea of Blitzo being called a president for his ability made him blush red. He couldn't believe Loona, the hound that he raised for the majority of her life, was complimenting him and comparing him to one of the most important titles in the world right now. But he did not want to get off topic.

"Wait, wait. We still need to talk about Shraps. She told me what happened, but now I want to hear it from you."

The hound sighed. "She wanted me to leave with her. I said no. She asked again, and it seriously pissed me off that she was doing that to me once again. It's fine, though, I know where I messed up. I genuinely believed I can keep working in Imp City and have a relationship with someone who is stationed at the fucking mother of all cities."

Blitzo clicked his tongue. "Huh. Well...what if we just moved the company elsewhere?"

Loona gasped. "Blitz. I-I don't know if I can do that to y-"

"Pssh. I really don't mind. Plus, our place is already trashed and full of semen. Trust me, I checked with Moxxie this morning. If you ever check in to a hotel, bring a blue light with you because holy shit.

She glanced down at her feet while walking. "You would really do that? Just so I can be with her?"

He didn't confirm this. "Well, I did say that there was a lot of shit, even literal shit, like poop, and semen all over the place. But hearing about this kind of makes it inevitable now. Hell, we don't even need an HQ. We just need a small spot to store our weapons and a private spot for the ritual.

That caught Loona by surprise. "Wait...so you're telling me you don't want over a dozen rooms at your convenience anymore? That stupid phase is over with?"

"Yeppers. To be honest with you, I thought it was pretty cliche the moment we purchased the place."

Loona smiled, and so did the boss. They finally found a potential solution to her worries. Solving the issue, however, took them back to the contract that they were tasked with finishing. The 'daughter' of the dynamic decided to tackle it. "So...how long before we find this guy? Baby dick and Millie literally have only a few minutes of walking distance."

He shrugged. "We came here seventeen minutes ago. It'll be a while. For the time being, stay on alert. Baldy could be roaming the tunnel right now, so he could be closer than we'd think."

Loona sighed. "Fuck me. Hey, while we're at it, let's learn a little more about each other. Get those secrets out, you know?"

That kind of put the imp on ease. "Um...alright, but the one asking should be the one to start. That's pretty fair."

She obliged, and they were off to the races. "Okay, you know how a long time ago you punched that one guy in the face because you accused him of pickpocketing your wallet? I was like seven or something."

Blitzo cocked a brow. "Yeaaaah?"

"Well that was me. I snuck into your room one night when you fell asleep on the couch and watched The Italian Job, so I was really into robbing things at the time. You basically got arrested because of me, heh."

"What!? Loona!" The boss screeched in unfathomable anger.

"Oh yeah, and I even watched this one guy you had on one of your tapes. He's that spider guy named after a drug. You know, An—"

"You watched a full on porno...at SEVEN!?"

Loona shrugged. "Well it wasn't the first time."

That only shocked Blitzo even more. He did not realize just how horrible he was at hiding things, but just hearing about these stories made him realize that perhaps he was not the most ideal father figure to the pup. Just a nudge less ideal.

"Jesus Harold Christ. Ok, here I go. You know how I told you that your father was a—-"

She put a hand up. "Woah woah woah woah! Okay, let's put that aside. But please, continue."

"Well, it turns out that he isn't that. He was actually a pizza delivery guy that stumbled onto the hustle by accident."

"Wow. That's pretty damn typical of him. You also told me he perished in a freak accident, is that true?"

He was put on the spot, and that made him feel very uneasy. "Umm...technically yes...if that freak accident just happened to be...suicide in the living world?"

Loona did not even give him a single change on her expression. She just shrugged it off. "Well that's unfortunate of him."

"Damn, you don't even know the guy. How can you hate him that much?"

"I mean, he and my mom pretty much left me for adoption. I really don't have any respect for them whatsoever, you know what I mean?"

Blitzo nodded. "Yeah...except your mom is still alive."

"How can you be so sure?"

"We actually stumbled across each other in a grocery store last year. She was actually a nice person...at first. I don't remember much except for when she slowly drifted off into the deep end and told me that she did not want anything to do with you anytime soon. I guess she blames you for that whole…"

"Post pregnancy body? Yeah, boo fucking hoo. Makeup can trim a couple of pounds. Or she can just work in the BBW section. Big fucking whoop."

Blitzo chuckled, followed by a surprisingly adorable giggle from Loona. She instantly put her paw to her mouth to suppress it, but it was too late. The imp went "Awwww!"

"Oh fuck off. Come on, let's go a few more rounds."

"Right this way, sir. Madam."

One of the officials led the couple into the East Room, where a noticeable bumpy tile laid underneath one of the tables. He lifted it up for them and instructed them to go inside.

"I understand you have everything you need in that duffel bag?"

Millie nodded, gripping the strap that went over her shoulder. The official clapped his hands together. "Oookay. Looks like you two know what you're doing. Just let us know if you need anything.

He turned around and left the room. The couple climbed down into the passage, where multiple lights exposed the length of the tunnel. It was long, but they couldn't distinguish a bald man with an eyepatch.

They began their journey into the unknown, where their target will be trapped on both ends. The only thing stopping them from killing this target was themselves.

As Moxxie and Millie made their way down, the powerhouse shifted her attention to the blank face on the weapons specialist.

"Mox, you alright?"

"Yeah yeah, let's just find this guy, kill him, and get back to our normal lives. Just the two of us."

Damnit. He was being subtle once again. This was no longer tolerable to her.

