Author's note:
Trigger warning for blood, violence, and civil unrest
I hope I don't hurt, trigger, or offend anyone with this chapter. Especially with what's going on in Israel and Gaza right now, as well as all the other conflicts going on all over the world. I understand how serious a topic this is, and I hope everyone stays safe and the conflicts are resolved soon. I planned this out long in advance as just a funny thing, so the timing is unfortunate but I decided to continue with it anyway. Please understand that this is a work of fiction, a goofy little fanfiction, not meant to be taken seriously or reflect on any real persons or events.
Working as an assassin for hire takes you to a lot of interesting places. All around the world, people are dying all the time, constantly. And those unlucky fellows who piss off someone who died and went to hell, could be doing anything when they get a contract for their heads. IMP has killed people swimming, sleeping, having s*x, in prison, and just going about their daily routines. Every job took them somewhere new. And this one just happened to take them to what looked like a warzone.
"Oh, ****** on a stick, how are we gonna navigate through this mess?" Blitz looked around at all the shipping containers, crumbling concrete buildings, and graffiti.
"At least we can carry guns around and look normal. I might have to leave my battle ax behind though . . ." Millie said thoughtfully.
"Well, we'd better f**king hurry. Our target could be killed any minute, and we gotta make sure it's our bullet going through their head, you hear me? This is the first client in weeks so it is our top priority to make him so happy he's willing to twerk for us. Now, we're going to have to split up. Is everyone armed?" Blitz held a large rifle, crouching behind a half of what used to be a wall.
M & M took out their own guns, "Locked and loaded, sir."
"Then, let's go kill this f**ker!" He jumped over the wall and they all spread out.
People shouted and screamed from all directions. Blitz watched a group move past, all hunched over and diving for cover. He hid behind a wall, inspecting each one to see if they matched the description, and as he was doing so, his phone played a notification sound at full volume.
"What was that?" one of the humans shouted and Blitz had to run for a new hiding spot in a shipping container.
"***damnit, how could I forget to turn the sound off? " He thought to himself as he got his phone out. He had believed he was fine but that dream had really put him off his game today. His finger hovered over the do not disturb button when he saw the notification.
New reply from Trent
Reply? Not just a message? Oh, f**k, his memory was fuzzy but he seemed to remember drunkenly texting someone something last night. Hopefully it was just a d**kpic and not something actually embarrassing.
Something hit against the wall of the shipping container, and Blitz was running again, still holding his phone. Kneeled next to some barrels, he scrolled up to see what he had sent.
Hey sweeet thaanmg
I rhink ur kool bud it doznt madder cuz
ill scruw it up sunhow. i ruim evarythinmg
guud so u shuld prolly stay as far away frum
me as u can.
Blitz groaned to himself. That was so much more embarrassing than a d**pic. He braced himself to read the reply.
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