It opens on Lincoln parking his car outfit I.M.P., then turning his car off and stepping out. The moment he does, an Imp tries stealing the hubcaps off Lincoln's car, but demonic magic shocks the Imp and turns him to a pile of ash. Believe it or not… that spell was a "gift" from Alastor.
Lincoln: Huh… Alastor wasn't lying for once.
With that, he walks into the building. After exiting the elevator, he enters I.M.P.'s office. Loona is at her desk, texting away.
Lincoln: Hey, lazyass. *Loona flips him off* Where's everyone else?
Loona: *not even looking, she points over her shoulder* Meeting room, jackass.
Lincoln flips her off in response, before the two smirk at each other and chuckle. They may bicker and disagree, but like Loona said after Lincoln's fight with Death, they're still like family. Lincoln then walks into the meeting room, and much to his surprise, he finds not only Blitzo and his parents, but also Ronnie Anne Santiago and the Edain twins, Lana and Lola.
Blitzo: About fuckin' time, Lincoln! *slings an arm around Lincoln's shoulder and gestures to Ronnie Anne and the twins* Say hello to I.M.P.'s newest employees!
Lincoln, eyes wide with surprise, turns to the three girls.
Lana: *smiles* We decided to take up your offer, Linc.
Ronnie Anne: *smirking* We wanna join I.M.P. now.
Lincoln: … Well holy shit, welcome aboard, I guess.
Blitzo: *pushes Lincoln* Now hold the fuck on. They may be part of I.M.P., but they still have to prove they deserve to work here. Just like how Moxxie did.
Moxxie: So when we get a new client, the mission will fall to them?
Blitzo: Pretty much. For now, just give them a tour, Lincoln. *leaves the room*
Lincoln: Alright, dumbass.
Lola: … He always like this?
Lincoln, Moxxie and Millie: Always./Yes./You get used to it.
Loona: *calls out* That's the kind of jackass he is.
Lincoln: Well, let's just give you guys the tour.
Lincoln leads the new recruits through the office, showing them the different areas. Fade to the parking lot, where the van is located.
Lincoln: *leads Ronnie Anne and the twins into the parking lot, stopping just before the company van* And this is where we keep the ol' company van.
Ronnie Anne: *glances around at the full parking lot* In a cramped parking lot?
Lincoln: *sighs* Well, I.M.P. isn't the only company in this building, so each ride only gets ONE fucking parking space. *scratches his head* I'm still making blueprints for our ride to get its own garage.
Lana: If you want, I can take a look at them. Maybe get them up to speed.
Lincoln: *smiles* Thanks, but maybe later, Lana.
Lola: *crosses her arms* As long as it has comfy seating.
Lincoln: Seats are fine. *starts to turn around* It's the, uh, semen on the floor you should worry about.
Lola: *completely aghast and disgusted* Wait, WHAT?! *Lana notices something in the van and walks off-screen*
Ronnie Anne: *frowning* Gross.
Lincoln: *rolls his eyes* Yeah, Blitzo can have some really fucked up momen-
Lana: *off-screen, cutting Lincoln off* Hey, Lincoln? I think you left a blueprint in here.
Lincoln: *eyes widen* Wait, what?! *rushes to her* For the love of Satan, it better not be ruined!
Cut to Lana reading the blueprint she pulled out. She looks really awed as Lincoln skids to a stop. Seeing the still mint-condition plan in her hands he sighs in relief.
Lana: Wow...
Cutting over her shoulder, the blueprint she was reading looked like a detailed version of the I.M.P., a way for it to transform into a road ragin' battle machine.
Lana: Lincoln, you made this blueprint from scratch?! Unholy fuck, this is awesome!
Lola: *peeks on-screen* It's not covered in... that, is it?
Lana: Chill out, Lola. It's clean.
Ronnie Anne and Lola approach and take a look at the blueprints for themselves.
Ronnie Anne: *lets out an impressed whistle* Now that's a sweet ride.
Lola: If only you could buy that for a damn dollar.
Lincoln: *walks up from behind them* Oh, this one? Heh, this was just some wishful thinking I've done in my spare time. Just in case I.M.P. needed to take badassery to the next level.
Lana: I don't know, Lincoln. This definitely looks like something we could fix up in a day or two.
Ronnie Anne: Oh, absolutely!
Lincoln: You guys sure? I mean, Blitzo had a fucking field day the last time he saw these plans, but none of us had the brains and expertise to crack this.
Ronnie Anne: Is that mostly because Blitzo has moments of being an idiot?
Lincoln: ... More like an absolute dumbass, but yeah.
Lana: *starting to get giddy* Well, you do now! *draws out a wrench* I've been wanting to work on something this exciting for a damn long time!
Lincoln: *remembers something* Oh yeah, that's right! I forgot you fixed up my grandpa's truck!
Lola: *rolls her eyes with a playful smirk* That's one of Lana's specialties. Fixing up vehicles.
Lana: So whatta ya say? *hands Lincoln the blueprint* Wanna give it a shot?
Lincoln takes another look at his designs for a while.
Lincoln: I say… *lowers it as his mouth twists into a wide grin* Let's fucking do it!
Lana grins as she and Lincoln fist bump, before it begins a montage of the four of them fixing up the van (Ronnie Anne because she wanted to help, and Lola because Lana dragged her into it).
Day 1: Sparks fly and loud machinery noises happen behind a concealed area of I.M.P. as Loona walks on-screen while texting on her phone. The repair process gets her attention for a minute, but she simply goes back to what she was doing as she walks off-screen.
Day 2: Lana and Lincoln rip the disgusting floors out of the van and chuck it into the dumpster. Lola slams the dumpster shut, but the smell makes her gag as she holds herself back from throwing up. Ronnie Anne then helps them replace the floors with much cleaner floors. After that, they take out the seats and replace them with newer, cleaner, less torn ones.
Multi-screen: Lana installs a new engine, Lola gives the van a new coat of paint, as well as adding a better I.M.P. logos on the sides and back, Ronnie Anne fits on new doors, and Lincoln proceeds to fit on weapons and high-tech functions.
Day 3: Lana is hot wiring the engine to connect to the weapons, then installs a control panel to turn on the weapons when needed. She tests it out, causing miniguns to come out of the front sides, spikes to come out of the bumper, and a cannon to come out of the top of the van. Lana then presses the button again, retracting all the weapons. She grins and gives a thumbs up to the others. The last thing Lincoln adds is a big red button on the control panel.
Lana: That's a big one, Lincoln. What's it do?
Lincoln: *grins* It's a surprise.
Finally, the others stand before their finished creation, all looking satisfied.
Lana: *twirls her wrench* Good… *slings her wrench over her shoulder*
Cut to a shot behind them as it shows the new van. It was much sleeker, nicer, cleaner, and as Blitzo would put it... "so fucking badass".
Lola: *wipes her sweat* Phew... that's enough for me...
Lincoln: *grinning* Guess this wasn't wishful thinking after all. *glances at everyone* Thanks, guys.
Ronnie Anne: *crosses her arms and smirks* Hey, you made the badass plans. We really enjoyed putting it together!
Lola: *huffs tiredly* Speak for yourself… *drinks a glass of water as Lincoln's phone goes off*
Lincoln: Hold on, guys. takes out his phone* Hello?
Blitzo: *over the phone* Hey, Linc! Get your and the newbies' asses up here! We just got a new client!
Lincoln: Alright, chill out, jackass. *hangs up and looks at three* We gotta go. Time for your first mission.
Ronnie Anne, Lana and Lola: *hear this and grin* Oh, fuck yeah!/Yes!/Let's go!
The four start to run to the building.
Lana: *as she runs off-screen last* I hope we get to try out our ride for this!
Cut to inside I.M.P.'s office, where the group is met with their client: a lanky male demon black and red patterned skin, with horns under a black visor with two cards sticking out, a gray tuxedo decorated with card shapes, and a tail made from poker chips. This is Anwir, a man who died in a casino.
Blitzo: Alright, Anwir. What asshole are we killin' for ya?
Anwir: The CEO of the Cheesy Sleazy Casino, Juboro Squeri Mittal. The fucker cheated me out of an important business deal that was meant for me. All because the other person applying for the deal, who is inexperienced as fuck, happens to be a woman that he has a hard on for! And when I complained, he had me killed!
Blitzo: Well, consider that fucker already dead! *shakes his hand* We'll get that fucker and pay him back for killing you!
Lana: *grinning as she punches her palm* Oh, I'm fuckin' hyped for this!
Moxxie: Hold on. *to Anwir* Just how dangerous is this casino?
Anwir: Honestly, that place borders on being a mafia. The staff there are armed to the teeth, and even some of the patrons are vicious. You guys may have your work cut out for ya.
Millie: *scoffs* We faced down an organization of "demon hunters". We can handle a discount mafia.
Blitzo: Matter of fact… *smirks and looks at Lincoln* Lincoln, you and the newbies are gonna handle this one.
Lincoln: Why am I not surprised?
Blitzo: Because you're not complaining either.
Lincoln: *shrugs* Fair enough. *looks at Ronnie Anne and the twins* Let's get ready to kill.
Ronnie Anne: *grins* Oh yeah!
Lana and Lola: *grins* Alright!
