Blitzo woke up early in the morning and for the first time in a long time, he felt good. He was able to think straight and felt genuinely happy to go to work. "It's amazing what having people who love you can do." he mused to himself. He started his strict regimen of yoga and military exercises, followed by a healthy breakfast. By the time he was done, it was time for his adopted daughter Loona to wake up. "Loony, honey. Time to wake up, I am not gonna let you be late for school." Loona gave the typical sixteen-year-old greeting of an exasperated groan that Blitzo thought sounded remarkably like a wolf's growl, but she eventually did get out of bed. "Holy fuck, Blitzo, how do you stand waking up this early?" Blitzo would have preferred being called dad, but he could understand it would take some time. He's just glad he got to adopt her when he did; the foster care system is a cruel joke and the place he found her in was like something out of the 19th century. Who knows how she would have turned out if he had hesitated.
Shaking off that horrifying thought, he quickly made breakfast for her as well, albeit a bit less healthy than he would have preferred. He soon looked at the clock and saw that he was going to be late. "Sorry honey, you need to get to school without me today." "I get to school every day without you, dad, I take the bus." Too late Loona realized she let 'dad' slip and couldn't think of anything but to awkwardly walk out the door. Blitzo took a moment to wipe the tears of joy from his eyes and started the drive to work, which was thankfully relatively close, but he had a lot of equipment to haul. Finally, he arrived at the company he worked so hard to build up, P.M.I. the acronym for PreMilitary Interventions. Blitzo realized he had to stretch the acronym a little, but who really cared?
When he arrived, he found that his two favoare and only employees were just settling in, there was Moxxie, the long range weapons expert and the most level headed person at P.M.I, and his wife Millie, the close quarters expert. Blitzo loves the alliteration of both of their names and frequently just calls them M&M, to Millie's delight and Moxxie's quiet resignation to another of Blitzo's eccentricities. Now that everyone was present, it was time to get down to the business and targets of the day.
P.M.I was created to exploit a gap in the private security business that overlapped with bounty hunting: taking in alive targets that where a high security risk, but for extenuating reasons the powers that be preferred to not deal with directly, or can't bring in without causing a scandal that would be more trouble than it's worth. Case in point was today's target, which caught even Blitzo by surprise; Verosika Mayday. "What the hell is she doing on the target list?!" Blitzo demanded. "Look, sir, I know your relationship with her ended badly, but this is a very real case and she is a real danger to everyone around her." "How the hell can that bitch be a danger to herself and others? She can barely be sober enough to lip sync." To say that Blitzo resented his ex-girlfriend would be an understatement; he blames her for his long history of drinking problems, and there's some truth to that. But where Blitzo managed to overcome his addictions after a lot of therapy and support. Verosika opted to follow the advice of a new-age quack that not only did nothing to help with her addictions, but made her babble about all sorts of crazy bullshit. So far this looked to Blitzo like the fate of many celebrities, and had little to do with his life now.
"If you would let me explain, sir. There has been a lot of evidence suggesting that Verosika has grown increasingly cult-like and apocalyptic in her views." "Wait, really? Mayday of all people is trying her hands at going full Jonestown?" "More like Aum Shinrikyo, sir. She has been traced to the purchase of large amounts of precursor chemicals for sarin gas" "What the fuck?! This should be handled by the FBI, not us." "Trust me, sir, I completely agree with you on this. But she also has a lot of incriminating videos of her and her followers with a lot of politicians and a few cardinals of the catholic church." Blitzo rubbed the bridge of his nose after hearing the mess his company found itself in. His company was good at their job, but this had the potential to kill hundreds, maybe thousands, if they got this wrong. Still, he saw how much money they could make if they pulled this off. "Ok everyone, this is a no bullshit assignment. But I know the both of you can take anything this crazy bitch can throw our way. Now let's plan this out and take her down before she does something stupid."