"Goddamnit, Moxxie—"

He pumped the brakes and threw a fit. "I KNOW, I KNOW! FINE!"

Although Moxxie continued on, Millie was not ready to let go as long as the problem remained unsolved. "Are you really that stubborn? Sweetie, I expect that level of pettiness from Loona, and maybe even Blitz, but you? Aren't you the one that agreed to stay on the same page? What happened to that? Has the page flipped?"

Moxxie ignored her.

"So that's why you've been actin' so damn mad all day. Well you can stay mad, because we came to an agreement, whether you like it or not."

"Hey, Millie."

"What?"

"Remember when I asked you about the package, and you confirmed whatever I asked before I even asked what it was?"

"Yessiree. Finally, we're gettin' to somethin' releva—"

"You understood what I was going to say, right? It was another sawed off shotgun, wasn't it?"

She nodded. "Yep, mhm. The one you were talkin' about the other day."

He wasn't finished, however. "Where did you put it? I assume you put it somewhere in the house."

"Well, I put it on the desk, like you always do."

That's when Moxxie stopped and laughed. The laughter of the imp was starting to scare Millie now. It didn't help that Moxxie went from casual laughing to cackling, along with the additional fact that he was mow cackling like a maniac.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ffffffuuuuuucccccccckkkkk! I did it!"

She was ultimately confused. "Did what?"

"I caught you red-handed."

"W-W-What do you mean?" Millie was now being accused of something, and she didn't like it. "Millie, I told you that there was going to be an order that day, but what I never told you was that I made it up. A few days back, when you wanted me to unplug the phone from the charger and hand it to you because you didn't want to get up, a notification said your delivery was set for two days after. I know you ordered something, which was weird because you never order anything, despite the fact that I set up your account a long time ago. I had to interrogate, so I faked an order for the same day and had you go get it. You never came to me after that, and that's when I knew you were hiding something huge from me."

Millie stood there, frozen by the complete accuracy of his words. She was in fact hiding something from him.

"So, honey, now I want to ask you, and I want you to be perfectly honest. What did you order?

Her legs trembled.

"I uh...just got a few blades I was dyin' to get, and—"

"Nope. Try again."

The response practically fried her brain. He caught her once again. "W-whu...how did you know?"

Moxxie shrugged. "Just tell me, Millie. I am always frank with you. I just want you to be the same."

Millie sighed and sat herself down. "I can't tell you. But I swear, Moxxie, I-I'm not cheating on you or anythi—"

That's when he chuckled. "Heh, no, I know. Look, I already know what you ordered, okay? I made a quick stop to the house before I came back. Just had to pay the bus driver extra for patience."

She gasped. "You did WHAT!? Moxxie, why did you do that!?"

"I don't know, I'm sorry, I was just curious to find out! But look, this is what surprises me the most."

That's when he pulled something out of one of his belt pockets and showed it to her. Millie was flat out embarrassed when she saw it right there and then.

It was a pregnancy test.

Then he pulled out a few more of them. Five pregnancy tests.

Millie wanted to slap herself across the face for being caught in such a trivial manner, but instead, she smirked and nodded at her husband. "Well played, sweetie."

He erupted in a cheer and hugged his wife. They embraced, knowing that they were now on the same page. The truth is, Millie did some thinking after Moxxie was gone, and she found that there is a future where they both can have what they wanted, and it all came from a drunken revelation between Millie and her boss.

Speaking of which, she pulled from the hug because she wasn't exactly finished yet. "We can have our babies...on one condition." Moxxie nodded. "Anything."

"Blitz said we could move operations closer to Pentagram City. That's not even far from the Hills huh?" Moxxie's eyes widened. "Wait...you want us to keep working there?"

Millie gave him a face of disapproval, but shortly after, he put his arm around her. "Very well then. We can keep working with him for a little more—"

"Minimum of five years."

"Yeah sure, minimum of five years. Oh my goodness, Millie. We're really gonna do it. We're really going to have our—"

They heard footsteps.

Instantly, the two faced forward and took their weapons from the open duffel bag. They pushed it aside and got in their respective stances.

It was him. The telekinetic man. There was a major set of differences between last time and today. The man not only had a long black gown that covered a part of the major wound to his chest, but he was left leaning over in absolutely horrible posture with a limp in his walk. He was also ghastly pale and growing a little bit of stubble along with some hair on the top. From where they were, he did not look like the intimidating supervillain that he was once depicted as. He just looked plain sick and tired. Regardless, the man was not going to be spared by the couple.

That's when a paired set of footsteps came from behind him, along with a warm light.

A familiar voice boomed across the tunnel. "Wazzup, bitches!?"

It was Blitzo. Loona was there with him, and she had her uzis out already. She threw the torch to the side and got a proper grip on the right side gun.

The boss cocked his own gun and pointed it at the man.

"Hello, Baldy. Or should I say...Shavey?"

Millie's somewhat unenthusiastic voice could be heard from the other side. "That was a good one, sir!"

The telekinetic man shook his head.

"I've been running this whole time from you four, recuperating from my mortal wounds. I guess you all finally decided to catch up with me now. And before I kill you all for good this time, I just want to remind you, I have a name, but you can now call me Psyguy."

Loona scoffed. "Real fucking original, Shavey!"

Moxxie joined in on the verbal assault. "I don't know about you all, but I'm getting tired of wasting time talking to Shavey! Let's put away the chatter and KICK HIS ASS!"

They all yelled in unison around Psyguy. "YEAH!"

Then they all rushed him.