Chapter 5: This just in.

The pair was awoken by a knocking at the door, the repeated taps slowly woke them from their slumber, Six got up and brushed himself off after getting out of the bed. Six slowly made his way over to the door, before hearing the voice of Alastor speak up from behind the wooden slab. "Angel, have you seen Six? Charlie is looking for him and he's not in his room."

Six shrugged and decided to open the door, the look of shock on Alastor's face was akin to something out of a cheesy horror film. Six had a slight smirk on his face, "You said Charlie was looking for me?"

"Yes…" Alastor trailed off. Six could literally hear static coming from The Radio Demon. "What were you doing in Angel's room?"

"Alastor, if I told you the truth. You wouldn't believe me, the only thing you would believe is the conclusion you've already drawn in your head. So, do you really want to know the answer?" Six retorted.

"…..No." Alastor conceded, "The interview is at 3, it's 12:30 now. I'm going to go with you, I won't appear on camera but I'd love to see you eviscerate the news anchors."

"Anything to rid yourself of boredom, am I right?" Six asked, leaning against the door frame.

Alastor turned to walk away before pausing, twisting his head like an owl. "You've been talking to people."

"That's something we have in common, we are both very charismatic." Six pointed out, "Now I'm going to clean my stuff and get dressed." Six said as he turned away and closed the door.

Six turned to Angel, who was sitting up and now wide awake. "Al?" He asked with a tired look on his face.

"Yep." Six said, "I think his brain broke when he saw me open the door."

"I would have loved to have seen that." Angel stretched his top set hands over his head, and the bottom set out in front of him. His bathrobe sliding off his shoulders.

"I can draw it later for you if you want." Six informed Angel as he took out a tooth brush and started cleaning the visor to his helmet. The pair took their time doing their usual morning routine, Six was ready to go by the time Angel was finished, they made their way down to the lobby with the others waiting for them.

Charlie had a pile of index cards prepped for Six, "Ready to go?" She asked the pair.

"Yeah, sure. Who's coming with me?" Six asked.

"It's going to be Alastor, Angel, and I." Charlie informed The Courier.

"Whoa toots, I didn't want any part of this." Angel held up his four hands.

"Come on, it'll be fun." Six gently nudged the spider demon with his elbow.

"You're just coming with us Angel, you're not going to be doing the interview." Charlie explained, "They mostly want to talk to Six. Or how they're putting it…" She held up her hellphone, with an online article.

"Minigun Maniac, who is this demon?" Six read out loud, "Great… two days in and I already have a nickname."

"Shall we get going?" Alastor asked, twirling his cane/staff.

"For once I agree with Al," Angel said, "The more time we waste the less time we spend getting this over with."

The quartet made their way to the limousine, which Six was once again hesitant to enter. His fist clenched as tight as it could possibly be, he closed his eyes briefly. He got in and buckled into his seat as quickly as possible. The door closed behind Angel, Charlie looked at the human. "Six, are you alright?" She asked him.

Six turned to Angel, who sat with his back to the motorized partition, looked back at Six and decided to speak up. "Six is afraid of cars."

Charlie and Alastor looked at Angel then back at Six. "Um…why?" Charlie asked.

"Do I have to have a reason?" Six asked back, "Sometimes fears are just illogical." The Courier iterated, although he didn't want to tell the trio in front of him that the reason why was because every non-burnt car could go off like a bomb.

"Everyone is entitled to their privacy Charlie." Alastor defended Six, which earned him a stare from the mailman, "As well as their fears." The Radio Demon's grin widened.

Six hated this feeling of being proverbially backed into a corner, especially by someone of Alastor's ilk. Alastor now knows something that Six is afraid of, and he needed to find a way to turn the tables back against The Radio Demon.

Six just clenched his jaw and stared out the window of the limousine, hoping that time would go by faster by distracting himself.

The quartet finally arrived at the tv studio for 666 news, Alastor and Six stepped out of the vehicle and looked at the building. "Shall we begin?" Alastor asked Six.

