"Your knuckles are busted but no bones are broken." Six said, looking over Cherri Bomb's still bleeding, bruised up hand.
Him and her were currently in one of Cherri's many hideouts, with this one being a small abandoned warehouse, not far from the bar the two had fought in. All the while the two traveled, both he and Cherri had mostly ignored each other, with only Angel trying to start a conversation. It failed… numerous times. Six had debated on using a Stimpak, but he soon figured he could heal himself up with only a few supplies in his doctor's bag.
"Consider yourself lucky, considering you just punched reinforced metal." He continued.
"What the fuck is wrong with you anyways?" Growled the one eyed demon. "Like are you a cyborg or some shit?"
"I wouldn't say anything's wrong with me... Is that not common around here?" Six asked. "I mean, I figured the first thing Hell would do would develop badass technology and create an army of cyber-demons."
Cherri just looked at him like he had a screw loose.
"Oh don't you deny that wouldn't be badass." He responded, before pouring some peroxide onto Cherri's hand, making her hiss before he waited a moment and then cleaned it out with a cloth. He soon wrapped her hand in a bandage, before handing her a needle.
"Uh, look man, I might be into some wild shit, but I'm not going to shoot up. At least not with someone else's needle." She replied, making him sigh.
"I boiled it in alcohol and salt water at least ten times. I'm not going to use it if it's dirty, and besides, this isn't a drug… Well, it's not a non-medicinal drug. It's a Stimpak." He said, handing the Stimpak to her, before quickly moving on to his own wounds, continuing to explain as he did. "Helps your cells work quicker and regenerate more effectively than normal. Inject it. It'll fix up your busted teeth and patch up your hand."
"And why aren't you using one?" She asked, obviously suspicious.
"Because my body works differently from yours." He explained. "Its natural ability to heal has been increased, and now I can regenerate from most minor injuries. Think of me like a lizard, though I haven't tested to see if limbs grow back, and I sure as hell don't intend to."
Six growled as he finished dressing the wound on his arm. He doused it with alcohol and peroxide before thoroughly drying it with a clean rag. He flexed his muscles to make sure said bandage was secure, and nodded as it held up. He then turned to Cherri Bomb, who was still looking over the needle he'd given her. He sighed in annoyance as he watched.
"I've only got a dozen of those things left so use it or lose it." He said with a growl. She herself growled before she responded by injecting it into her wrist. He nodded as the medicine flowed through her. Cherri gave one more hiss, before mellowing out.
"Woah... it supposed to mellow you out?" She asked, a faint, soothing numbness covering her wrist as the liquid flowed through her body, making her cells repair any damage they'd found through her body.
"Acts as a bit of a painkiller, though that won't last long." He said. "Give it about half an hour and most of the damage done should be either gone or negligible."
"You two done playing doctor?" Asked Angel, walking into the two's view, with the spider having to fumble around boxes stacked several feet high as he did. "I'm tired of looking at old, dusty boxes. Speaking of which, why the hell did you pick this place as a hideout, Cherri?"
"What? Every good criminal needs a hideout in an abandoned warehouse!" She said, defended herself.
"Well, hideout or not, I need to know what the job you have for me is." Said the Courier, getting to business. "Assuming you're still willing to let me take it."
She looked him over, before nodding. "Well, you can certainly handle yourself in a fight. You packing any heat?" She asked.
"A fair bit, yes." He answered.
"Show me." She said, making him sigh.
"Alright, but this might take a minute." He said, before going off and grabbing an empty crate. Cherri Bomb raised her eyebrow in confusion as he opened his duster.
"Left my bigger guns at the hotel, so I can fight quicker." He explained, before he began to pull his weapons out of their various holsters. He unloaded each of them as he went. Cherri and Angel watched on as he took out his equipment and neatly sat them onto the box, using it as a table.
By the end of it, three 9mm pistols sat neatly on the box, along with a 10mm submachine gun. It had a massive silencer molded into the weapon's barrel. Sleepytyme is what the Gun Runners called the modified weapon, and the Courier had to agree, given nothing he'd face stood up to the portable gun's nigh silent firepower. He then sat out Greased Lighting and Blood-Nap. Beside them he placed his Ranger Sequoia. After that he pulled out half a dozen frag grenades. He decided to keep Maria and the last few weapons he had on him a secret, as they seemed to be rather distasteful for the citizens of Hell.
"And that's it." He said with a smile.
"You're loaded up pretty well." She said. "But you're not carrying anything heavy."
"I kind of hoped for you to take care of that." He admitted. "But again, what's the job?"
"It's simple. There's this small time asshole making moves in my turf." Cherri explained. "He calls himself Mike Hawk."
"Seriously?" The Courier asked, repeating the name in his head.
"Hey, he's the dumbass that named himself that when he got here." She said with a growl.
"So, what, just do some simple espionage, maybe an assassination?" Six asked.
"Simple isn't the word I'd use. He's got at least a dozen guards on him at all times." She said.