Anwir: Oh, one more thing. You may wanna dress nicer than… this. *gestures to their outfits* Casual clothes like this aren't accepted in the casino.
Lana: … You mean I gotta wear a fucking dress?! *groans in anger as she storms out*
Lola: *follows her* Oh, suck it up, you big baby. It's just for one mission.
Ronnie Anne: *shakes her head* As much as I hate the idea of wearing a dress… I'll tolerate it just for this. *walks out*
Millie: *grabs Lincoln arm* You think you may need help, Linc?
Lincoln: *smiles* I'll be fine, Mom. *points at himself with his thumb* Takes a lot to keep this Hellhound down.
Millie smiles proudly, as Moxxie smiles too.
Moxxie: Then go kick some ass, Lincoln.
Lincoln nods, then walks out of the room to change.
Cut to a later time at I.M.P.. Inside, Lincoln, in his human form, was looking in a mirror as he was fitting on a red necktie. He was dressed in an orange tuxedo with a white dress shirt underneath, orange slacks, and black dress shoes.
Lincoln: *slaps on an orange fedora with a red rose pinned to it, smirking at his outfit* Lookin' good.
Lana: *off-screen, annoyed* These heels are fucking annoying already!
Lincoln looks over and sees Lana and Lola walking in. They were both in their human forms: fair skin and blonde hair, with different eye colors. They both wore dresses and heels, but in their respective colors (murky green and pink). Lola also had a fur scarf around her neck, and was walking much easier than Lana, who was struggling to stay upright.
Lola: *sighs in frustration* Ugh, Lana, get a damn grip, will you? Like I said, it's just for one-
Lola didn't even finish as fabric tearing was heard and flown right into her face. Lana, who was growling lowly, had just torn her casino outfit to shreds, clearly uncomfortable with what she had to wear. Thankfully, her regular outfit was somehow underneath (don't question it).
Lola: ...night. *facepalms in irritation*
Lincoln: *rolls his eyes* Lucky for you, I anticipated this coming. *pulls out a hanger, which has a white button-up dress shirt under a blue dress vest, black pants, and black dress shoes* Here, Lana. You can wear this instead.
Lana: *relieved, takes the outfit* You're a fucking lifesaver, Linc. *runs out of the room to change again*
Lincoln: *looks at Lola* You're her twin, Lola, so you should've seen this coming.
Lola: *sighs* I did, but I thought it'd last longer than this.
Lincoln: *raises an eyebrow* Longer? Pfft, c'mon, Lola. I may have only known you two for a few weeks, but even I know getting Lana into a dress for a while is impossible. *Lola gives him the stink eye*
Ronnie Anne: *off-screen* I take it that's why there's fabric on the floor?
Lincoln and Lola look and see Ronnie Anne walking in. Her human form has tan skin, black hair that she's now let loose from her ponytail, and purple eyes. She's wearing a purple off-the-shoulder dress with matching heels.
Lola: *sighs* Pretty much.
Lincoln: *lets out an impressed whistle* Your outfit looks really beautiful, Ronnie!
Ronnie Anne, not expecting a comment like that at all, looked startled as her cheeks turned red.
Ronnie Anne: *a little embarrassed* Whoa. Uh... thanks.
Lana then walks in, dressed in the outfit Lincoln gave her and looking MUCH more comfortable in the outfit.
Lana: Much better!
Lola: *rolls her eyes, bitterly under her breath* Tch.
Lincoln: You look great, Lana!
Ronnie Anne: For sure.
Lana: *chuckles* Thanks, guys.
Blitzo: *off-screen* Everyone's asses ready?
They look and see Blitzo holding the Grimoire.
Lincoln: Yeah, we're ready, Blitzo.
Ronnie Anne: Absolutely.
Lana and Lola: *grin* Fuck yeah!
Blitzo: Then let's see how the newbies do. *holds out the van's car keys* Here, take the van. You'll need it for a speedy escape when the job's done.
Lincoln takes the keys as he and the three girls' eyes widen. They look at each other, before grinning like idiots.
Blitzo: *notices the grins, a bit uneasy* ... What's with the fuckin' grins?
Lincoln: *looks back at Blitzo, still grinning* Remember those blueprints I showed you? For upgrading the van?
Blitzo: Yeah, what about them? *Lincoln's grin widens, and Blitzo's eyes widen* ... No the fuck you didn't.
Lincoln: *snickers* Fuck yeah we did!
Cut to a key slot as Lincoln inserts the main key into it and twists it. Now cut to the upgraded van as its new engine roars to life and the headlights snap on.
Lincoln: *inside* This mission will be a perfect test drive!
Cut to Lincoln in the driver's seat, Ronnie Anne in the passenger seat, and the twins in the back.
Lincoln: *looks at the three and smirks* Let's go kill this motherfucker.
Ronnie Anne smirks as she reveals a knife in a holster around her left thigh, Lana reveals a pistol in her vest inside pocket, and Lola reveals a dagger in her scarf.
Lincoln: *calls out to Blitzo, who is standing a few feet away with the Grimoire, gawking at the van* Alright, Blitzo! Open it up!
Blitzo, still gawking, utters out the magic in the Grimoire, and a large portal to Earth opens up in front of the van.
Blitzo: *gawking* There you go...
Lincoln gives a thumbs up to his boss. Cut to the gas pedal as Lincoln's foot hits it, before the van speeds off through the portal.
Blitzo: *as the portal closes* He really fucking did it... *a massive idiotic grin slowly starts to form on his face*
We cut to an empty street on planet Earth. It is around nighttime. A cat walks down the middle of the street before being scared off by the Grimoire's portal opening. The I.M.P. company van revs out of it and races off-screen as the portal closes up.
Ronnie Anne and the twins take a brief second to look around the living world. This is their first time actually being in the living world, while Lincoln has obviously been here many times.
Lana: *amazed* You seeing this, Lola...?
Lola: *amazed* I'd be lying if I said I wasn't...
Ronnie Anne: *amazed* This is the living world, Lincoln?
Lincoln: *nods* Yup.
Lana: You've said you've been here lots of times before. What's it like?
Lincoln: So far, I've only seen the crazy side since I'm working with I.M.P.. Some humans can act pretty damn insane here.
Lola: So... basically no different from Hell?
Lincoln: *shrugs* Pretty much, Lola.
Ronnie Anne: *gasps and points* Hey, guys! Up ahead!
Cut behind the group as a large, flashy building can be seen in the distance. A large sign that says "Cheesy Sleazy Casino" can be seen up ahead.
Lincoln: There it is: the Cheesy Sleazy Casino.
Lola: *realizes something* Hey, wait... how are we even gonna get in? Don't you need to be 21 or older to enter a casino?
Lincoln: Not in this one. From what the client said, as long as you got money to spend, anyone can enter.
Ronnie Anne: Sounds like this place came right out of the Greed Ring.
Lana: Ugh, and that clown piece of shit Mammon.
Lincoln: Plus, getting to the CEO's office will be really tricky. That place is heavily, heavily guarded. *taps a button on the panel, which shows a schematic of the casino on the screen* I'm talkin' state-of-the-art security that will blow our asses up the moment we cause a scene.
Lana: And from what the client said, the employees AND the patrons are armed to attack when at the ready.
Lola: *grips the seat for a minute, then lets go* Seriously hope we don't need to resort to our Zodiac forms on this...
Ronnie Anne: We'll be fine, Lola. We can handle it.
Lincoln: *pulls up into the Cheesy Sleazy Casino parking lot* Okay, guys. We've made it. Get your game faces on and remember to act casual.
A large number of humans wearing formal outfits can be seen walking on a red carpet leading up to the casino entrance as Lincoln parks the van a few feet away. Lincoln turns off the van as the four of them exit the van, taking a second to compose themselves. Lincoln then locks the van, before the four of them walk towards the entrance of the casino.
Ronnie Anne: Alright... *takes a deep breath* Here we go...
The group heads inside the casino while adjusting their clothing. They look around, seeing much of the walls decorated with the head of a grinning man with a gold tooth and a top hat. Some of the signs and warnings say "OBEY" and "He's watching..."
Lola: *looks around, impressed* Fancy place.
Lana: *scoffs at the decor* Guess we're dealing with a fucker who's full of himself.
Taking a look around the place, the four of them see this casino is PACKED with machines for making money. There were card tables, slot machines, you name it. The place also reeked of cigar smoke and other drugs, and there were some shady as fuck people around.
Ronnie Anne: *looks around* Any sign of the big man?
Lincoln: *looks around* No sign of him yet. We may wanna split off into pairs to cover more ground. *looks at the twins* Lana, Lola, you two go off together. And for the love of Satan, don't get into an argument. *looks at Ronnie Anne* Ronnie, you're with me.
Ronnie Anne: *nods* Got it.
Lana: Let's go!
The group takes off in different directions. Cut to Lincoln and Ronnie Anne, the duo walks past a few drunk bidders. Ronnie Anne's face forms a look of anger and disgust, which Lincoln notices.
Lincoln: *whispers* You alright?
Ronnie Anne: *quietly groans in disgust, whispers* I got a strong feeling some of these assholes are gonna be cat-calling me… They seem like the ones that "don't give a fuck about age", if you know what I mean...
Lincoln glances at the drunk bidders, recognizing what Ronnie Anne means.