"Let's get this over with." Six turned to Alastor, "I have a question for you."

Alastor turned to Six, "What is it?"

"Are we going to need some weapons?" Six asked The Radio Demon.

"Hello and welcome to 666 morning news! We have an exclusive interview with the newest threat to the streets. The Minigun Maniac!" The female news anchor started off, "I'm Katie Killjoy and this is Tom Trench." Six looked at Katie and rolled his shoulders, his armor shifting along with his action. He turned to the anchors, "Well let's get right into it." Katie said and turned to Six. "And welcome our esteemed guest." Katie continued, "Well first let's start off with your name, because while the Minigun Maniac is a decent name, with some great alliteration. The people want to know your name."

Six stared at Katie and Tom, "My name is Six."

Katie and Tom started to laugh, "Are you kidding me?" Katie asked.

"I am not. My name is Six." Six replied, "And yes I was the man who was wielding the minigun alongside Cherri Bomb and Angel Dust."

"O…Kay…" Tom drew out.

"So, Six." Katie said, "What are you here to talk about?"

"I'm here to answer whatever questions you have for me, and to advertise for the Happy Hotel." Six smiled underneath his mask.

Katie's smile vanished, "You're not really staying at that place are you?" The female anchor asked.

"Yeah I am, and I heard what had happened last time my friend was here." Six responded, his gloved hand tightening into a fist. "But let's not focus on that now. Allow me to ask you a question Ms. Killjoy, and a general question to your viewers as well. You all are so against rehabilitation, why?"

Katie chuckled, her smile returning once more. "Well there's no guarantee that it'll work. You can't be serious, inside every demon is a rainbow? You'd be better off fighting the exterminators." The audience chuckled alongside her.

Six looked at the audience, then back at Katie. "Well, by that logic. There's no guarantee that it won't work." Six said after most of the audience died down from the laughter. "As far as the exterminators go, I mean sure you could risk it with them. You can continuously turn your nose up at rehabilitation, but at the very least someone is offering you a solution that doesn't involve you getting your brains blown out all over the concrete."

Katie's smile quickly vanished again. "That's not going to happen." She told Six.

"How sure are you of that?" Six asked, "All it takes is a small slip up, and suddenly instead of reporting the news. You're on it." He leaned into her, the glowing red lenses of his gas mask staring right through her. "The fact of the matter remains as such, you don't know what will and won't happen. The princess is offering you a chance to at the very least to not die from the annual extermination, and if she's correct? An actual chance to escape this literal fucking hellhole." Six then leaned back in his chair, and crossed his arms. "But hey, what do I know? For that matter what do you know? The only answer that I can come up with is; not a damn thing."

The red light above the camera went out as the anchors remained silent. Katie stood up, easily towering over Six. "If you EVER embarrass me like that again-"

"Sweetheart there's not a goddamn thing you can say or do to me." Six cut her off, "I mean I appreciate the effort but there are things that have happened to me that you would piss yourself at, and to me that's just Tuesday."

She growled in frustration. "I'm going to kill you." She threatened Six.

The Courier cracked a grin under his gas mask, "I'd welcome your attempt." Six pulled out Chance's Knife and started twirling it between his fingers.

Katie's eyes widened as she stared at the blood stained combat knife, "How'd you get that in here? You were patted down for weapons before entering the building!"

"Guess your security wasn't as thorough as you'd been led to believe." Six leaned back and stabbed the news desk, "Isn't that right, bitch?"

"We're back on in 5." An imp told the three behind the desk. Before Katie could get another word out, "Splendid." Katie sighed as she sat back down.

Six smirked underneath his mask and crossed his arms as the light above the camera turned back on. "Hello all and welcome back," Tom started this time, with Katie being mostly quiet. "We were in the midst of interviewing the newest demon making waves in the streets already. The demon known as Six. I believe we were talking about the Happy Hotel."

