AN: A bit shorter then the rest of the chapters, but necessary. With Imp on fire updated twice, it's now time for me to update Turn Back Time twice before I return to this.

Russian translations are on the bottom.

Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel

"Moxxie, you're my husband, and I love you, but I'm this close to cheating on you for any one of these handsome fellas."

If it wasn't that Moxxie knew what his wife was talking about, he would have a panic attack. However, he couldn't help but agree with Millie upon what they were seeing. The two of them had been in the assassination business for quite some time but never before had they seen so many perfectly crafted weapons before. Every pistol, rifle, shotgun, and other assorted guns were in the main office lobby, all labeled and shined, with various armaments, designs, and features that it would take days just to try them all.

When the boss said he would get high-quality weapons for their task in avenging Prince Stolas, he really did get the best possible ones. Moxxie picked up a Sig Sauer P320 that felt both light and comfortable in his hands. He noticed the magazine clip was slightly bigger than usual, and the trigger was much faster to pull. It also had some hellish features like a flaming edge barrel that Moxxie was sure added a burning element to the bullets when they passed.

Nearby, Loona was polishing an X-Model .410 with a painted howling wolf designed at the gunstock. Noticing Moxxie staring at it, the hellhound gave a blood-lusting smile. "Gift from Sorokina. She had it personally designed for me. Can't wait to use this baby on our targets."

"You'll have plenty of time for that after we scope the place out first," Blitzo said as he walked into the room from his office. "So, I take it everyone is pleased by our new set of weapons?"

"Can I keep a few of them after we're done?!" Millie asked, picking up half a dozen of them and holding them like a mother would with her child.

"We'll see Mills," Blitzo said as he then motioned them to follow him into the meeting room. They all proceed to do so with the girls still carrying their guns. Blitzo had set up their big-screen TV to showcase a picture of the assassins' location. "This is the area that our targets are in. It's an abandoned warehouse complex in New Chicago City that was apparently used by Al Capone when he got sent here to Hell when he died on Earth. He used it to try and become the next Overlord of the city until he got whacked by Angels on Extermination Day thirty-one years ago. Since then, it's been a crack house until these fanatic guys moved in."

"We're sure this is the place?" Moxxie asked, raising his hand.

"We'll find out when we get there, but I trust Katya. If she says this is where the gun that assassinated Stolas was shipped to, then this is the place," Blitzo said as he put his hands down on the table. "This isn't going to be like our other jobs. We're going against a group of zealots who managed to kill a high tier demon. We might have powerful weapons and gear at our disposal now, but these guys should not be underestimated. The only advantage we have is that they don't know that we're coming for them, and we'll use that to slaughter them. Nevertheless, I don't want anyone here getting cocky and thinking this is in the bag."

"Yeah, whatever," Loona said, cocking her gun. "When do we go kill these assholes?"

"We're not going to kill them just yet," Blitzo stated.

"We're not?" All three said in disbelief.

"We're not," Blitzo repeated. "I know our normal M.O. is to go in, raise hell, and then leave, but we're going to do this smart, and we're going to do this right."

"And what's that going to be? No offense, but we're kind of an 'improve at the last second' kind of group," Millie pointed out.

Blitzo smirked as he pointed to an apartment building that wasn't too far from the complex. "First, we're going to be moving in close to our new neighbors. The place has been abandoned for years, and nobody goes into it. Plus, they often say if you want to hide from your enemy, then it's best to be up close and personal..."

A few days later, the I.M.P. team arrived at their new temporary HQ. The apartment building was a dump with nothing but graffiti, rats, and trash all over its floors. It took the team a full day to clean up the place inside to make it livable, but they also did their best to make sure it still looked like it was a piece of shit to ward off any unwanted visitors.

"We need to make sure that we keep the place looking as it is while adjusting it to the various needs we need in preparing our assault."

All four of them soon started dragging in various boxes inside one of the bigger apartment homes. Tables and chairs were set up in the living room as maps, photos, and a few computers were placed on top.

