Loona, at Blitz's request, got up from her desk and walk towards his office. As she enter the office, Loona kept wondering what does Blitz want to talk about.
Why does Blitz want to see me at this time? Does he want to talk about my recent sick days? Or am I finally getting fired from this shitty job? Or did that fucking fatty file a harassment complaint to Demon Services against me? Who the fuck knows.
Loona took a seat in front of Blitz's desk. Blitz's hellphone was lying open on the desk, the phone call being on speaker.
As Blitz took his seat at the desk, Loona, feeling agitated and not wanting to wait to hear what Blitz have to say, spoke up, saying: "Look, if you are gonna —"
"Now, now, Loonie," Blitz said in a calm and timid tone, holding his index finger up at Loona to have her be quiet. Then he continued: "Before you go and violently attack me as you did when I try to give you a talk about being the P-P, which I really, like REALLY, don't take it personally since you're my daughter and sometimes we don't like criticism, this isn't about the recent sick days that you took, or that you're getting fired, or that Moxxie, whom about I do agree with you on that he should put the salad in his body now and then, file a complaint against you to Demon Services. Rather, it's something different. I am gonna let our client talk to you."
Loona lean forward towards Blitz's hellphone and a feminine voice began to speak.
"Hello, Loona. How are you?" the feminine voice sounded like a mid-20-year-old woman asked.
"U-uh, I am pretty good. Thanks for ... being creepy?" Loona was a bit creeped out.
"Oh? Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Helena. I am a real estate agent working in the City of Mephistoburg, located in Hell. Although I have moved to Hell 2 years ago, I still have my family back on Earth. Anyway, recently, my family heard of a rumor that an undesirable person was visiting Flagstaff, which is approximately 184 miles away from their home. From the tip that they receive from someone through our familiar face Steve, he or she has been secretly stalking them."
Loona was indifferent to what was said, so Loona apathetically replied: "I don't see how that's MY problem. But Blitz and MM can deal with that fucker for you. So why are telling me this?"
At that Helena graciously answered: "Because I want to YOU, to use your words, to deal with that fucker for me."
Loona laughed apathetically and continued: "Seriously, bitch? Do you really expect Blitz to let me go to Flagstaff and do the assassin work? You don't know Blitz when it comes to me. He's so protective of me that he doesn't let me go out on the missions often, so I highly doubt that he wou — "
"Uh, Loona." Blitz interrupted.
"What?" Loona asked, pissed off about being interrupted.
"About that..." Blitz paused, rubbing his hands together. Then he spoke again: "Me and Helena have already talked about your in-involvement and ... And I consented to sending you there."
Loona's face turn to a hot red angry face, angry that she wasn't consulted about that one. Blitz, seeing Loona's reaction, told Helena: "I am just gonna mute you for a little while, but don't go anywhere. I will get to you as soon as possible. OK? OK." Blitz then mute the hellphone.
"What. The. FUCK. Blitz?!?!" Loona barked at him. He's now standing behind his chair.
"Now, now, Loona," Blitz said now nervous and terrified. "Before you rip me apart, hear me out. Just hear me out! Ok?!?! I know that, normally, I have you stay on your desk while I and MM go on missions but she specifically requests me that —"
"WHY THE FUCK ME?!?!" Loona angrily slams her fists on Blitz's desk. "WHY DIDN'T SHE ASK YOU AND MM TO DO IT? WHY WOULD YOU CONSENT TO THAT?"
Blitz, taking a deep breath, move his chair out of his way and replied to Loona:
"Let me explain and I will try to give you answers. The reason why she chose you over us is because of your human disguise. I mean, it did work back during the Spring Break when we were competing with that horn over the parking spot. She wants you to blend in and spy on the stalker. Why? Because, according to them, there's a possibility that the stalker is a D.H.O.R.K.S. agent or an angel. Not sure how they arrive at that conclusion, but they have a gut feeling about it. So, anyway, if you were to go and assassinate the stalker, and that stalker turns out to be a D.H.O.R.K.S. agent, then shit would hit the fan. Now, as for the consent part, at first, I refuse because I don't want you to get hurt, and, plus, this would require you to be away for a month. After discussing that, we made a deal: if either more than a month has passed in your mission or the assassination attempt is not needed, then she will pay double and give us a week worth of free bed and breakfast. Also in that deal, in exchange for you going there, her family, when you are not spying and committing assassination if it's necessary, will have you assist them in working on the farm and all that shit that I don't completely understand. This, she said and these are not my words, will improve your *cough* *cough* work ethics, which, in her perspective, will improve the company. So, after making the deal, I consented."
Loona, at this point, has calmed down but is still unconvinced about doing the work. Blitz, sensing Loona's apathy about that idea, continued: "Ok, Loona, How about this? If you go and do the work, I will give an 80% of the profit to you. In cash. And you will get to have a break from work for two months after completing the work. WITH pay leave. How does that sound, Loona?"
Loona thought about this. On one hand, I don't want to go and do the work that Blitz, fatty, and his bitchy wife Millie should do. However, on the other hand, 80% of the profit sounds enticing. I could use the money to go and buy more clothes from Stylish Occult, throw Hellhound Parties to repay my hosts of Hellhound Parties, or buy an apartment for myself. And, I get two months paid leave? Ok, I have made my decision.
Finally, Loona replied to Blitz: "Ok, it's a deal."
At that, Blitz's eyes became teary and he told Loona: "Oh, my Loonie. You are growing up. I am so proud of you. I am gonna miss you for a month."
Blitz finally unmutes the hellphone to inform Helena: "H-H-H-Hel-Helena, me and Loonie Toonie have discussed and s-s-she agreed."
"Oh, that is wondrous! Thank you so much, Loona." Helena exclaimed joyfully.
"Meh. Whatever." Loona replied apathetically.
"Ok, so, preferably as soon as possible, I want you to go to Denver from Hell, enter a bus that goes New Mexico, go to Farmington, and wait for my father there. Understood."
"Yes," Loona replied.
"Excellent! Have fun, Loona." the phone then ended.
The next day in the early morning
"Got everything ready, Loonie." Blitz asked with a smile and teary eyes.
"Uh, yes, Blitz!" Loona replied annoyed.
Loona is now in her human disguise, holding a large dark red baggage and a blue backpack.
Blitz, using Storlas' grimoire, opens a portal to Denver. Blitz then turns to Loona, feeling proud yet sad.
"I am so going to miss you so much, Loonie Toonie." Loona rolled her eyes at Blitz's words.
Blitz then tries to hug Loona, but she pushes him away.
Loona then walk through the portal and as the portal closes, Blitz said to Loona: "Be safe, Loonie!"
Now, she's in Denver. She looks around and found a bus station, with one of the buses going to Farmington, New Mexico. After purchasing the bus ticket, she aboard the bus and begun her journey.