Lincoln: *disgusted, whispers* Gross fuckers.
?: *off-screen* HEY!
The voice makes the two freeze up for a moment, but they realize it's not aimed at them. Cut behind them and it zooms in on a fair-skinned woman in a slutty security outfit glaring around the passing guests with a pair of binoculars.
Lincoln: *quietly, off-screen* That must be the bodyguard Anwir warned us about.
Cut back to them, looking at the woman.
Ronnie Anne: *whispers* She definitely slept with that dumbass to get this position. I mean, that outfit makes Verosika look tame.
Cut back to one woman in a simple but still pretty dress walking up to the counter. The bodyguard immediately snaps her head at her.
Bodyguard: *furiously* WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, MIMI?!
Mimi: *nervously* Y-You invited me, Soya-
Soya: *cuts her off* HOW CAN I TRUST YOU?!
Mimi: *squeaks in fear* I'm you sister! *quietly* I-I'm your sister…
There was a beat before Soya's harsh look seemed to lessen up, but she didn't take her eyes off the nervous Mimi as she slowly went past her. Reaching into a safe spot, Mimi sighs in relief, but flinches when the alarms go off.
Soya: *glaring at Mimi while rapidly punching a button labeled "DEFENSE MODE"* KILL THE SPY!
An arsenal of flamethrowers lower from the ceiling and aim themselves at the terrified Mimi. With no time to react, she screams in pain as jets of flames burn her alive until she is nothing but a charred skeleton surrounded by body ashes. As the flamethrowers retract to the ceiling, we cut to Lincoln and Ronnie Anne, both terrified and flabbergasted over what they just witnessed.
Lincoln: …Ohhhhhh…fuck…
Ronnie Anne: ... What the fuck...?
Cut to Lana and Lola, who witnessed this from afar, sharing the same looks as Lincoln and Ronnie Anne. They nervously gulp as sweat trickles down their faces.
Lana: *scared* Talk about overkill…
Lola: *tries to play it off* N-Nothing to worry about… Come on. *they quickly walk off-screen*
Ronnie Anne: *regains her composure* Well… how are we getting past her?
Lincoln: *snaps his fingers* Don't fret. I have a plan.
Ronnie Anne: You do?
Lincoln: *nods* Yeah.
He whispers his plan into Ronnie Anne's ear. Her expression goes from curious, to surprised, then to a devilish smirk.
Cut to Soya walking back to her desk, still looking with her binoculars. Suddenly, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne, with their Hellhound heads, drop down from the ceiling and roar ferociously at Soya.
Soya: *terrified* AHHHHHH! WEREWOLVES!
Soya bails deeper into the building, shrieking in terror. When she disappears, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne change their heads back to their human ones, laughing their asses off.
Ronnie Anne: *laughing* Okay, that was fucking hilarious!
Lincoln: *laughing* I told you!
The two high-five, still laughing.
Lincoln: *he and Ronnie Anne gain their breath after a few more giggles* Alright, let's move!
?: HEY!
The two freeze up as they turn around, seeing an employee rushing up to them.
Employee: *points at them* Can either of you two sing?
Lincoln and Ronnie Anne glance at each other in confusion.
Lincoln: Uh, I can-
Employee: Excellent. One of our performers called out sick, so you're taking his place.
Lincoln: *eyes widen* What?! I don't even work here!
Employee: I know, but if Juboro doesn't get the right amount of performances, he's gonna kill me! I've only been here three days, and I don't wanna die! *gets on his knees, begging* Please, I'm begging you!
Lincoln looked super uncomfortable, but sighed in defeat.
Lincoln: Fine. But I'm only performing once, and that's it.
Employee: *relieved* Oh, thank you so much! *stands up* And if it helps, he won't even leave his office. He watches all the shows from his office.
The employee runs off.
Lincoln: *to his earpiece* Lana, Lola, hold off. I'm a bit stumped.
Lana: *over the earpiece* What happened?
Lincoln: These idiots got me performing for this fatass.
Ronnie Anne: Actually, wait… *gets an idea* Lana and Lola could use this opportunity to sneak into his office and kill him while he's distracted.
Lincoln: *eyes widen* … Unholy fuck, that's a fair point. Lana, Lola, disregard what I said.
Lana and Lola: *over the earpiece* Got it.
Cut to Lana and Lola. The twins move through card tables housing some gamblers, though one passes out drunk.
Lola: *disgusted* Ugh... these guys have absolutely no class.
Lana: *shrugs* Eh, this is the kind of stuff you see in the Greed Ring. *spots something* Hey, what's that?
Cut to a large black door that said "V.I.P." in gold. Pan back to show the twins standing before it.
Lola: You think the target's in there?
Lana: With how self-centered this douchebag is? Absolutely.
They start to approach, but a bulky casino guard with shades stands in their way, startling them.
Guard: Halt, peasants. *Lola looks offended by the word* This room is for V.I.P.'s only. Show me how much money you've earned to go through.
Lola: *angry* Who are you calling pea- *Lana slaps a hand over Lola's mouth, cutting her off*
Lana: Uh, we'll be back to show you! *pulls Lola off-screen while whispering to her twin* C'mon, let's not cause a damn scene here.
Lola: *muffled* Let me go, Lana! *when they're far enough away, she rips Lana's hand off her mouth and wipes her mouth in disgust as she whispers* When was the last time you washed your hands, Lana?!
Lana: *snaps back, whispers* Just shut up! We gotta find a way past that big bastard!
Lola: *groans quietly* Fine. *glances at the games around them* We're just gonna have to win some money.
Lana: *whispers* And how the hell are we gonna achieve that? I don't know if you know this, but casinos are rigged when you lose!
Lola: *looks around and spots a wheel gambling game, she grins* I got an idea.
She whispers the idea to her twin, who listens in. Lana's eyes widen in surprise at the idea, as Lola then pulls back.
Lana: You're sure that'll work?
Lola: Only one way to find out. *holds her hand out* You in?
Lana: *smirks* Let's do this. *grabs Lola's hand, and they grin at each other*
Cut to the owner of the wheel gambling game. He notices the twins approaching confidently.
Owner: *smirking slyly* Hello, ladies. Care to test your luck at-
He was cut off when Lola slammed a bunch of dollars on the wheel.
Lola: Spin the wheel! *smirks* All bets are going towards lucky number 7!
Owner: *grins at the sight of the money* You sure? That number ain't as lucky as you think.
He was cut off by Lola grabbing his collar and getting in his face.
Lola: *calmly but menacingly* I said... SPIN. THE. WHEEL.
Owner: *makes a terrified gulp* Yes, ma'am...
The wheel soon spins, and the owner throws the ball, which loops around the wheel. A few minutes roll by as Lana starts to breathe frantically. Lola stays cool as a cucumber, then, darting her eyes around, she sneakily hides her hands under the table, changing them into her Hellhound hands.
Lola: Whoa! *uses her hands to violently thump the table, skillfully making it look like she did nothing*
The thump sends the back launching out of the wheel and ricochets all over the casino. It catches lots of people's eyes before it suddenly launches into the owner's mouth. Startled, his face turns blue as he starts to choke on it.
Lana: *shocked* AH, SHIT! *runs over and starts squeezing his body to make him spit it out*
Lola: *cringing* Aw, man...
She draws out her phone and quickly sends Lana a text, which buzzes. Lana takes it out and glances
Lola's Text: "THE SEVEN! AIM FOR THE SEVEN ON THE ROULETTE!"
Lana nods and aims in the direction for the seven, before giving the owner a strong squeeze that launches the ball out of his mouth and back to the roulette table. The ball bounces for a moment, before landing right in the seven.
There was a silent beat for a few moments, then the twins' eyes widened in realization and excitement with gasps as Lana let go of the owner, who dropped to the ground.
Lana: *happily* YEAH! WE DID IT!
Lola: *happily* WE DID IT! *she and Lana both high-five*
Owner: *nearly unconscious* Urgh... we have a winner...
With that, the twins were paid a hefty amount of money as the wheel owner goes to take a break and get something to drink.
Lola: Now let's go. *Lana nods at her*
Cut to the buff guard standing in front of the V.I.P. door with his arms crossed. He notices someone approaching off-screen.
Guard: Yo. You fools got the do- *a heap of cash is slammed in front of him, startling him*
Lana: *she and Lola walk on-screen* There's your dough. Can we go in now?
Guard: *lets out an impressed whistle* Be my guest. *opens the V.I.P. door*
The twins smirk at each other, then walk in the V.I.P. door as it closes behind them. Cut to inside the room, where the most advanced slot machines and gamblers are located.
Lana: *spots someone and gets her twin's attention, whispers* Lola, look!
Lola looks over where Lana's pointing, and they see the man that is plastered all over the casino. Gold tooth, top hat and all, Juboro Squeri Mittal, the owner of the entire casino, gambling at one of his own tables, as well as having two gold-digger women at his sides.
Lana: *off-screen* That's him. Juboro Squeri Mittal.
Juboro: *stands up with a chortle* Be back soon, my darlings. There's a beer and show that's calling me. *walks off from the table and opens a door to a locked staircase*
Lola: *quietly* There he goes!
