Crossed Out Love

On a Job

- What a good morning for a killing job, huh Mox? - Blitzø laughed derisively, watching the imp fan himself with his hand and control his breathing so as not to get so dizzy as he tried to look at an old map and then out of the window of the old and noisy bus they were going to.

They were all crudely disguised, in beige coats, dark glasses, and hats, clumsily concealing the weaponry they carried,

and, of course, their forms.

As always humans seemed completely absorbed in their own affairs to care about their presence.

Moxxie twisted a dissatisfied grin at her boss as he stroked his temples.

Beside him, Millie was snoring with a slightly open mouth, completely asleep on his shoulder, a trickle of drool wetting him and her head shaking at each bounce of the bus.

- Sir, - he said in an irritated sigh - I still do not understand why we travel here so loaded. We only have to kill one person, it was not necessary to come so armed. And for the same reason, couldn't the portal leave us directly in the direction provided by the client? ...

Blitzø stretched his legs, resting his feet on the back of the next row of seats, which was empty, and leaned back before answering.

- You don't get how portals work Moxx - he said with such brazenness that someone could really believe that he did know - And as for weapons, I am a careful boss and it is better to be prepared. That turtle asked us to make the customer suffer, so it is better to leave our options open. - He said taking out an electric drill.

Moxxie frowned and raised a finger seeking to be the voice of reason.

- Yes, but ... -

But what? - Blitzø interrupted - Better to be prepared for everything, wonya' learned anything from what happened to us before mmm? ... Or maybe I have to remind you when you fucked up with that satanist-blonde-Bitch and her family of Cannibals?... How did that time go for us, huh? - He said, smiling, all ironic and entertained in his mockery.

Moxxie sighed inwardly, patting his annoyed face.

- All I'm saying, sir, is that we could be penalized if we have unwanted casualties ...

Moxxie stopped, leaning back, Blitzø had started to mock him even more, making faces of what he was saying and opening and closing his hand as if it were a babbling beak.

-No one is going to report us Moxxie, and no one else is going to die, don't worry. Stop being a cry baby loser. Enjoy the trip, almost seem all your colours are coming back to normal now - The Imp boss noted, looking at the still sick face of the other freckled imp.

Like always Blitzo acted with the confidence (or stupidity) that characterized him while having fun at the expense of his employee.

The freckled imp rolled his eyes and did better than insist, studying the map of the area and looking outside as he tried to control his dizziness. That and review the plan:

...

They were heading to the luxurious mansion of a renowned doctor, Doctor Oliver Herd, who his client had reported would return from his vacation later that same day.

They had to start work very early, but this way, they had plenty of time.

The mansion was in a remote spot in the green hills. The rich man could afford all the luxuries, including leaving the house and its surroundings alone and almost completely unprotected.

For Blitzø all that information he had received before the job made things perfect. He loved those kinds of clients who had such a grudge that they would manage to remain obsessed with those who they wanted revenge against, as well as to get detailed information about exactly what was going on in their lives.