"Maybe bring a Tommy gun?" Recommended Angel, getting a shake of the head from Cherri.
"Guards give thorough searches. We've gotta get a weapon from inside the building." She explained.
"Then use a sniper rifle." Six said.
"Can't. He makes sure to have every nearby building on lockdown when he goes somewhere with vantage points. They're going to be filled with assholes crawling everywhere." She said. "And the second you take out one of then, every single guard will know, and our job gets a hell of a lot harder."
"I'd say explosives, but that would be too much collateral." Six mused in thought.
"I don't feel like blowing up half the block considering it's all in my turf." Agreed Cherri. "I've got smoke bombs on hand though."
"So then we just go in there, drop a few, kill the bastard, and get out." Angel said simply.
"Wait, before we go any further, why do you exactly want this guy dead?" Six asked. "Aside from the fact he's on your property?"
"He was an asshole when he was alive, always a con man more focused on himself over others." She explained.
"Still though, to permanently erase him from existence?" Six said.
"The dude was a cannibal." She explained.
He instantly picked up one of his pistols and loaded it, before turning to Cherri.
"When do we begin?" He asked simply, with Angel Dust nodding in agreement.
"He's gonna have a meeting in a fancy hotel a few blocks away in about two days from now. I've already got an interior plan of the place, and it's going to be one of those really fancy champagne filled parties though, so you might want to wear something a bit more formal than that armor." She said.
"And what about you two?" He asked, adjusting his duster in slight discomfort at the thought. "I'm sure he knows you're not really happy with him, and he'd probably see a cyclops and a feminine spider coming from a mile away."
"There's actually more spiders here than you'd think." Commented Angel.
"We're going to be going through the air-ducts." She explained, ignoring the spider's protests. "That's the one place I know they won't look. You'll be our eyes on the ground though. You get close, and the second he's dead, we bust out, take out any straggling guards, and all escape."
"Alright." He said as he jotted down some notes in his Pip-Boy "Before we get any deeper into this, let's talk pay."
Cherri sighed. "Of course... You'll get about thirty grand from this. That's all the extra cash I've got."
"Alright! A shit ton of drug money!" Exclaimed the spider with a grin.
"Cash is fine and all, but I'm looking for something more… offensive." Said the Courier.
"I can hook you up with some heavy weapons once this thing is all over." Said Cherri. "I've got a friend on the other side of the city that'll have everything you're looking for."
"Alright." Six grunted with a nod."But if we're doing something like this, we should have a fourth. Maybe even a fifth or sixth. Having more than one set of eyes on the ground would be pivotal."
"Well at the moment you two are the only group I have on hand." She said. "Unless either of you have got someone else to offer, we're only at three."
Both the Courier and Angel then pondered who else they could bring in, before light bulbs lit up above their heads.
"So, in summary, we go in, we find Mike Hawk, and once Six takes care of Hawk, we all rush to the getaway vehicle. After about a day, everyone will stop giving a shit that asshole died and you all go on with your lives." Cherri explained, pointing to a large map of the hotel that the meeting was to be held in. She took a deep breath, as if she'd been at this for hours. "Any questions?"
She looked at the group gathered around her. Six was sitting on a tiny stool that was too small for him, causing his knees to practically press into his chest. Angel was sitting on an old, half rotting couch, playing with a small bag of cocaine while Niffty frantically attempted to clean the nigh destroyed piece of furniture as well as the dozens of dust covered boxes nearby. Husk himself just stood over a crate which he was playing solitaire on. The winged demon didn't even look up from his game for the entire plan. Vaggie herself was the only one who showed any interest.
"Yeah, how much is the pay? To get Hazbin in better shape, we're going to need at least a few thousand." She explained, before Cherri sighed.
"I meant questions about the assasi-... Ugh! Why do I even fucking bother?" The one eyed demon growled. "We might as well cancel this shit now..."
"Alright… Mind if I explain the plan, Cherri?" Asked the Courier, getting up from his small seat. He pulled out a small pen from his pocket as he did. "I'll make a few changes if you don't mind."
"Fuck it… No one gives a shit anyways..." She sighed, stepping down as the Courier pulled out a small 9mm pistol.
"Everyone listen the fuck up!" He shouted as he let loose a burst of three bullets into the warehouse's ceiling. His deep voice came out as a growl that actually seemed louder than the gunshots. It was strange, to hear the relatively calm man unleash a roar of absolute fury. It seemed he'd used his Terrifying Presence to his advantage before. Instantly, Angel dropped his bag of drugs, while Niffty stopped mid sprint, a feather duster still in hand. Even Husk looked up from his game, raising an eyebrow as he did.
"Here's the plan." He said, before circling one of the outer air vents, which led into the ventilation system. "Angel and Cherri will enter into the hotel from the ventilation system, and be an extra set of eyes. However, you guys aren't going to just bust in at the end."
He said, before pulling out a 9mm pistol. He then put a silencer on it, and tossed the weapon at Cherri, who easily caught it. He then tossed her a trio of magazines.