"Once that's done, the first thing to do is set up the utilities: Water, Power, and the Internet."

At the basement, Millie and Blitzo were working together to set up a personal generator to power up the place while Moxxie was tuning the pipes to try and get water to flow through. He accidentally leaked one of them into spilling brownish liquid into his face, which caused him to gargle on it and fall down in a mess of the shit looking water.

Loona was plugging in the modem and router up on their living floor while checking her phone to see if there was any connection. Once she got access to the online world, she soon started texting like no tomorrow.

"Once that's done, we start setting up surveillance, defenses, and other important needs to make sure we get nobody unwanted coming."

Blitzo added the last of the cameras to the stairs with a screwdriver in hand, where he looked into it and stuck out his tongue to an annoyed Loona who was watching the camera feeds on a laptop. Rolling her eyes, she switched the feed to show Moxxie and Millie carefully putting wall mines around the complex's back entrances.

Suddenly, one of the motion sensors was triggered in the front yard, and Loona looked at the security camera to see what it was. Turns out it was just a plain old white cat but had extra eyes and two tails with spikes at the end. Narrowing her eyes, Loona walked over to the room that they were using to hold all their guns, stored in weapon lockers or wall stands, and grabbed one of the sniper rifles nearby. She walked over to the window, aimed, and fired. A loud shrieking sound was heard before a smiling Loona returned to her seat with a smoking barrel.

"Next is reconnaissance. Once we're set up, we need to be watching these guys nearly all the time. We need to know how many, what they look like, what kind of demon types they are, what they are doing, and what areas look to be important. We want to make sure we get them all and not miss a single one."

Rubbing his eye, Moxxie sat in his chair looking through a pair of high powered binoculars on a stand. The direction he was looking in was the warehouse complex with the view in the back of their temporary HQ having a good view of the area. So far, each of the members of I.M.P. had been splitting the job of watching these guys equally, but sometimes Blitzo would take an extra hour or two on his shift. Having been watching them for four days, Moxxie could definitely say that these demons had to be their guys. He oversaw five demons target practicing on some homemade dummies while a tall green stick figure demon with thorns coming out of his body kept screaming at one imp who was terrible with his name.

Writing down what he saw, Moxxie then turned his lens to the right, where he saw a few new trucks being driven into a set of garages. These looked to be modified with heavy planting armor and mounted guns designed for assaults. Shaking his head, Moxxie wrote it down as quickly as possible. Based on everything he was seeing and that the others saw in their watching periods, it was clear the group was getting ready for another hit.

He only hoped they could stop it before it happened.

"Finally, we need to keep a low profile. So no wandering out and checking the local areas for entertainment. We're on the job here, and I expect everyone to treat it as such until it's over. No major cooking save for small meals. Most of our food is going to be take out."

The four were eating Chinese for dinner with little to no conversation being held. That was until Blitzo took one of his General Tso chicken and flicked it over to Moxxie, which landed on his face. The girls snickered at the sight of him covered in the sauce and bits of rice until he threw some shrimp lo ming at Loona. Growling, the hellhound threw a dumping at Moxxie, but he quickly used his wife as a shield.

Not too pleased by this, she dumped her egg noodle soup on his head, which caused him to accidentally plant fried rice on Blitzo's pants. Soon the four of them were all laughing and throwing their food at each other.

If there was one thing that Loona wished she had back at their old apartment, it was their shower. Because Blitzo didn't want to alert the water company about water flowing through the pipes of a place that was supposed to have no people, showers were to be kept to ten minutes maximum. Usually, Loona would say 'fuck it' and do what she wanted, but she had to be serious for once this time. She had never seen her adopted father look so intense that it almost scared her. Blitzo was a carefree and wild imp who did everything by his own rules most of the time. Sure, he could be professional if he wanted to, but he rarely did so. It honestly made being raised by him feel weird at times.

