[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.