"You take out as many guards as you can as quietly as possible." He explained. "I know they might have check ups every half an hour, and shift changes, but so long as you take one out between those changes, we'll have a few less guards to worry about."
"Wait, we're supposed to both use one gun at the same time?" Angel asked.
"You're the supplier, Angel. You carry as many storm drums as you can." Six said.
"Wait, 'storm drum?' What the hell is that?" He asked.
"Your Tommy guns." Six said, giving a growl. "Look, just keep your eyes on me. Once Mike is down, I'm willing to bet his security is going to be going all in on me, so I'll need something big to defend myself."
"You're taking on the entire building alone?" Vaggie said.
"No, I'll have covering fire from the vents as I get to the exit." He said.
"Wait, so we don't get to blast our way into the middle of the action?" Angel asked.
"No, you two need to get to the getaway vehicle back through the way you came. I can handle myself." He said. "Besides, I need you outside, taking down any exterior security. You said that asshole has a lot of guards up and down the block, so you two need to bring them down."
Both Angel and Cherri nodded as Six continued.
"Niffty, Husk, you two are with me. We'll enter the party dressed as guests, so bring the best clothing you've got. Niffty, I want you to try to cause as much of a distraction as possible. Get as many eyes on you as you can. I know this is Hell, but surely some people will be distracted by cuteness."
"You think I'm cute!?" She squeaked with glee.
"Yeah." He said casually, before quickly moving on, waving off her glee. "Husk, you got any flasks on you?"
"What do you think?" Growled the demon, obviously annoyed.
"Alright, better question, you got a flask on you you're willing to lose?" Six asked, making the demon raise his eyebrow.
Six then pulled out a clay vial that had a red pattern encircling it on the more robust bottom half of it. He made sure the cork was secure before he shook the vial, with it making a wet splashing sound that signaled there was a type of liquid in it.
"This is an extremely powerful neurotoxin made from the poison glands of both Radscorpions and Cazadores. Some of the most deadly creatures in the Wasteland." He explained with a smile. "I call it Tremble."
"So, we're poisoning Hawk?" Asked the winged demon.
"Not just him, Husk. Carry this in your flask. I know these demons won't give enough of a shit to take away another man's brew, so you can slip this by. Once you're in, when everyone's backs are turned, pour this into their drinks. Cherri said that there's supposed to be a win free use champagne table here..."
Six then circled a corner on the map. It was relatively out of the way of everything else.
"Apparently after his speech, Hawk and his guests are going to sample the "Best Champagne in Hell" so you give them an extra surprise with Tremble here." Six said.
"Woah, woah. We're going to kill everyone?" Vaggie asked.
"Nope. A dose this big might be able to almost kill a man, but if we disperse it throughout every drink in that place, at best it'll down everyone with the jitters for maybe half an hour. That'll be enough time to take one of the Exterminator class weapons from the guards and end Mike Hawk for good." Six said as Angel snorted at the name.
"And me?" Vaggie asked.
"You're the lookout and getaway driver." Six said. "Just keep the van ready and make sure no one makes any unexpected moves."
"Wait, so I just sit in a van alone for an hour?" She asked, sounding annoyed.
"Well, yeah. Every good plan needs to have a getaway driver. I mean, that's what I saw in all of those old holotapes." He shrugged.
"Ugh… fine." Vaggie sighed.
"Alright. Any objections? Concerns? Complaints?" Asked Six, looking around the room.
"You still haven't told us the money we're getting from this." Husk pointed out with a growl.
Six sighed and answered. "Thirty thousand, split between us, and not counting Cherri…" He figured the math in his head before turning and writing it down on the map.
"I'm only taking three grand, so everyone's cut should be around five or four thousand." He answered, writing it down. "Now I don't know exactly how much everything is here, but I'd say that's at least enough to get you all as much beer, drugs and-"
"And new, cleaner furniture!" Niffty interrupted, her eye focused on the nigh destroyed couch.
"And new furniture- Look, whatever, point is we'll all walk out of this with a fair amount split between us." He explained.
"But what about you, are you just going to go in looking like you're from a shitty World War documentary?" Husk asked.
"It is not shit. This armor is top of the line riot gear!" Six defended, with Husk rolling his eyes. The Courier sighed and continued. "I'm going to go find something more fitting. You all brainstorm over the plan."
"You're not going to get a disguise without my money." Cherri said.
"And there's no way in hell I'm missing dress-up!" Angel continued.
"Fine. Maybe you two can help me get a sense of this place's bizarre fashion." Six nodded, as the three soon left, though Cherri bomb hung back, holding the door open for herself as she did.
"We meet back here tomorrow, around noon should work." She informed, before quickly leaving.
Niffty, Vaggie, and Husk sat alone for a moment before the small, one eyed demon spoke.
"So, do any of you think this'll work?" She asked.
"There's no way in Hell this works." Husk said casually.
Vaggie sighed in response.
"For Charlie's sake, I hope it does..." She said under her breath.