The Pompous and The Prick

Chapter 6: Intervention and a Double Take

Loona heard a knock at the door. She groaned and made the person wait for a few minutes while she sat at the receptionist desk with a cigarette. Eventually though, she stood up, stretched, and went to see who it was. It was the old imp butler from Stolas's place again, holding the book. "Good afternoon, I am here to deliver-" He began. She grabbed it from him, and without a word closed the door in his face. Then, she headed to the conference room.

"Sir, are you sure this is safe?" Moxxie was standing against a wall with an apple balanced between his horns.

"Yeah, sure, of course, Mox. I saw it in a human movie, once." Blitz was carefully leveling a double barrelled shotgun at him from across the head of the conference table.

"A HUMAN FILM?!?! Sir, you do realize that those are notorious for being unrealisTIIIIIIIC!!!!" Moxxie screamed the last bit as he crouched and a bullet lodged in the wall above his head.

"Aw, Mox, you moved! You hafta hold still if I'm gonna make some bad*ss applesauce." Blitz readjusted the gun.

"Sir, I'd really like it if I could be excused from this training exercise." He begged.

"Sorry, Mox. Maybe next time, don't call your boss a chicken and then have karma hit you and hafta take a whole week off of work for some dumb*ss chicken pox." Blitz grinned mischievously.

"You're still on that?!! Millie was the one who suggested you were a chicken in the first place!" He pointed to where she sat.

"Sorry, Babe!" She said, before sipping her coffee and enjoying the show.

"WOW, Moxxie, trying to use your wife as a scapegoat. I would have thought you were above that. Now, don't move!" Blitz rolled his eyes and got ready to shoot again.

"Blitz!" Loona kicked the door open with a loud bang and Blitz pulled the trigger, which luckily hit the apple. Moxxie looked about ready to p*ss himself.

"Now, that wasn't so bad was it, Mox. What is it, Loony-toony?" Blitz turned to look at her.

"We got the book back." She held it out to him while pulling out her phone.

Blitz hopped up on the table, "Woo! F*ck yeah! Time to kick some TERF *ss! You got the description from the client, Mills?"

Millie pulled out a little notepad, "Got it right here, Boss."

"See, Moxxie, that's what we call being a team player. Let me just grab supplies from my office." Blitz grabbed the book from Loona who was looking at her phone and ran into his office.

Blitz was about to set the book down on his desk, when something slipped out of it and fell onto the floor. He picked it up to find it was an Envelope with his name on the front, and a wax seal with a fancy *ss crest. He rolled his eyes and put it in one of his desk drawers. If Stolas wanted to talk to him, he knew where to find him. And with that he grabbed some more knives and guns, and left; forgetting about the letter entirely.

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A new dawn had broken, and Millie's eyes were glowing with an intensity never before witnessed by a living soul. She glared with a scowl on her face that made grown men cower in fear. Any moment now, her opponent would break and kneel before her.

"Millie, honey, I find your stare to be very captivating, but my pieces aren't going to be captured unless you move your knight somewhere." Moxxie tried to say it without enraging her further.

The chess table was almost entirely empty of white pieces; only Millie's knight and the king remained, "She is a ruthless killer, and she will not give in to your reign! No matter how many enemies she faces, no matter how many of her brothers and sisters lay dead on the battlefield, she will never bow down to your tiny nippled king!" She slammed the table with her fists and was foaming at the mouth.