Despite the years of ridicule their organization had suffered for failing to produce even a shred of undeniable evidence for their claims, not to mention the way his family had reacted when they thought his decision to transfer out of the FBI was because of his feelings towards his blonde headed partner, Agent One nevertheless believed that was all about to change thanks to their latest acquisition.

Yes, it had involved some rather expensive horse-trading in order to convince their superiors to allow them to go to Britain.

And yes Agent Two would be rather pissed that it had been his team to make the capture instead of hers.

But losing a year's worth of health insurance, and probably a month of sleeping on the couch was in his mind a fair trade to finally having undeniable proof that there was in fact an afterlife. And that it kept getting involved in human affairs.

Of course it would have been better if he had snagged another one of the red creatures instead of a child who looked like he had been a victim of some genetic experiment. But he couldn't complain.

Something that couldn't be said for the woman he hoped to propose to once he got his well-deserved bonus.

"You sure this kid's a demon One? The creepy red thing I can see as being a hellspawn, but the kid? I dunno, kinda looks like he's just wearing a costume."

Having expected this kind of doubt, the male agent was fully prepared to explain his reasoning.

"Considering we have photos, shitting ones but photos nonetheless, of these things killing people with a kid present, I think that we have enough proof to convince the higher-ups that he's a demon. Though I admit that it's possible that the claws, horns, and scales are just a physical manifestation of a possessing Demon."

Earning a hum of consideration from Two, the former FBI agent reluctantly tore his attention away from his fierce-looking romantic partner and focused it towards his chief security officer.

"Those things are properly restrained right?"

Earning a nod from the man, Agent One could only sigh in relief as he was provided with all the measures they had taken to keep their 'guests' from going on another killing spree.

"Yes sir they are. We got steel restraints that have been blessed by a saint, magic circles made of salt to keep them in should they somehow break their bonds. AND we have the room's fire control system set up with holy water should everything go to shit."

Nodding his head in approval at this knowledge, One found himself frowning as Two asked a question that he had been meaning to ask himself.

"How the hell did you get that much holy water? Last I checked the Church was still refusing to treat us seriously."

Scowling as he remembered all the times the Church had refused to share their resources, despite having a common enemy, the brown haired agent made a mental note to reward his security officer since he managed to find a way to do things on the cheap.

"Oh that's easy. They got some sort of holy halfway house a couple of blocks over. Caught one of them heading to the park and we got to talking on how to get as much Holy water as we need."

Misinterpreting the man's look of disgust as having to actually rely on others for his job, One quickly sported his own frown of disapproval as he was presented with a solution that in all honesty should have been thought of years ago.

"Apparently all we have to do is get a Cross that was blessed by a priest, and just chuck it into the building's water system. Though I really didn't like paying the cost for it."

Flashing his partner a look of triumph, which meant that he missed his security's chief grumblings about needing to contact the British version of Chris Hansen, One found his smirk widening into a full blown grin as Two pointed at the two way mirror.

"Looks like our two demonic beauties are waking up. Why don't we go in and introduce ourselves?"

Nodding as he followed his partner into the interrogation room, One had to admit that he had not expected his captives to react as they did once they fully regained consciousness.

"What the..fuck! Why does my head hurt?"

"How the fuck show I know? I thought your kind of people didn't get hangovers."

"Via said we can. But that's only true if it's the good stuff. And that bar definitely didn't have the good stuff."

"So instead of spending the money I give you on a classy joint, you decide to cheap out on your first official date with my Looney?"

"It wasn't a date!"

"You got her boozed up enough to make her want to start stripping in front of a crowd of nobodies. In my books that's a date."

"That is NOT what happened. And what kind of pathetic loser would even think that?"

"The kind that signs your paycheck bucko! So if you wanna keep your job you better zip your hole."

"Please. Mom and Loona would kick your ass if you ever tried to do that. And I could always get Via to tell her mum that you're stealing from her."

"Hey anything that isn't nailed down, or locked in a safe, is just asking to be taken. And as for sicking your mommy on me, I'll have you know that I have a method of dealing with her."

"Try that and you're a dead man."

"Relax kid. I wasn't talking about killing her."

"….Then what were you talking about."

"Well since you asked, it has something to with getting her to suck on a certain spotted lolipo.."

"ENOUGH! YOU TWO ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PRISONERS! STOP TREATING THIS LIKE IT'S A JOKE!"

….