Not that she would trade being with him for anything in the world. He was her father, and she owed him so much for taking her in. Her phone alarm started ringing, much to her annoyance, as she turned off the shower. Grumbling, Loona walked out and started drying off her wet furry body with a towel before grabbing her evening shorts and bra.

Walking out of the bathroom, she saw Moxxie passing by with a warm cup of powdered milk (Blitzo didn't want them to use a fridge for some stupid reason). Nodding to him, the two walked in the same direction as Moxxie asked, "So, boss says tomorrow is going to be the day we hit them. Are you nervous?"

"Forty-five assholes who are so self-righteous that they make a megachurch city preacher look like a humble rural farmer? Honestly, I am going to dream of killing them in my sleep," Loona answered with a grin.

"Well, glad to know you and I have something to agree on for once," Moxxie said with a snort before taking a sip of his warm milk. "You know, I have to admit, the boss has surprised me with how he's been planning all of this. All this careful observation and preparation is quite a refreshing pace compared to what we usually do."

"You mean to use you as bait and kill the target while they chase after you?" Loona asked.

"Something like that..." Moxxie grumbled as he sunk his head in despair. However, he soon stopped walking, which made Loona pause as well. "Still...I am worried about something."

"What's that?" Loona asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, Blitz is so focused on avenging Stolas, which I fully support, but what happens when it's over?" Moxxie asked, which made Loona blink in realization as such a thought entered her mind. "I mean, I can't imagine things will just go back to what they used to be. Besides the question of whether or not we'll be able to keep the grimoire for our job, we also need to wonder what happens next in general. I mean, if we pull this off, we'll be assassinating or exposing the crimes of some very high profile demons in Hell. Some might see us as heroes, but others might see us as bad guys."

"Why would we be seen as the bad guys?" Loona asked.

Shaking his head, Moxxie pointed out the window where the radicals were located across from them. "Just because these guys have an extreme stance on a belief that the Hazbin Hotel system is causing Hell to be weak doesn't mean that there aren't those who believe such a thing and yet aren't extreme. Or have yet to fully cross the road into becoming such. You might even see friends, families, or supporters come after us to get retribution."

Loona hadn't actually thought about that. The assassination of Prince Stolas and various others had rocked Hell very severely. It exposed everyone that the elites were not as safe as they thought nor as invincible to the public they lorded over. Plus, while Loona had no opinion on the concept of redemption, she will admit it was nice that they didn't have to worry about the Exterminations year after year. A dark thought came back to her upon realizing that if demons lost faith in the new system, would the forces of Heaven lose confidence as well and bring back those dark yearly events?

Goddamnit, why can't things be simple? Loona thought to herself as she leaned against the decaying wall and sighed.

"Well, regardless of what happens, we're going to do it together as a family," Loona said, shaking her head. "Worst comes to worst, we can always use Dad's contingency plan of faking our deaths and moving to a rural area to become ranchers."

"Eh, I guess," Moxxie said before looking at Loona with surprise. "I'm actually kinda surprised you included Millie and me with the term 'family.' I thought you hated us?"

"I don't hate you," Loona said, rolling her eyes. "I just think you two are sometimes such spazs. Well, you actually. Millie's okay." Moxxie grumbled upon hearing this, but Loona looked down at him with a small smile. "But the only reason I make fun of you, Mox, is because you're so easily riled up. Sure, I just thought you and Millie were annoying all the time, but I've come to see you two as part of the...pack, I guess."

"Aww, that's sweet, Loona," Moxxie said, holding his hand to his heart.

"Besides, you make a good canon fodder when shit goes down," Loona said, walking away with a snicker.

"...Fuck it. I'll take what I can get," Moxxie answered before turning around the corner to head to him and his wife's room.

Loona was about to make for her room when she spotted her father still spying on the assassins with a cup of joe in hand. Sighing, she walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, Blitz. Time to sleep."

"Just another hour," Blitz said, leaning forward. "I want to make sure we're not missing anything."