Lana: We gotta follow him. Alert the others. *Lola pulls out her phone and sends a text as she and Lana dart off-screen*
Cut to Ronnie Anne as she hears her phone go off. She pulls it out and sees Lola's text.
Lola's Text: "Target's in the V.I.P. room."
Ronnie Anne texts back.
Ronnie Anne's Text: "Just in time. Lincoln's about to go on."
Lola texts back.
Lola's Text: "Film it for us, will ya?"
Ronnie Anne just chuckles and replies with a thumbs up emoji. She then looks up as the lights dim. On a stage, smoke begins to spiral around as Lincoln walks up, his fedora concealing his eyes as he stops to a microphone. Low jazz music begins to play as he then snaps his fingers in a slow rhythm.
Lincoln: Mmm, well Ali Baba had them forty thieves
Scheherezade had a thousand tales
But master you're in luck 'cause up your sleeves
You got a brand of magic never fails
Everyone stops their gambling and turns their attention to Lincoln as the music starts to pick up and his snaps get faster.
Lincoln: You got some power in your corner now
Some heavy ammunition in your camp
You got some punch, pizzaz, yahoo and hell
All you gotta do is rub that lamp
And I'll say
He then tips up his fedora as the lights flash and illuminate him.
Lincoln: Mister Aladdin, sir
What will your pleasure be?
Let me take your order
Jot it down
You ain't never had a friend like me
People were really starting to vibe with the song.
Lincoln: Na-na-na, life is your restaurant
And I'm your maître d'
Come on, whisper what it is you want
You ain't never had a friend like me
Lincoln kicks the microphone stand away as he holds the microphone itself.
Lincoln: Yes sir, we pride ourselves on service
You're the boss, the king, the Shah
Say what you wish
It's yours, true dish
How about a little more Baklava?
He spins the microphone on his finger. Ronnie Anne, who was recording the whole thing, actually had a bit of a blush on her face.
Lincoln: Hey! Have some of column "A"
Try all of column "B"
I'm in the mood to help you dude
You ain't never had a friend like me, yeah, yeah
Some back-up singers come up.
Back-up Singers: Wa-wa-wah!
Lincoln: Oh my!
Back-up Singers: Wa-wa-wah!
Lincoln mimics as if he's playing a trumpet, then kicks the microphone stand back up, putting the microphone back on.
Lincoln: Can your friends do this?
He gestures to one back-up singer, who's now spinning on their head.
Lincoln: Can your friends do that?
He then points to another, who's doing a handstand.
Lincoln: Can your friends pull this out their little hat?
Can your friends go, poof! Yeah, yeah!
The back-up singers disappear and are replaced by female dancers.
Lincoln: So don't you sit there slack jawed, buggy eyed
I'm here to answer all your midday prayers
You got me bona fide and certified
You got a genie for your chargé d'affaires
Lincoln tosses his fedora into the crowd, and it lands in Ronnie Anne's free hand. This only makes her small blush get bigger.
Ronnie Anne: *shakes the thoughts, in her head* No, NO! He's already taken!
Lincoln: I got a powerful urge to help you out
So what-cha wish? I really wanna know
You got a list that's three miles long, no doubt
Well, all you gotta do is rub like so, oh
The whole casino was flashing in beat to the song.
Lincoln: Mister Aladdin, sir, have a wish or two or three
I'm on the job, you big nabob
You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend
You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend
You ain't never (never) had a (had a) friend like me
It starts raining gold coins as the whole casino cheers.
Lincoln: Hey-hey-hey-hey
You ain't never had a friend like me
Everyone's cheers get louder as Lincoln takes this chance to slip away, back to Ronnie Anne.
Ronnie Anne: Well, that was pretty impressive.
Lincoln: *takes back his fedora and puts it on, a bit embarrassed* Let's just go. We got a target to kill.
Cut to the twins darting into the private staircase as the door closes and locks itself up.
Lana: *cut to her and Lola in the staircase* We're in.
Lola: *glances up at the many stairs* The fatass must've gone up there.
Lana: So, how we gonna do this? *pulls her gun out* Shoot him till he looks like swiss cheese?
Lola: *pulls her dagger out* I was thinking just slitting his throat.
A moment of silence passes.
Lola: Both?
Lana: Both.
Lola: *nods* Both is good.
The twins scramble up the stairs. Cut to the top floor as Lana and Lola walk in, witnessing a card game in process.
Gambler #1: *shaking in fear* Please... I have a wife and children!
Gambler #2: Do you have any... threes?
Gambler #1: No... NO...! *he gets knocked back in slow-motion* NOOOOOOOOOOO! *falls to the floor*
The winner chuckles and reaches for the large pile of money, but the loser quickly clings on the cash.
Gambler #1: *desperate* No, please! I have more money, I swe-
The loser gets cut off as a guard shoots his head with a gun, causing it to explode into bloody chunks. He then tosses the corpse out of the room, which lands a few feet away from the stunned twins.
Lana: *stares at the corpse for a second, then glances at her sister as she whispers* ... Which is worse? This place or Hell?
Lola: *whispers back* No clue...
They glance up and notice the guard going to an elevator and standing in front of it, cocking its gun.
Lana: That must be the elevator to the CEO's office!
Lola: *quietly* How are we gonna get through?
Lana takes a second to survey the situation, seeing if there is a way to get past the guard.
Lana: *whispers* Hmm... maybe just a synchronized takedown?
Lola: *whispers back* Worth a short.
Cut back to the guard simply there, until a sound of a sharp blade stabbing someone and a dying scream occurs off-screen. The guard raises an eyebrow, and it cuts to Lana and Lola glaring at their new target, the former shoving away the winning gambler's corpse.
Lana: You liked that? Well, guess what?
Lola: You're NEXT!
The twins lunge at the guard with fierce battle cries as they draw out their weapons, but the guard, being much larger than them, simply grabs them by the throats, then slams them against each other before dropping the dazed girls to the ground.
Lana: *dizzy* Ohhh... He was ready for that...
Lola: *groans in pain* No shit...
Guard: Nice try, brats. *pulls out a walkie-talkie*
Soya: *over the walkie-talkie* Report.
Guard: Caught some intruders, Soya. Two little assassins.
Soya: *over the walkie-talkie* You know what to do.
Guard: Say less. *lowers his walkie-talkie* Nothin' personal, brats. Just business.
Cut inside the elevator as the door opens up, and the twins get harshly thrown against the wall. Looking up at the guard, they gasp as the guard enters and cracks his knuckles.
Guard: So let's make this personal so you can't escape, eh? *he grins evilly as the elevator doors slowly close, darkening the room to blacken the screen*
Cut back to the V.I.P. room as the door opens and Lincoln and Ronnie Anne enter themselves.
Ronnie Anne: Alright, we're in. *looks around* Where are the twins at?
Lincoln sniffs the air, trying to lock onto Lana and Lola's scents.
Lincoln: They're… *sniffs again and looks surprised* That's funny… *sniffs once more* I caught a scent of them upstairs.
Ronnie Anne: *confused* Upstairs? *spots the locked door ahead* That door must lead to them. *her phone rings, so she pulls it out, showing Lola on the screen. She taps the screen to answer it* Lola?
Lola: *on the screen, looking troubled* Guys! We're en route to the CEO's office! It may sound good, *pants over to show Lana and the guard in a scuffle* but we're stuck in the elevator fighting this nasty guard!
The guard throws a punch at Lana, but Lana ducks under it as she shifts her arms into her Hellhound claws and slashes his side. He growls and elbows Lana in the back, sending her crashing to the wall. Lola turns her head into her Hellhound form and bites on the guard's Achilles tendon, making him scream in pain.
Lana: *takes Lola's phone so it shows her* A little help here?!
Lincoln: *determined* On our way! *looks at Ronnie Anne as she puts her phone away* Let's move. *she nods as they rush off-screen*
Cut to the elevator as the twins both get thrown into one of the walls, crying out in pain.
Guard: *draws out a shotgun as he menacingly approaches* You brats have pestered me long enough!
Lana: *groans* He's too strong…. *glances at Lola* What do we do?
Lola: *grunts* We gotta blind him with a surprise takedown tactic. So… *groans in disgust, under her breath* I can't believe I'm saying this, but… *speaks up as she pulls out a large can of beans* Lana, bean up.
Lana's eyes widened in surprise.
Lana: Y-You're sure?
Lola: *puts the can of beans in Lana's hands* Do it.
Lana takes the can, then starts to form a devilish smirk on her face as she eats the entire can whole.
Guard: *cocks the gun and aims it at the twins* Say goodbye, brats! *his face twists into confusion when Lana aims her rear at him* Uh…
Lana: *grinning wickedly* And you better plug your nose!
Lola plugs her nose and wraps her scarf around her face as she closes her eyes, bracing herself for the disgusting attack that's about to come. Lana's rear starts to gurgle, much to the guard's concern. Then, cutting outside the rising elevator, a massive fart can be heard erupting inside, green gas hissing from the top hatch.
Cut back inside to show the guard surrounded in gas, making him cough and gag badly.
Guard: *very disgusted* GAH! DAMN, THIS IS FUCKING GROSS! *two small blurs past from behind, causing him to shoot around wildly*
Cut to the twins, their Hellhound claws bared, before they dig into the guard's neck and lower back. He screams, but then that scream is cut off by Lana ripping off his head while Lola rips out his spine. The lifeless body collapses to the ground, blood gushing from his neck stump and back.
