Helluva Lifestyle

Western Energy

Roxanne's POV:

I.M.P. & I are in the van as Blitzø's phone rings with a call from Stolas.

Blitzø: 'Oh, shit. Can you get that, Roxie?"

Me: "Stolas, it's really not a good time. Blitzø's driving."

Stolas: "I'm sorry it's a bad time yet again, Roxie Darling, but, um, I seem to have found myself in a bit of a sitch. I'm tied on the back of a horse at the moment."

Blitzø: "Pfft, lucky bitch."

Stolas: "Um, well, no, rather unlucky. I seem to have been stolen by that little cowboy friend of yours.

Blitzø: "Oh, which one?"

Moxxie: "How many cowboys do you know? What does he look like, your highness?"

Stolas: "Mm, sexy?"

Moxxie: "That's Striker!"

Blitzø: "Oh, for fuck's sake! Can't you just get away? Aren't you powerful?"

Stolas: "I believe he has me bound with blessed rope, which limits my ability to free myself, I'm afraid. So, I think you two should come save me."

Me: "I'll be there as soon as I can. I just need to drop Blitzø & Loona off in Sloth."

Blitzø: "We're literally on our way to take Loona in for her very important Hellbies S-H-O-T."

I gently pet Loona's fur with my free hand as she dons a nervous look.

Blitzø: "It takes years to book an appointment at this place. It took 5 for me to get this one. And she's been doing a lot of fieldwork, so, you know, she needs it."

Stolas: "Oh, ha ha, well, I do agree that is very important, but I-"

Striker: "Would you shut up already? I can hear you, by the way."

Me: "Striker, I swear to Satan, if you hurt a feather on his head, I'll-"

Striker: "Don't worry about your lanky birdie. He's in good hands."

Striker laughs as he ends the call.

Me: "Goddamn it."

I switch seats with Blitzø, move the clutch forward, and speed down the highway with my teeth grit in anger.

Blitzø: "Roxie, you've never dealt with Striker before. You can't go alone."

Millie: "She's not going alone. Moxxie & I are goin' with her."

Blitzø: "Ok, are you two sure you've got this?"

Millie places a red cowboy hat on Moxxie's head.

Moxxie: "We can do it, sir. Together, we're a lethal combo. And Millie & I have a score to settle with that dickhead."

Blitzø: "All right, well, hurry. Stolas sounds like he might be in real shit this time."

I pull up to the hospital as Blitzø grabs Loona and carries her overhead.

Blitzø: "And knowing that guy's aesthetic, my money's that he's in Wrath. Now, get your asses down there and look for some cowboy crap or something. And Roxie, be careful."

I nod as I speed out of the driveway toward Wrath.

{Time skip}

I pull up to a gas station in the desert to refuel the van and gather intel on Striker.