"We're good to go, Dad," Loona said, picking him up by the underarms and forcing him to turn around. "You're no good to us if you're too tired to aim straight. So let's head to bed, alright?"

Blitzo looked ready to argue, but one glare from Loona made him shut up as he soon nodded. He was about to follow when his phone alerted him of a text. Quickly answering it, he soon typed it in a few times before putting it away. When seeing his daughter's curious expression, he replied, "Text from Octavia. She wanted to wish us good luck tomorrow."

"You two really have gotten close since Stolas's death," Loona pointed out.

"Well," Blitzo rubbed the back of his head. "I guess it's because I was so close to her father...and that I'm the closest thing she has to a father figure left in the world because of that? If it even makes sense?"

"Hmm, I guess it does," Loona answered after some thought.

"You're not jealous, are you?" Blitzo asked, worried. "I don't want you to think I'm trading you over her."

"Relax, Blitz, I'm not so shallow," Loona answered, shaking her head. "Besides, after what she's been through? I think you helping her out by being there for her is the right thing to do."

Blitzo nodded before walking towards the direction of his own bedroom. While Loona headed off on her own, she thought about how Octavia was suffering from the loss of her father and felt nothing but pity for her. It made Loona wonder if the situation was reversed, and it was Blitz that died instead of Stolas, would she be seeking to be closer to her father's lover? Moxxie and Millie would be there for her, but at best, she saw them as an uncle or aunt figure if she was really pushing it. However, Stolas was the one who loved Blitzo in a romantic sense. She quickly pushed such thoughts aside. She never wanted to experience a world where Blitz was gone forever, and she was left alone without him. She would kill whoever she needed to prevent such a world from happening.

After a good breakfast, Blitzo had everyone met in the living room, where they all stood ready for attention for today's big assault. In front of them, Blitzo had a giant whiteboard with three photos of different demons with the words "Possible Leader" in big red above them with arrows pointing to all three images. The first was a one-eyed horned demon around the size of an average human wearing black clothing, small devil wings, and an imp-like tail. The second was a lizard looking fiend with multiple pupilless yellow eyes and a second sharp mouth for its stomach. The third was a winged red hawk with black feathers at the tips that also had three eyes with a third on their forehead, while on his chest and face were demonic tattoos glowing in the photo.

"Okay, so we need to do three things before tonight's assault. First, we need to figure out who is the leader of this group. Based on our spying, I've rounded it down to these three guys. All of which are typical hellborn fiend level demons. The leader needs to capture alive, so we can get information on where the other terrorist cells are and find out who is backing them. The second issue is knowing where their important gear is." Blitzo pointed to a few key areas on a very bad crayon drawing of the warehouse complex that made the others wince. The others offered to draw it instead, but Blitzo assumed that they only offered to lighten his load. In reality, it was because his drawings sucked. "We don't want their guns and vehicles used on us, so ideally, we'll want to neutralize those ASAP. Finally, we need to scope out the place in person to get a better idea of what kind of security we'll be facing before all Hell breaks loose."

"So, what's the plan?" Millie asked, tilting her head. "Have one of us pretend to join up and scout out the place?"

"No, that would take too long, and from what we've seen, it looks like they're getting ready to do something big," Blitzo stated as he folded his arms. "Not just because they've constantly been drilling, but because we've seen it so crowded the past two days. It looks like they got everyone in their group here for whatever they're planning, so this is our best chance to take them all out in one swoop. Besides, it would look suspicious if they suddenly got a new member to join just like that."

"So, do you have a plan or not?" Loona asked impatiently.

"As a matter of fact, I do," Blitzo said with a smirk. "How good is your Russian, Mox?"

"Sir, this isn't going to work," Moxxie said in the passenger seat as he and Blitzo rode a large truck that the latter had rented just yesterday. The two of them were in matching grey jackets and military cargo pants, but that's where their similarities ended. Blitzo had a thick fake mustache and beard on his head, while Moxxie just had a fake beard and eyepatch. "These disguises aren't going to fool anyone! Plus, I don't speak Russian!"

