Headaches & Hazbins: Book 1: New Kind of Life, New Kind of Hell

Chapter 5: Workaholics

A Month and A Half Later...

Jerry: Alrighty, that should be everything.

[Jerry sets down a large wooden crate onto the ground in front of him. He also seems to have set it down in front of another demon. They both seem to be in a large alleyway, or driveway with a metal garage door at the end. Around Jerry and the other Demon are about half a dozen other demons who seem to be keeping an eye on the situation and the area around them. None of them seem to be hostile towards Jerry, he looks pretty calm right now with his normal bored expression. Jerry then grabs the lid of the wooden crate and rips it off. He leans the lid next to the crate. The Demon in front of Jerry walks up to the crate and inspects the contents. He grabs a knife from inside the crate and inspects it, it seems to have been made for fighting. He looks at the knife then back at Jerry.]

Jerry: Something wrong?

[The Demon holding the knife flips it around grabs it by the blade. He turns towards one of the demons guarding the area and nods at them. The demon he nodded at picks up what appears to be a wooden target and holds it in front of himself. The Demon with the knife pulls his arm back and throws the knife at the demon holding the target. But instead of hitting the target he misses and hits the demon on the shoulder.]

Target Demon: *Pain* AWH! FUCK!

[The Target Demon falls to the ground in pain and clutches his shoulder. A demon standing next to him looks at him, then looks at the Demon who threw it.]

Demon: Nice throwing boss!

[Jerry looks at the demon then at the Demon who threw the knife.]

Jerry: You do know these knives aren't made for throwing. Right?

Demon Gang Boss: I know, just checking. *Chuckles*

[The two look at each other.]

Jerry: Sooo... We have a deal?

Demon Gang Boss: Yep. Just wanted to be sure the goods were worth the price.

Jerry: They always are. Now, where's my money?

Demon Gang Boss: Calm your shit we got it.

[The Demon Gang Boss snaps his fingers. A demon behind him walks up to the two with a lockbox in his hands. He hands the lockbox over to the Demon Gang Boss, the Boss then hands it over to Jerry who takes it. He pops open the lockbox by pushing a button on it. Inside are a few stacks of cash. Jerry grabs one of the cash stacks and inspects it.]

Demon Gang Boss: Something wrong?

[Jerry flicks through it and places it back into the lockbox.]

Jerry: No, just checking to make sure it's clean.

[He closes the lockbox and holds it by the handle next to him.]

Demon Gang Boss: Great! Pleasure doing business with ya weaponsmith!

Jerry: I have a name ya know.

Demon Gang Boss: Yea, yea, whatever. Oh! One more question!

Jerry: What is it?

[The Demon Gang Boss points to his right.]

Demon Gang Boss: Who's that guy annnnnnd why is he trying to blow himself up?

[The two look to their out of the alleyway and towards the street. There they see about six demons all standing around a barrel in the middle of the street. One of those demons happens to be Asher, he's the closest one out of all of them to the barrel. Asher places a bottle of water on the barrel and unscrews a cap on the top of it. He then reaches into his back pocket and takes out a road flare and a lighter. He looks around at the other demons near him.]