Turning his head to stare into the enraged expression of some blond chick who clearly had a thing for the Matrix series, Harry felt himself smirk as Blitzo moved to further infuriate their captor's.

"Oh is that what's happening? See I was kind of confused since there's nothing about this place that screams sex dungeon. You got the whole restraining thing going on, but the fact that I'm still wearing clothes, and the fact that you have a minor in the room, kinda made me think you had another thing going here."

Deciding to forget the previous conversation with his employer, if only because Blitzo was the only one he could currently count on if things got deadly, Harry could only roll his eyes as the MALE AGENT fell into the Imp's trap.

"SHUT UP! This isn't a sex dungeon. It's an interrogation room! One that's been designed to hold demons like you."

"I'm sorry did you say demons?"

Keeping his expression blank as he asked this question, for he knew that nothing pissed people off more than failing to show the proper reaction to a situation, Harry was largely unimpressed as he listened to the blond agent's reasoning.

"Don't try and be cute with us kiddo. We know you and your friend are creatures from Hell. He has red skin and a tail. You both have horns and have weirdly colored eyes. AND you go around killing people. Your both evil Demons!"

Tilting his head to the side, the bound Wizard wasted no time in proving that he was well versed in the art of trolling.

"So because we look different from you, and take on jobs that involve killing people, you decide that it's ok to call us names? I demand to speak with your superior because this sounds like a civil rights violation."

Smirking as his words caused Blitzo to cackle, Harry could only nod his head as the suit-wearing Imp took his turn at mocking their captors.

"Kid's got a point. Kidnapping and interrogating people just because their skin is a different color seems to be a little racist if you ask me. Makes me wonder what other backward policies you got going here. Cause I wouldn't be too surprised if Blondie has to take a pay cut just cause she can shoot a baby out of her."

Enjoying the look of rage that had come over his blond captor's face, Harry wasted little time in posing an argument that was similar to what his father would have pointed out if he was in his position.

"It's also rather rude to just assume a person's racial identity without asking. I mean, how would you like if I started calling you an American asshole when in fact your Canadian. Or called you a he when in actual fact you identity as a female."

Enjoying the rather prominent eye twitching that was currently going behind the male agent's sunglasses, Harry could only smirk as the blond one stupidly gave him more ammo in which to mock them.

"Then what are you?"

Briefly considering his options, the green-eyed wizard channeled his inner smartass and gave an answer that would probably annoy his magic teacher if he ever found out what he said.

For despite his generally easy going attitude, Stolas took the astrological arts very seriously.

"I'm a Leo"

His answer earning a bark of laughter from his fellow captive, Harry was a little put out by the agents lack of reaction.

Clearly his time spent amongst people of his age group was beginning to have an effect on his ability to deliver one liners.

Though luckily Blitzo was there to pick up the slack.

"Since you assholes are clearly new at this, mind if we order some takeout? If we're gonna be stuck here while you learn how to interrogate people the least you can do is get us some food. And I don't know about you, but I'm suddenly craving a pizza. How bout you Kid?"

Humming in thought as he considered the best way to answer that question, Harry soon nodded his head as he started into the incredulous expression of the female agent.

"Now that you ask, I wouldn't mind a burger. And here's how I want it done. Three well-done patties, lettuce, two tomatoes, three pickles, a touch of ketchup on the top bun, and a swirl of BBQ sauce and garlic mayo on the bottom. Also I want both buns to be smeared with garlic butter, and a single slice of mozzarella cheese to be placed on the middle patty."

Enjoying the sight of the woman's mounting frustration, Harry's smirk grew into a full out grin as Blitzo added to his earlier order.

"Might wanna go all out Kid since we don't have to worry about the bill. So I say lets add a bucket of chicken wings to that order, along with some fries, onion rings, a couple bottles of Pepsi."

While having no great love for fizzy drinks that didn't make him feel warm and fuzzy, Harry nevertheless shook his head as he critiqued his employer's choice of beverage.

"Why the hell do you want to drink that shit?"

"Because one, I left my coke stash at home. And there's no fucking way I'm gonna be drinking a Coke without improving upon the original recipe. And two, drinking a Pepsi reminds me of my Ex."

Deciding it was a waste of time to try and unravel this latest display of pettiness, Harry stifled a groan as the male agent proved to have no such hesitation.

"How the hell does Pepsi remind you of your Ex?"

Shaking his head, the green-eyed wizard had to admit that as far as reasons went, Blitzo could have come up with one that made little sense.