"Relax, just say Да only, and most of them will just ignore you," Blitzo said as he turned towards the complex. "We'll be fine, and so will our surprise in the back."

Moxxie didn't have time to argue as they started getting closer to the complex's entrance. Two demons, one an imp and the other a leopard with black angel wings, held their hands up to halt the truck while nearby, a hellhound was aiming their heavy machine gun at the car in a self-made gunner nest.

The imp walked over to the driver's side of the truck as Blitzo faked a smile and leaned over to look down at the glaring imp. "Привет, good weather we having, Да?" Blitzo said in such a convincing Russian accent that Moxxie could hardly tell the difference.

"State your business. This is personal prosperity," the imp ordered while pointing his shotgun at Blitzo, who raised his arms.

"Relax. We hear to deliver more guns from Miss Sorokina," Blitzo lied with a big smile. "She said to deliver them like the rest have been, Да?"

"We heard nothing about this," The imp said, suspicious. "Nobody ordered any guns as far as I know."

"I just was told to deliver guns. Some guy paid for it or something. Rich man. I don't know," Blitzo said, shrugging. "Can I go in? Boss not like it when I don't complete job."

"...wait here," The imp said before he walked away and started talking into a walkie-talkie. Blitzo turned to Moxxie and winked at him while the smaller imp just started praying this would work out.

After a few minutes, the imp guard returned. "Head on it to the warehouse on the left. Slowly."

"Да," Blitzo said as he waited for the gate to open. Once he was clear, he started driving forward until he was able to turn left and made for an open warehouse garage door where a few more guards were waiting. Once he parked inside, Blitzo saw dozens of other crates around. Found our weapons storage.

Getting out of the car, Moxxie in tow, Blitzo found himself forced to stay still as two humanoid looking demons with the typical devil-like features searched him and Moxxie. The two waited until they were cleared and were allowed to move to the back of the truck. Waiting for them was the red and black feathered eagle that Blitzo had suspected as one of the three possible demons leading this group of assassins. Got our leader.

"You were told to deliver these...guns here?" The eagle demon asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Да, was told to deliver goods," Blitzo said before turning to Moxxie. "Ain't that right, Yakov?"

"Да," Moxxie said quietly to hide his weak accent.

"Hmm," The eagle demon looked at the truck and then nodded to some of the guards to open it. "Mind if we check what's inside?"

"Go right ahead," Blitzo said, motioning them to do as they please.

After getting the truck open, the assassins saw four crates inside. Smashing the lock off with their guns, the guards opened the box and looked inside. "Well?" the eagle demon asked.

"It's guns, Kern," one of them said as they took one of the assault rifles out and checked it. "Pretty good quality too. Expensive stuff."

"Hmm, I see," Kern, the eagle demon, said as he turned to Blitzo. "Who ordered this?"

"Don't know—some rich guy. I not get paid to ask questions. Right, Yakov?"

"Да."

After staring at Blitzo for a bit, Kern walked over to another imp guard and nodded. "Tell the guys to get the forklift and put them in the back of the room."

He then turned to Blitzo and nodded. "My thanks for delivering these. Please give my regards to your boss."

"Ничего, but before we go mind if I use bathroom? Need to piss badly," Blitzo said while rubbing his crotch area.

"Sure, it's the building to the right outside of here," Kern said, pointing outside.

"Да. Yakov, wait in the truck."

"Да," Moxxie said before making his way towards the truck. Once he was back in the passenger seat, he let out a breath he was holding. "Holy crap, that actually worked."

He looked out of his side mirror to see them getting a forklift to arrive to start hulling out the crates in the back. "I hope she's going to be okay..."

The moment Blitzo got outside, he made a beeline to duck under some nearby cardboard boxes for cover the moment he was sure nobody was watching. The bathroom excuse could only work so well, so Blitzo had to move quickly if he would accomplish his last task. Thankfully, the garage they stored their vehicles wasn't that far from his current location, so it was just a matter of skillfully dodging between objects such as lamps and parked cars to get to his targeted location. There were a few guards on the roofs as lookouts, but Blitzo avoided them well enough that they didn't suspect a thing.