"That we were," Six leaned forward resting his elbows on the desk. "I think most of my points were covered by the questions and attempted ridicule by your fellow anchor Ms. Killjoy." Six chuckled.

Tom forced a laugh himself, "Of course, however I do have a question for you. Do you think in your honest opinion that demons are capable of redemption and entering heaven?"

"I think our destinies are what we make it to be." Six said, "That's my honest opinion, so if you wish to be battered around once a year by self righteous pricks with chicken wings on their backs. Then by all means, but if you want to avoid all of that, if you actually want to live instead of just surviving another year. Then stop by the Hotel." Six concluded and stood up, walking off the sound stage, right into a demon with a TV for a head.

"So, you must be Six." The demon said.

"Sorry pal but unless you're checking into the hotel. I have no business with you." Six said as he walked past him.

"Oh but you might. You met with my associate yesterday, and offered him a large sum of gold?" The demon in the black and blue pinstripe suit said to The Courier.

Six turned to him, looked him up one time. "You know you can just say your fuckbuddy. I don't give a shit." Looking at the demon, "You must be Vox. Because you sure don't look like a Velvette."

"Indeed I am." He looked at Six's pipboy. "Interesting device you have there."

"Yeah it is, one of a kind." Six mentioned.

"Would you be willing to part with it?" Vox asked.

"I can't." Six mentioned, "And before you ask, no. I literally can't. It's biometrically locked to my wrist. The only way I can get it off is with a special tool that I don't have."

Vox was going to say something else before Charlie ran in, "SIX!" The Courier turned to the princess of hell expecting to get a verbal beat down, only to be hugged by her. She looked up at him. "That was amazing!"

"Uh, thanks." Six mumbled, "I just said what was on my mind."

"Well you did great." Charlie complimented as she separated from the hug, "I've never seen Katie actually speechless. You're good with words."

"I've dealt with people worse than her." Six said, "Oh by the way, this is..." Six turned to look for Vox but he was already gone. "...Awkward."

"Are you alright Six?" Charlie put a hand up to his helmet, trying to check his temperature.

"I'm fine Charlie." He assured her, "I was talking to a demon named Vox and he disappeared when you arrived."

"Vox?! The demon with a TV for a head?" Charlie asked, "Don't talk to him! He's manipulative and cruel."

"Charlie, you just described literally half the people in the Mojave Wasteland." Six said, "I have experience with people who have ulterior motives. I can sniff out a bastard a mile away."

"Oh really?" The voice of The Radio Demon cut into the conversation, "And what about me?"

"Jury's still out on you Al." Six iterated without looking at the demon, he then turned to him.

Alastor smiled at The Courier, "How did you do that? Your words were so seamless."

"I'm not just a murderer. There have been times when I had to use my words and brain instead of fists or bullets." Six told The Radio Demon as he pushed open an exit door to the outside world.

The trio walked out of the building to see Angel leaning against a nearby lamp post. The limo was nowhere in sight. Charlie looked up and down the street, Alastor could only stare at Angel. "Angel…where's the limo?"

"Oh! I sent it back to the hotel." Angel explained while looking at his gloved hand.

"WHY?" Charlie yelled at Angel, her horns growing through her skull.

Six took a mental note of that, it seems like the princess is able to shape shift.

"Listen, you may be comfortable riding around in a vehicle but it's obvious Six isn't. He's been damn near comatose every time, isn't being considerate of others a redemption thing anyways?" Angel asked at the end.

Charlie's demeanor changed from anger to elation, "Aww Angel." Charlie cooed.

"Don't read too much into it princess." Angel dismissed, "Now come on, we got a decent walk back." Angel started walking back, Alastor shrugged and followed the porn star. Charlie and Six walked next to each other. "So while we're makin' our way back. How about you regale us with a story from the Mojave Six?" Angel asked.

"I suppose that's fair." Six concluded, Six said as he started to talk about some of the factions of the Mojave and a few of the people he met in his journeys.