"Cause it involves some blond bimbo doing tricks just so she can keep pretending that her career isn't in the shitter."

Wisely keeping his mouth shut since he happened to be a Verosika fan, despite the nature of their first meeting, Harry was largely unsurprised by the male agent's reaction to there less than cooperative attitude.

"Shut up! Your our prisoners for christ's sake. So no pizza! No burgers! And NO PEPSI!."

At this Harry could only smirk.

"Then does that mean we can still get onion rings?"

Laughing as his comment sent the male agent into a screaming fit, Harry could only roll his eyes as the female one tried her best to repair their image.

"Don't let these Hell beasts get to you One. They act tough now. But lets see how long they hold out when we do this to them."

For a brief moment Harry felt a small pang of concern as he watched a small smirk flash across the features of the agent.

But that feeling quickly went away as soon as they made their move.

…..

"THIS is the best you fucks can come up with? I mean yeah being alone with the Kid is a bit of a nightmare."

"Fuck you Sir!"

"But it's nothing that a guy like me can't handle. Unless of course you assholes are gearing up for some sort of kinky sex play. At which point I gotta warn you I am NOT a gentle lover. You wanna play with this bad boy you better make sure all your holes are lubed up to the max."

Deciding not to comment on this rather disgusting suggestion, even if he shared the young Demon's abhorrence to such an offer, One could only smirk as his partner put the fear of God into their intern.

"This better work. It took a lotta money and favors to get you the stuff you needed. And if it turns out to be a waste, well lets just say that you'll get a chance to deal with these freaks on their home turf."

Chuckling as he watched the geek give his understandably nervous assurances, One felt his annoyance grow as their Demon prisoners appeared to be unaffected by the gas.

"Fucking christ Kid! If your gonna set off a smoke bomb at least have the decency to warn me first!"

"That wasn't me Sir!"

"Look if your gonna lie then at least make it believable."

"But I'm not lying!"

"Yeah sure. If your gonna bullshit a bullshitter at least try and sound convincing. Like that time I told your dad that a raccoon took a crap in the employee washroom when in fact I was the one who did it."

"What the….WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

"BECAUSE I MADE THE MISTAKE OF MISTAKING A MIGRAINE PILL FOR A LAXATIVE!"

Turning his head to berate the sweating geek for his failure, One was soon provided with evidence that perhaps his was too hasty in his judgement.

"Anyways it's not like it's my fault. The only reason why I needed those meds was because Loonie's developed a habit of playing my whore of an ex's music first thing in the morning. Something which I just know is your fault!."

"How the hell is it my fault?! Just because we snuck out to see a concert that one time doesn't mea.."

"You snuck out? I KNEW you were a bad influence on my Loonie!"

"It wasn't my idea! Via said that she….wait why the fuck am I telling you this?!"

"Hell if I know. You don't hear me blabbing about how I root through your parents' underwear when their not home. Why the fuck did I say that?"

Enjoying their confusion, as well as the realization that they were losing their ability to protect their rather embarrassing secrets, One could only frown as the mixture proved to be too potent for their captives.

For right as the red one started spilling some secret about hating some pathetic musical, both of the demons started to go glassy eyed as they began to foam from the mouth.

It would take some before they could continue the interrogation.

But One was determined that by the time they woke up from their little drug trip, they would provide all the information required to give D.H.O.R.K.S. the respect they rightfully deserved.

For the true threat to humanity wasn't drugs, terrorists, or corrupt politicians.

It was the creatures of Hell.

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ANNNNNND…Gonna end this chapter here :D

I know I know. It's a tad short…But it allows me to give this arc the time it deserves. So HOPEFULLY…my loyal and faithful readers can live with this lol.

And yes…that bit with the 'holy water'…was taken from John wic…I mean Constantine. But since I recently watched Spotlight…..yeah lol

Next chapter of course will see the viewpoints of the Rescue Team…AND the Drug trips of Blitzo and Harry. Something which I think has a great potential since I think Harry's subconscious will be more interesting than that of Moxxie's.

Blitzo's of course will remain more or less the same…with perhaps Loona making an appearance due to his fears of her abandoning him for a love interest. But for Harry…..will be interesting to see how his mind works.

I know that MALE AGENT AND FEMALE AGENT are not a couple…but Have seen fan art and fan stories that have them together…and I think it works.

Anyways…hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

Plz review. No flames

Til next time.