Lana: *hops off the corpse, grinning* Hell yeah! Fart clouds rule! High-five! *holds up a hand, but Lola doesn't follow suit. She is staring at something in shock* Uh, what's up with you?
Lola: *points with a quivering hand* Lana…?
Pan to what Lola's pointing at: the elevator controls sparking with smoking bullet holes. Turns out, some of the guard's shots hand struck the control panel.
Lana: *back on her, wide-eyed* …Oh shit…
With nothing to keep the elevator in check, it quickly descends into a free fall with the now screaming twins.
Lana: *starts to flail helplessly inside the falling elevator* WHAT DO WE DOOOOOOO?! *Lola frantically calls the others on her phone*
Cut to Lincoln and Ronnie Anne making it up to the top floor.
Lincoln: *spots the elevator* That must be the elevator the twins mentioned.
Ronnie Anne: How are we gonna help them down here? *there is the slight screech of metal occurring* And… do you hear something screeching? *Lincoln's phone goes off, so he answers it*
Lola: *she and Lana are panicking while floating* ELEVATOR! BROKEN! FALLING! HURRY!
Lincoln: *his eyes widen* Oh shit! That's not good!
Ronnie Anne: Fuck it all… how do we stop a busted elevator?!
Lincoln: *pulls out his laptop* Time for some speedy central grid hacking!
He frantically starts typing on the laptop, causing green codes to appear on the screen. He was typing at a much faster pace than a normal person, as his friends/co-workers' lives were at stake. Cut to the twins hugging each other in fright as they keep screaming, then on Lincoln as sweat trickles down his face. Sure enough, the codes flash green with a single code.
Lincoln: Got it!
Cut to the elevator where it starts to screech to a halt.
Lana: *stops screaming for a moment* Hey, is that-?
Lola: *gasps* I think we're slowing down!
Cut to the elevator doors as sparks fly from the doors before the metal screeching completely stops.
Ronnie Anne: *sighs* Just in time from the sound of it.
The doors open, where a remaining waft of Lana's gas attack hovers over Lincoln and Ronnie Anne, much to their disgust.
Lincoln: *pinched his nose* Hoo! Lana must've let one rip!
Ronnie Anne: *fans the air* No shit.
The guard's dead body plops out of the elevator to the ground first, then the twins, who pant heavily from the experience.
Lana and Lola: *both moan* That was intense…
Lincoln and Ronnie Anne help them up.
Ronnie Anne: You alright?
Lana: *holding her head* A little freaked the fuck out from that, and still a bit sore from the beating we took. Aside from that, all good...
Lola: *adjusts her scarf* I'm just glad we didn't get a scratch.
Soya: *off-screen* You won't say that in a few minutes!
Gasping, the group whirls around seeing a smirking Soya and a large group of casino mobsters surrounding them with guns locked on. The four assassins stand back-to-back with each other, glaring at the surrounding army of mobsters.
Soya: *smirking as she holds up the button labeled "DEFENSE MODE"* Stand back, boys. Things are going to get hot. *presses the button*
Flamethrowers just like the ones that killed Mimi lower from the ceiling and aim right at Lincoln, Ronnie Anne and the twins. Powering up, the flamethrowers shoot streams of fire at the four. Soya grins maliciously as the fire lights up the whole room, thinking the four intruders are dead... when...
Lincoln: *inside the fire* Bitch, did you really think this would work?
Soya's eyes widen in shock, but before she could react, a bullet fires out and shoots her hand off, making her drop the button as she screams in pain. The fire clears to reveal the four assassins unharmed, now back in their Hellhound forms, with Lana aiming her smoking gun with a grin.
Ronnie Anne: *smirking* We ain't human, bub.
Lana: *twirls her gun and blows it out* Fire's got nothing on us!
Soya: *grips her stub with rage* Well, then… Take this! *the label swaps to "CAPTURE MODE" as her heel stomps on the button*
The flamethrowers instantly swap into a platoon of fans.
Lola: Fans? *scoffs* You trying to blow us away, dumbass?
Soya: No… *smirks evilly* To knock you out cold.
The fans start to spin their blades as they power up, releasing thick, electrified clouds of knockout gas over the Hellhounds.
Lincoln: *eyes narrow* Not this time! *pulls out some gas masks and puts one on, tossing the other three to the girls* Put those on!
They catch the gas masks and put them on just in time for the gas to hit, unaffecting them.
Ronnie Anne: Good thinking, Lame-O!
Lincoln: I am NOT gonna get captured by another human!
He throws his knife at one of the fans, slicing it off its support and causing it to spew knockout gas all over as it lands and spazzes on the ground.
Soya: *startled* NO! *the gas covers the whole screen as she and the mobsters start coughing*
The sound of bodies collapsing is heard as one by one, each mobster falls unconscious, with Soya not too far behind them. Lincoln and the others seem to vanish in the gas.
A few minutes roll by as the gas starts to fade away. As the other fans deactivate and retract back into the ceiling, Soya is the first to wake up.
Soya: Huh...? *blinks tiredly* Wha...?
She looks around, seeing all of her mobsters fast asleep. She then looks up, seeing one of the vents torn into.
Soya: *narrowing her eyes in fury* That's it...
Cut inside the vent to show the Hellhounds crawling along through it.
Lola: Quick thinking, Lincoln.
Lincoln: I wasn't about to let some dumbasses capture me or my friends again.
Ronnie Anne: How long until those guys wake up?
Lincoln: No clue. So we better move while we have the chance.
Lana: Do you even know where we're going?
Lincoln: It's a longshot, but we might be able to get to Juboro's office from here.
Ronnie Anne: Then we better keep moving.
The four of them keep crawling, passing by some vents that lead into other rooms, where most people are seen gambling. Suddenly, an eerie cackle echoes through the vents, making the Hellhounds freeze up.
Lana: *uneasy* ...What was that?
Soya: *sing-song, echo-y, off-screen* You can't hide from me...
The Hellhounds start to crawl faster out of nervousness.
Lola: I knew I should've stabbed her when I had the chance!
Ronnie Anne: Lola, less moping, more escaping! We'll worry about this bitch later!
They reach a junction, where Soya, with a weapon arm replacing her lost hand, suddenly appears in front of them, making them stop with shocked gasps.
Soya: I'd worry NOW if I were you! *her weapon arm changes into a chainsaw and revs up violently*
Lincoln: *the girls all scream* RUN!
The Hellhounds quickly crawl away to the left past Soya as her chainsaw smashes where they once stood. A nasty grin forms on her face as she quickly chases after them. While crawling, Lana pulls her pistol out and opens fire on Soya. Soya blocks the bullets with her weapon arm as she laughs psychotically. Lana's gun soon runs out of bullets, so in desperation, she throws the gun at Soya, hitting her in the eye.
Soya: GAH! *holds her eye in pain* You little bitch!
The group reaches another junction.
Lola: *sweating* Uh, which way?!
Lincoln: *hears Soya's footsteps* GO LEFT! *the Hellhounds quickly dart to the left as Soya, now sporting a black eye, follows suit*
Lana: *panicking* IT'S NO USE! SHE'S GONNA GET US!
Lincoln: Keep close! I got an idea!
The girls do as he says as Lincoln drives his claws into the metal floor and rakes them across, weakening the floor behind them.
Soya: *getting closer as she gets more and more aggressive* Nowhere to run, you furry little shits!
Lincoln: *smirks at her* Who said we need to run anymore?
Soya takes another step, and because of the damage Lincoln's claws did, the vent flooring gives away under her weight and the insane secretary falls through with a scream. Soon enough, a crash is heard along with other objects breaking. Lincoln and the three girls look down the hole at Soya. She had broken both her legs, a rib was sticking out, glass shards were punctured in various places, and her weapon arm had flown off and stabbed her with the chainsaw in the stomach, pinning her to the floor as she gasped and moaned in pain, spitting up blood.
Lincoln: ... Wow, that honestly worked better than I expected.
Lana: *sighs in relief* Great idea, Lincoln.
Lola: Think that'll stop her?
Lincoln: Maybe for a moment or so. Humans can get frighteningly determined.
Ronnie Anne: Let's roll. *the team backs out of sight*
Cut to the top floor of the casino, where some grand-looking doors that say "CEO" in white are seen. Pan to the right to show another vent, which grate goes flying from Lincoln's launched-out fist. Lincoln crawls out of the vent, followed by the twins. Lincoln then helps Ronnie Anne out as the four of them dust themselves off.
Lincoln: *looks at the doors* This is it.
Ronnie Anne: Juboro should be through there.
Lana: *grinning* Hell yes! *rushes to the doors* Let's kill the bitch!
She reaches the doors and pulls one of the handles, but the door doesn't budge. Looking confused and annoyed, she starts to pull hard, harder, and then more violently with no avail.
Lana: *grunts in anger* Ugh, it's locked!
Lola: *crosses her arms* He's clearly thought ahead or some shit. I mean, he's got fucking flamethrowers in the ceiling, so a locked door doesn't surprise me.
Lana: How are we gonna get the fuck in then?!
Soya: *off-screen, menacingly* You can't.