Upon reaching the garage, Blitzo tried looking for a way in until, as fortune had it, a small window was halfway open. Pushing it gently, he climbed in and landed on all fours like a cat upon realizing that he wasn't alone. A snoring big demonic bear looking guy relaxed on his seat while lost in his dreams. Wiping the sweat off his brow with his tail, Blitzo slowly tip-toed out of the small room he was in and entered the garage.

There were over a dozen armored black colored vehicles and motorcycles inside. Each of them was armed with machine guns, heavy plating, and no license plates. Reaching into his pocket, Blitzo pulled out thick black patches with round centers in the middle. Each of them was actually a small plastic explosive that could be stuck to any surface and would activate when the detonator was pressed so long as it was in a three-mile radius.

Rushing forward, Blitzo started putting them in hidden locations on each vehicle in a place they couldn't be easily spotted. It also helped that that paint job for all of them was pure black like the patches. Once he had the last one settled, Blitzo was about to make his way back when he felt something trip his feet, and he fell to the floor while the wrench hed tripped on flipped into the air before landing on the ground with a loud series of clanks.

"Who's there?!"

"Shit..." Blitzo cursed as he rolled under one of the jeeps.

The demonic bear from the other room walked inside, magnum in hand, and started looking around for any sort of disturbance. Blitzo gulped as he saw the bear's feet come closer and closer to his location. The guard was checking inside every vehicle and around it for an intruder when he got to the jeep.

He checked around it, making sure nobody was around before pausing. Slowly, he knelt down and looked underneath...only to find nobody there. Grunting, he got back up and started checking the rest of the lineup. Blitzo, holding his breath as he gripped the side of the car opposite of the demon bear, let it out as he gently flopped to the ground before silently hurrying out the way he came.

"I'm back," Blitzo said as he walked back inside the garage.

"You sure took a while," Kern said, raising an eyebrow.

"Big burritos at gas stations. Make you gassy, you know?" Blitzo said, elbowing him at the side before he started making his way back to the truck. "Well, we go now. Have nice day."

"Wait," Kern said, which made Blitzo freeze in place. The eagle demon slowly walked forward as Blitzo turned around. Once they were inches apart, the eagle demon reached his hand out and held up. "Thanks for bringing this stuff. We'll be using it very soon, I can assure you."

"Ничего," Blitzo said before hurrying back to his driver seat. Once he got the all-clear to back up, Blitzo proceeded to do so. Blitzo turned the truck around in the direction they came in and started to drive out when they were fully backed out.

"Phew," Blitzo said with a heavy sigh of relief. "That was exhilarating." He then pressed his hidden mic against his ear and asked, "You good in there, Millie?"

"Yup, but don't call me until we're ready. I can hear some of them just outside my crate."

With Millie in place, the vehicles booby-trapped, and their 'alive' target identified all that was left was to wait until nightfall. Once it was midnight, the three members of I.M.P. who weren't hiding in a box were loading up and suiting up for their midnight assault.

They were dressed in black combat armor with bulletproof padding in their chest, arms, and legs. Each armor contained ammo and grenade holders and sheaths for bladed weapons. The only difference between the three was that Blitzo and Loona, who would be going in from the gate, had a set of night vision goggles nearby for use while Moxxie would be providing sniper support from the roof.

Loading up his FN SCAR with a fresh clip, Blitzo looked at his two teammates and nodded. "Ready?"

"Ready," They both said.

Reaching for his mic, Blitzo asked, "Millie, you ready?"

"Ready."

Taking a deep breath, Blitzo took his night vision goggles and nodded. "Then let's do it."

AN: If you are wondering why no action in this one, its because I didn't want to make this chapter super long. Next two chapters will have the raid.

Russian Translations:

Да = Yes

Привет = Hello

Ничего = No problem