[Helluva Boss] The Hybrid Lost In Hell

Wrong Place Wrong Time

as the day slowly went by in the IMP office, Loona would sit at the front desk, bored out of her mind.

Loona: Why doesn't anything fucking interesting happen here?

Y/N: Maybe it's just one of those days. Wanna go see if we can grab a bite to eat?

Loona: It beats sitting here all day.

Loona would knock on Blitzø's office door.

Blitzø: Yeah?

Loona: Hey, me and Y/N are going to go grab a bite. Is that cool?

Blitzø: Sure, looney! Just make sure you are back by the time we close.

Loona: Or can we meet you at home?

Blitzø: That works too.

Loona: Thanks; we'll see you at home.

Blitzø: Be safe; it is hell after all.

Y/N: We will be; don't worry.

As you and Loona left the office, you'd walk downtown to a local burger place.

Loona: So, do they think they can handle any jobs that come up?

Y/N: With how slow it's been, I doubt they'll get anything.

Loona: That's not what I asked.

Y/N: Sorry, but I think they will be fine. I mean, they used to do it this way daily, right?

Loona: It's also Blitzø we're talking about.

Y/N: Loona, I'm sure they will be okay. Let's enjoy our day off, okay?

Loona: Okay..

Meanwhile, at the office, Blitzø would be sitting by the phone, patiently waiting for someone to call.

Moxxie: It's not going to ring, sir; we're in a dry spell for work.

Millie: I dunno, mox. It could be any minute before it rings.

The phone would begin to ring, Blitzø giving a smug look to Moxxie.

Blitzø: You're saying?

Moxxie: It was luck—a random chance at best.

Blitzø: You've reached the Immedate Murder Professionals! Who do you want dead and gone?

Client: Me and my partner were shot and killed by someone. His name is Gerald Scott, and he was a government agent. Some of his family members were worried about his well-being and asked us to go check on him.

Blitzø: Yeah, yeah, he's crazy shit like that. What's his location?

Client: He's located in the Washington State Forest; he had a lodge up there that he used as some sort of base; he shot us from a window, so don't approach it directly.

Blitzø: Listen here, fucker, you got killed doing YOUR job, so don't try to tell me how to do mine!

Client: We can pay $25,000 for the job; is that good enough?

Blitzø: I apologize for my outburst. We'd be happy to resolve your unfinished business. Would you like any special requests~?

Blitzø would be making a stupid face, clearly mocking the clients. As Millie giggled a bit, Moxxie worried about Blitz potentially blowing the offer.

Client: Just kill him, nothing more, nothing less.

Blitzø: Gotcha, I'll send you the banking details and payment upfront, or I'll hunt your asses down and send you to the afterlife! Thank you.

Blitzø would hang up the phone, smiling.

Moxxie: Sir, there is no "afterlife." It's just nothing.

Blitzø: I know, but I've always wondered how that threat would sound.

Millie: So, we're going to Washington?

Blitzø: Yup.

Moxxie: Oh wow, Washington—a place filled with drug addicts, corrupt politicians, and bears.

Blitzø: There's a bear in Washington?

Moxxie: The rural forests have them, and if this guy lives in the state wilderness, we could potentially see one.

Millie: Well, that'll be fun to kill!

Moxxie: If you want to deal with game wardens, yeah, let's just get this guy and get home.

Millie: Hun, are you okay?

Moxxie: I just don't like this job; he took down two officers like nothing, apparently. What if he's one of those doomsday preppers?

Millie: Then we get to enjoy the spoils of his doomsday!

Blitzø: Good one, Millie.

Blitz would take the grimoire out, making the portal

Moxxie: Alright, let's make sure it's a quick and clean job, okay?

Blitzø: The fuck are you mox, my dad? Jesus, just get in the fucking portal!

He'd grab Moxxies collar, throwing him in the face first as he landed in the dirt.

Moxxie: ACK! What the hell was that for, sir?!

Millie and Blitzø would step through the portal.

Blitzø: Wow, talk about a long driveway?

They'd all look ahead, seeing flashing red and blue lights far up the dirt road ahead.

Moxxie: Stay on the road. If it's safe for them that far, it'll be safe for us.

As they began to walk, they'd pass a rolled-over police cruiser, the drivers having long since died from rifle rounds through the windshield.

Millie: Maybe, uh, stay closer to the trees, guys. They didn't have much luck on the road.

Moxxie: I agree.

Blitzø: You two need to grow up; it's just a fucking human who got lucky, that's all.

As they got closer to the house, they'd find a SWAT van, with large, nearly fist-sized holes having been punched through the van. The driver was face down on the wheel as the lights continued to flash.

Moxxie: Lucky, sir?

Blitzø: Uh, yeah.

Blitzø would seem hesitant to pass the van, soon continuing to see most of the SWAT officers laying dead near the front gate, not having even breached the perimeter, a couple spare rifles apparently having been taken with them as each body had their rifle, but there would be two extra guns. Meanwhile, Gerald would be watching carefully through his binoculars.

Gerald: I knew it. I knew they would come. They can try to kill me, but I'm ready for them, not like that bitch Karen or any of those fucking idiots! I WILL LIVE.

He'd quickly rush to his rifle, raising the scope as he began waiting for them to enter the range he was dialed to.

Moxxie would push the gate open, seeing the police car and two dead bodies of the clients, rushing over as he used it for cover.