Whirling around in shock, the Hellhounds see Soya approach from the floor entrance. Normally, she shouldn't be standing right now, but the bandages patched on her various wounds looked high-tech and sophisticated to stabilize her body.
Lana: She's back?!
Ronnie Anne: Whoa, this bitch doesn't quit!
Lincoln: *growls* Like I said: Humans can get frighteningly determined.
Soya: *enraged* You little shits... I've been on this job for one day, and you're NOT going to get me fired!
She aims her new weapon arm at the group as it forms a cannon. The girls look scared, but Lincoln glances back briefly and gets an idea. Soya fires a missile from the cannon at the Hellhounds, and Lincoln instinctively grabs his friends and jumps into the air with them. They go right over Soya as she looks angry, but then she looks ahead to where the missile's going and looks horrified. The missile hits the door and explodes, completely destroying it and revealing Juboro at his desk, looking shocked by what just happened. His shock quickly turns to anger as he slams his fist on his desk.
Juboro: *stands up, enraged* SOYA, WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!
Soya: *sputtering as Juboro storms up to her* B-B-Boss, I didn't mean-! I-It wasn't my fault! It was-!
She turns around to point to the Hellhounds... but they were nowhere in sight. Soya's eyes widen in horror, as it pans up to show the Hellhounds clinging to the ceiling with their claws, completely out of Juboro and Soya's sight.
Ronnie Anne: *snickers* Busted.
Lana: *whispers to her twin* Should we go for the kill now?
Lola: *holds a finger up to Lana with a smirk as she whispers* Give it a moment, Lana.
Juboro: Blowing up my office gets you nowhere but a one-way trip out! *shatters the beer mug in his hands* SOYA, I DON'T CARE HOW HOT YOU ARE... YOU'RE FIRED!
Soya: *horrified* Fired?! *stutters again* Bu-B-B-B-B-Bu-Bu-
Juboro: *points at the doors behind her* GET OUT!
Now with nothing else to say that would spare her, Soya turns around and starts to slink away with a pitiful whimper.
Lincoln: *draws out his knife* Now!
The Hellhounds drop down from the ceiling. Lana and Lola drop onto Soya, pinning her down as her face slams into the ground, as they claw and tear at her high-tech enhancements. Lincoln and Ronnie Anne drop down onto Juboro, and despite his larger frame, they knock him down easily.
Juboro: What the?! *thrashes* Get off me!
Lincoln: *smirks* Anwir sends his regards.
He slams his knife into Juboro's neck, making the big man's eyes widen. He coughs up blood as he tries to pull the knife out, but Ronnie Anne grabs her own knife from her leg holster and stabs Juboro's hand into the ground.
Juboro: *gurgles on his own blood* You can't... do this... *coughs out more blood* You'll pay fer-
Lincoln: *cuts him off by ripping his knife out of the CEO's throat* We ain't paying shit, tubby. *finishes the job by stabbing his knife right into Juboro's face*
Juboro's body goes limp as he spits up blood one last time. Lincoln and Ronnie Anne rip their knives out and fist bump, then look at the twins. The two have ripped Soya apart into brutal pieces, blood splattered everywhere.
Lana: Let's see you come back from this, bitch. *stomps on Soya's head, crushing it to bloody chunks*
Lola: *grinning* Oh, hell no she won't.
Lana: *spots her gun among Soya's destroyed body* Oh, there's my gun! *picks it up*
Lincoln: Target is eliminated. *smiles* Great work, guys!
Mobster: *the doors are heard swinging open* What's going on here?!
The group turns to see that all of the mobsters from before have woken up from the sleeping gas misfire. The leading mobster gasps at the corpses of Juboro and Soya.
Lead Mobster: *shocked* Boss! Soya! NO!
Ronnie Anne: *smirks, arms crossed as she sarcastically remarks* Oh, sorry. Did these two matter to you?
Lincoln: *smirks* Too little too late.
Lincoln and Ronnie Anne fist bump.
Lana: *reloads her gun with a wicked grin* Now it's YOUR turn.
Lead Mobster: *angrily points at the Hellhounds* KILL THEM ALL!
Cocking all their firearms, the casino monsters open fire on the assassins, who were all quick to jump out of the way.
Lincoln pulls out a shotgun and blitzes to one of the mobsters, jamming the barrel into his stomach and pointing up. He then shoots, blowing the mobster's head off in a bloody display. Lincoln then grabs the body and chucks it at a charging mobster, knocking him to the ground. Lincoln then slams his foot through the dead mobster's back and then through the pinned monster's chest, crushing their hearts in a bloody mess. A mobster with a knife sneaks up on Lincoln with a knife, but the Hellhound casually rests his shotgun on his shoulder and shoots, putting a massive hole in the monster's head as he falls dead.
Ronnie Anne cartwheels and flips over a barrage of bullets aimed right at her before landing in a mobster's shoulders and jamming her claws into both sides of his throat. As he gasps in pain, Ronnie Anne forces him to spin around, the minigun he was holding shooting loads of incoming mobsters to bloody pulps and shreds. With that done, she violently rips off the mobster's head right off the body she's on and chucks it right at another incoming mobster's stomach, which plows right through and knocks out the heart in a bloody mess.
Lana and Lola are fighting off mobsters back to back.
Lola: *guts a mobster with her dagger and rips his intestines out* Lana! Bullet Cyclone! *kicks the mobster away*
Lana: Say less!
Lola ducks down as Lana pulls out two pistols and spins around like a tornado, shooting down every enemy in sight. When Lana stops, another mobster charges for her. But Lola flips over the mobster and wraps the intestines around his neck, choking him. Lola then tugs hard, breaking the man's neck as she then throws the intestines into another mobster's mouth, making them choke and gag as they collapse to the ground, likely about to throw up. The twins leap up and double stomp the man's head into a bloody mess.
Lincoln: *kicking some mobster's heads off* Keep it up, guys! *slits another one's throat*
Lead Mobster: *furious* You furry little bastards! *draws out a rocket launcher and fires a missile at Lincoln*
Lincoln sees the rocket approaching and dodges it with a backflip. At its peak, he grabs the rocket and throws it at a squadron of mobsters, which explodes on them in a bloody display as they all let out screams of their deaths.
Lincoln: *lands on all fours with a grin* You're gonna have to do better than that, motherfucker!
Lana: Cover me, Lola!
Lola: Roger! *stands before her twin and returns fire on some gunning monsters*
Lana: *pulls out a rather large ball of fur, grinning* Time for my secret weapon. *rears back* SIC 'EM, CHARLES!
She throws the furball which quickly unfurls, turning into a red-orange imp-looking dog with a flame-shaped tail. This is Charles, one of Lana's many pets. The Demon Dog barks viciously as it tackles into one of the mobsters, before aggressively biting and clawing into the mobster as he screams in pain, blood and organs splattering everywhere as Charles then rips out the heart and bites down on it with his razor teeth.
Lincoln: *stunned* You had a pet with you this whole time?!
Lana: Yeah! That's not a problem, is it?!
Lincoln: Hell nah! That's fucking awesome!
Lola: *stunned* How did you bring Charles with us?!
Lana: This guy will follow us anywhere, Lola. I did save his life after all.
Lola: *nods* True. You saved all the pets you have.
Charles walks up to Lana's side, spitting out the heart before barking.
Lana: *pets Charles on the head, which he enjoys* Good boy, Charles.
Charles' ears then perk up as he spins around and sees the lead mobster charging at the group, which they see too.
Lead Mobster: *enraged, drawing a knife* ALL FIVE OF YOU FUCKING MUTTS ARE DEAD!
Charles' eyes narrow as he growls. He takes a deep breath, holding it in for a bit as his body starts to glow. Lana and Lola's eyes widen in realization.
Lana and Lola: *look at Lincoln and Ronnie Anne* HIT THE DECK!
They tackle the two of them down, covering their own ears as Lincoln and Ronnie Anne, confused, do the same. When the lead mobster is right in front of Charles, the Demon Dog lets out a LOUD howling roar that releases a flaming shockwave that knocks the mobster against a wall, shatters the windows, cracks the walls, and even shakes the entire casino, making all the machines spark and glitch. The smoke clears away to show the whole top floor a smoking, smoldering mess with the mobsters army having been reduced to charred, smoky skeletons. The lead mobster hits the ground, covered in severe burns.
Lead Mobster: *slowly stands up, then angrily points at the group, hissing in pain* THIS ISN'T OVER, YOU BASTARDS! *runs away with injured whimpers*
Charles snarls at the lead mobster, then calms down and turns back to the others as he pants happily like nothing happened. Lincoln and Ronnie Anne both stare in surprise as the Demon Dog runs right up to Lana and pounces on her, licking her face.
Lana: *laughing* Good boy, Charles!
Ronnie Anne: That. Was. *grinning like a child* SO AWESOME!
Lincoln: *amazed* He can DO that?!
Lana: *looking over as she still gets licked by Charles* We call it the "Howling Blazer".
Lola: A lot of Lana's pets have strange as fuck abilities. *Lincoln and Ronnie Anne look at her in surprise* Oh, yeah. Lana's a big animal lover, and has a lot of pets that she's rescued.
Lana: Charles is the first one I saved. *picks up Charles* He was a poor and skinny lil' pup when I found him. *the room starts to repeatedly flash red as an intruder alarm goes off* Oh shit!
Lincoln: *winces* Better save the stories for later, Lana! Time for us to bail!
Lola: No need to tell me twice!
The four Hellhounds and the Demon Dog book it as the room keeps flashing red, and they notice some of the doors beginning to close like they were going into lockdown. Charles runs ahead and holds one of the doors up with all his might as the Hellhounds slide under the opening, with Lana grabbing her pet before his strength gives out and letting the door close.
Cut to the lead mobster with his fist smashed on the alarm button.
Lead Mobster: *bellows into the intercom* ATTENTION, GAMBLERS! *cut to various spots of the casino as the bidders listen in* WE GOT ASSASSINS LOOSE IN THE CASINO! THEY JUST KILLED OUR SECRETARY AND OUR GLORIOUS CEO! *the bidders and gamblers all scramble, grabbing whatever weapons they could find* FIND THEM! KILL THEM! SHOW. NO. MERCY!
Cut to the Hellhounds and Charles running down a long hallway to the bottom floor.
Ronnie Anne: Sounds like the whole building's on high alert now.
Lincoln: *eyes narrow* Then we may have to get our claws even bloodier.
Lola: Honestly... *grins* ... I think I can live with that!
A bunch of mobsters suddenly appear at the junction in front of them.
Ronnie Anne: Incoming!
Bullets are soon shot at the group, which they expertly evade as Lana pulls out her pistol and fires, blasting off the hands holding the guns. Now unarmed, Lincoln speeds ahead and slashes their throats with his claws. Ronnie Anne runs on all fours and bites down on the shoulder of a mobster, ripping the entire arm off. She then grabs the arm from her teeth and wields it like a baseball bat as she hits the head off of another mobster, sending it crashing to the wall in a bloody splat. Lola reveals her dagger and stabs a mobster in the head, then drags it down and splits him in half as blood and organs spill out of both halves. Lana and Charles latch onto the last mobsters and bite their heads fiercely before ripping them completely off. They hop off as the corpses drop to the ground.
Lana: *she and Charles spit out the heads* Woo-hoo!
Lincoln: Let's move! *they race off-screen*
Cut to the lobby where every bidder and gambler is seen holding some firearms. Pan out to show the group hiding behind some slot machines.
Lola: Yep, the whole casino's on guard.
Ronnie Anne: Not surprising there.
Lincoln: All the more reason to rip our way outta here.
Lead Mobster: *off-screen* HEY, YOU! DON'T MOVE! *pan out to show the mobster aiming a rocket launcher at the now shocked Hellhounds*
Lincoln: SHIT! MOVE!
The Hellhounds quickly dive out of the way as the mobster fires a missile that causes a large explosion, but the force of the blast was strong enough to send Lola crashing into the roulette wheel.
Lana: *worried* Lola!
Lola sits up, groaning as she rubs her head, then finds out that lots of bidders and gamblers have guns locked on her. Instead of looking worried, a devilish smirk forms on her face.
Lola: *draws out a pair of submachine guns and aims at her sides* Spin the wheel!
At Lola's command, Lincoln elbows the lead mobster hard, then while he's hunched down, kicks him into the roulette wheel, the painful jolt of his crash makes it spin as Lola unloads on everyone in the room, tearing them all apart in a bloodbath. Charles bites down on one mobster's leg and rips it off, then bats him out of the window, destroying it. Charles drops the leg and barks out to his owner, who was easily fending off some mobsters. Ronnie Anne gets the drop on a few mobsters, ripping out their spines, then karate chops another's head in two.
Ronnie Anne: *as the body drops* That's the last of 'em!
Lincoln: Then let's roll!
The group runs across the room full of dead bodies to the exit. Lola follows suit, but then notices the same owner of the roulette wheel dying with lots of bullet holes in his body.
Lola: *smiles cheekily as grabs all the winnings from the "Lucky 7" she and Lana won* I'll be taking all of this with us, thank you.
She shoves all the money in a sack, then places it inside her purse, which shrinks into a "hammerspace" inside. She chuckles slyly as the owner dies with a last breath
Lana: *off-screen* C'mon, Lola! *Lola runs after the others off-screen*
The four Hellhounds and the Demon Dog climb into the van, laughing and cheering.
Lana: That was an AWESOME first mission!
Ronnie Anne: You fucking said it!
Lincoln: I take it you all enjoyed yourselves?
Lola: *grinning* Hell yeah! Sign us up for more! *Charles barks in agreement*
Lincoln: First things first: let's get the hell outta here! *cut to the floor as Lincoln's foot slams on the gas pedal*
The wheels of the company van squeal before racing out of the parking lot, a sharp skid knocking over a gold statue of Juboro. Lincoln pulls out his phone and calls up Blitzo.
Blitzo: *on the phone* Hey, Lincoln! How's the mission going?
Lincoln: Target's dead, and the girls are eager for their next client!
Blitzo: *on the phone* Fan-fucking-tastic! Need me to open the portal?
Lana: *before Lincoln can answer as she is looking out the window* Uh... Lincoln?
Lincoln turns towards the window, and, like Ronnie Anne and Lola do, his eyes nearly buldge out. Cut to behind them, a massive platoon of fancy gold-plated, armored cars fortified for combat and marked with the Cheesy Sleazy Casino emblem are perched on a highway, their headlights snapping on when the I.M.P. van passes them.
Blitzo: *on the phone* ...Hello? You still there?
Lincoln: I think that portal's gonna have to wait, Blitzo!
Mobster: *stands from his car seat and pumps a fist* ATTACK!
The gold cars drive down the highway and onto the road where the I.M.P. van is driving, gaining on them fast.
Lincoln: *hangs up and puts his phone away* So, these fuckers wanna attack one last time, huh?! Well, get ready to fight back, girls!
Ronnie Anne, Lana and Lola: Roger!
Lana: *wiggles her fingers with a grin* I've been waiting to try these upgrades out! *taps a few buttons* Time for some machine gun action!
The miniguns come out of the side of the van as the gold cars start pulling up next to the van. The drivers started opening fire with their guns, but the group was prepared for that: the van was lined with bulletproof metal.
Lola: *smirks as the bullets harmlessly bounce off* Good luck busting our ride, dumbasses!
Lincoln: Heh, the old van wouldn't stand a chance against that arsenal!
Lana: *pets Charles' head* Now it's our turn! *slams her fist onto a green button* Open fire!
The miniguns start rotating and opening fire on the cars surrounding the Hellhounds. The bullets puncture the wheels, causing them to spiral out of control and fly off the road, taking the screaming riders with them. One car gets in front of I.M.P.'s van and the passenger starts opening fire on the window. But clearly the passenger is dumber than a bag of bricks, because the windows were bulletproof like the rest of the van.
Ronnie Anne: *calls out* A for effort, dumbass!
The miniguns turn around and fire at the car in front, ripping the tires apart and sending the car tumbling across the road, as both occupants are crushed in a gruesome display.
Lincoln: Nice one, Ronnie!
Lana: *looking at the back window with Charles, and their eyes widen* Uh... guys...?
Everyone looks behind them. Quick pan to the platoon of battles as some suddenly start to get knocked aside, revealing a massive three-wheeled battle car. Its rider was the burned, leading mobster, who cackles as smoke bursts from the many exhaust pipes.
Lincoln: *lets out a somewhat-impressed whistle as the massive combat car closes in on the I.M.P. van while knocking aside more of the smaller cars* Now that's a big boy.
Lead Mobster: *shouts out* YOU FURRY LITTLE SHITS ARE ROADKILL! ROADKILLLLLLLLL! YOU HEAR ME?!
Lola: How the fuck do we fight THAT?!
Lincoln's eyes darted down to the button he installed in the control panel. A smirk forms on his face.
Lincoln: I say he picks on someone... *presses the button* ... his own size.
Mechanical whirring starts to occur as steam hisses from the van on the outside.
Ronnie Anne: *the parts of the van starts to shift inside* Whoa, what's going on?!
Lana: *gasps as more consoles flip out and reveal* Lincoln, is this-?!
Lincoln: *laughs as the steering wheel* folds It's my surprise addition!
Outside, the I.M.P. van seems to jump up as the wheels extend out, then growing in size and the tires becoming more rough. The front wheels were twice as big as normal, but the back wheels were five times as big! The armored plating on the van becomes more noticeable, the spikes in the bumper extend out, the cannon comes out of the roof, and the headlights of the van become a bright crimson color.
Lead Mobster: *shocked* WHAT THE HELL?!
Lincoln: *inside as it displays the transformed I.M.P. van in its glory* Presenting... the I.M.P. Battle Machine!
It cuts to display parts of the I.M.P. Battle Machine for a few moments of each shot as it glimmers and twinkles in the moonlight. Cut to inside as the seats were now split apart with their own control panels, Lincoln with a grin on his face and the girls looking amazed.
Lola: *amazed* Lincoln, this is so fucking cool!
Lincoln: Glad you all love my surprise! *notices a junction of highways approaching* Speaking of which, we're coming up on a junction, and that gives me a plan to get rid of these damn pests.
Setting the Battle Machine on auto-pilot, Lincoln leads the girls and Charles to the back, where before them is a chopper bike with a side-car, an SUV with monster truck wheels, and a slick motorcycle with powerful engines, all sporting a slick black and red color scheme.
Lincoln: We're gonna lead those punks on a wild goose chase, so each of you take these I.M.P. Raiders and get going!
The three girls and Charles all looked stunned by what they were seeing.
Ronnie Anne: Lincoln, when the FUCK did you have the time to make all this shit?!
Lincoln: *simply grins* Inventing and architecting are little hobbies of mine.
Lana: *hops on the chopper bike* I'm in! *Charles hops into the sidecar, barking*
Lola: *buckles into the SUV* Ready to go!
Ronnie Anne: *jumps onto the motorcycle and slaps on a helmet* Let's do this!
Cut outside where the back doors open and a ramp slides out and lowers onto the road.
Lead Mobster: *as the ramp grinds against the road, kicking up sparks* What now?!
The three girls back out of the van in their vehicles and drive into other lanes. When Ronnie Anne is out, the ramp retracts and the back doors close. Lincoln takes his seat back in the driver's seat, retaking control of the vehicle.
Lincoln: *through a mic* Okay, guys! Split up and let's do this!
Ronnie Anne, Lana and Lola: *through a multi-screen* Got it! *Charles yips*
Lincoln: *to the lead mobster* This way, ya bozo!
He drives onto a path that separates from the others as the lead mobster races after him with a snarl.
Ronnie Anne: *looks at the vehicles from afar and pumps a fist* Here we go!
High shot: Ronnie Anne, Lana, Charles and Lola each take a different highway section as the platoon of cars split their ranks to chase the Hellhounds down.
Cut to Lola as she's being chased by some of the cars. Bullets bounce off her vehicle as she glares back.
Lola: HEY! WATCH THE PAINT JOB, MOTHERFUCKERS!
She puts her SUV into auto-pilot and pulls out a rocket launcher, firing it at the incoming cars. The missile strikes the chasers and engulfs them into a massive inferno of scrap and gore.
Lola: *stashes the rocket launcher away* Hmph. *flips her hair and takes the wheel once more*
Cut to Lincoln being closely chased by the lead mobster as they tackle a bunch of swervy turns, the latter's vehicle's front snapping like jaws with spikes inside.
Lincoln: *calls out, taunting* Your mother ever told you to chew with your mouth closed?!
Lead Mobster: *angry* You little shit!
Lincoln snickers as he goes into a weapon arsenal on the panel and taps a bar that says "Vape". Cut to the back. The exhaust pipes in the back blast out thick clouds of smoke that cover up the mobster's view.
Lead Mobster: Hey! *coughs out from the smoke cloud*
Lincoln: Now how bout we go for a spin? *taps a bar that says "Slick Shit"*
Cut right back once more. The exhaust pipes squirt out oil onto the road, creating a slick that the leading mobster's ride drives on and starts to spin out of control. The leader screams out as Lincoln laughs and leaps the Battle Machine onto a different highway section.
Lincoln: *calls out* See you in Hell, motherfucker!
He then turns on the Autopilot and climbs up to the cannon on the roof. Aiming at the lead mobster, he then fires a massive missile at him. As the lead mobster gains control of his vehicle, he sees the missile coming for him. He screams, but that scream is then drowned out by the explosion of the missile destroying his vehicle.
Cut to the flaming wreckage as the head of the lead mobster's head lands just before it, his burnt face frozen from his scream.
Lincoln: *cut to him pumping a fist* Yes!
Lana: *she and Charles drive on the road under him as her pet shoots down cars behind then* Yeah, you did it, Lincoln!
Ronnie Anne: *driving on the section* Now we gotta finish these dumbasses! *two battle cars drive up to her sides* Hey, back off!
She grabs the driver on her right side and rips him out of his car, then throws him in front of the left car. Before the driver of the left car could stop, he ran over his fellow mobster, splattering him into red paste.
Lola: *shooting more monsters down with a minigun function* Anyone got any ideas?!
Cut to Lincoln hopping back in the driver's seat, then notices a giant highway section above them all.
Lincoln: *grinning wickedly* Oh-ho-ho… I just got one! *to the screen with Lana and Charles on* Lana, does Charles have any moves to take out a giant road above us?
Cut to the girl and her pet. Lana and Charles' eyes both widen at the question, then they look at each other. A few seconds later, they both grin all too eagerly.
Lana: *looks back to the road* Say no more! *Charles barks*
Lincoln: Great! There's another junction coming up, so we'll regroup there. Lana, you and Charles be ready for my signal!
Lana: You got it! *Charles barks twice*
The Hellhounds drive their vehicles to the junction to regroup, the remaining mobster cars chasing them down.
Lincoln: Not yet… *opens up the ramp, which descends and makes sparks on the road* Not yet… *Ronnie Anne and Lola enter the Battle Machine* Now!
Lana: Charles! *points up at the giant section above* INFERNO BLAST!
Charles leaps up as hellfire begins to spiral around him. Lana drives her vehicle into the Battle Machine, just as Charles lets out an echoing roar as the flames around him expand out into a massive explosion that destroys the entire section of the highway.
Lana: *catches Charles* Gotcha! *ducks inside*
The Battle Machine drives to safety as giant pieces of highway rubble falls onto the reminder of the Cheesy Sleazy Casino. Screams rang out as bodies were crushed, cars exploding, and bloody body parts flew in a terrifying display of gore. The four Hellhounds cheer and laugh as Charles howls in victory. Lincoln pulls out his phone and calls Blitzo.
Blitzo: *on the phone* What in the FUCK has been going on, Lincoln?!
Lincoln: *laughing* We just had a fucking field day with the van, Blitzo!
Cut back to I.M.P. as Blitzo stands outside with M'n'M.
Lincoln: *on the phone* Anyway, the danger's passed. Now you can open the portal.
Millie takes the Grimoire and opens the portal. Not even a second later, the Battle Machine rolls in right up next to the three Imps, all three of which stare in shock.
Lincoln: *rolls the window down and smirks* What do ya think?
Moxxie: *shocked* Lincoln?! What happened to the van?!
Millie: *shocked* How'd y'all soup it up into this?!
Lincoln: Thank the new recruits. *Ronnie Anne, the twins and Charles peek out with grins* They helped make this a reality. *chuckles* And may I say, it was damn helpful for our escape.
The group exits the vehicle as Lincoln then changes it back into its standard appearance.
Lincoln: *points over his shoulder to the newbies* They are definite keepers for I.M.P., Blitzo.
Blitzo: *crosses his arms, looks at Ronnie Anne and the twins* Welp, I had my doubts about you three… *he starts to smile* But from what Lincoln said, you all sure made one hell of an impression on this mish! *takes out a trio of IMP business cards* Welcome aboard! I think I'll enjoy working with you.
He hands them each a business card and shakes their hands. He then notices Charles in Lana's other hand.
Blitzo: … That little guy's trained, right?
Lana: He's fine, Blitzo.
Millie: *gushes at Charles* Awwww! He's so fuckin' cute! *rushes over and pats Charles' head, which he enjoys*
Blitzo: Guess I'll take your word for it. *holds up a finger* But! For your first task at IMP… *rubs his hands with a mischievous smirk* I need you to do something with… our new ride.
Cut to Verosika's car in the building parking lot. Back-up beeping is heard before the I.M.P. Battle Machine backs into view and crushes it completely under its massive black wheels. Cut to the door of the building as Verosika and her posse run out after hearing the destruction, ending up right next to Lincoln, who was just staring at the carnage with his arms crossed and a deadpan expression. Verosika's eyes bulge out as she sees her car completely totaled.
Blitzo: *pops up in front of Verosika, grinning smugly* HA! How do ya like that, bitch?! I just gave my company an extra parking space! Good luck finding a new one! *glances over at Verosika's demolished ride. A hubcap falls off from the scrap heap* Oh, and a new car. *he shrugs* But hey! Not my problem!
Verosika's posse, Vortex and Lynn all cringe at the sight of the destroyed car as Blitzo proudly walks away. Verosika, however, was absolutely FURIOUS.
Verosika: *stomps her heel and shouts at the top of her lungs* BLITZ-O! YOU SELFISH SACK OF DOG SHIT, YOU'RE GONNA DIE ALONE!
Lincoln: *pinching the bridge of his nose* I just KNEW he was gonna do something stupid if I upgraded the van…
He drops a card at Verosika's feet. Her rage briefly subsides as she picks the card up and sees it belongs to a car dealership about two miles from here: "Autorox's Vehicle Dealership." Autorox is an Overlord that opened up a dealership with the most badass cars in all of Hell. Unlike most Overlords like Alastor and Valentino, he's actually a rather nice guy and only wants what's best for his customers. He was actually the one who Charlie got Lincoln's car from, for a pretty cheap price.
Verosika: *surprised, she looks at Lincoln* Why did you-?
Lincoln: *snaps at her* Don't think I've forgiven you for what you did to my dad, bitch. If anything, your car getting destroyed seems fair enough to me. *calms down* But I'm not a heartless piece of shit like Blitzo, so I figured I'd at least let you know where to get a new car. Tell Autorox that Lincoln sent you, and he might cut you a deal.
With that, Lincoln turns and walks off to rejoin his group, leaving Verosika to stare at the card.
A/N: The song was "Friend Like Me" by Ne-Yo.