Helluva Boss

S2 E5: Unhappy Campers

Part One: Millie Finds Her Way

Blitzo shoved open the door to the I.M.P. office, a grumpy look on his face. His face was muddy and his clothes were dirty and torn, with lavender-colored leaves from bushes. Moxxie and Millie had been talking to a client at their desk when all three froze to stare at Blitzo.

"Sir, what happened to you?" Millie wondered out loud.

Blitzo slouched past the Hel-9000 fax machine printer and past the picture with a stick figure Blitzo with a gun and a pink pony.

Moxxie stood up. "Sir! There's a client here who wants to..."

Blitzo ignored him and stomped straight into his office, slamming the door.

Millie chuckled nervously, turning to the visitor. "I'm sorry, you were saying?"

Their client was a tall aquatic sinner demon with a torn short white shirt and a green piece of a yin-yang symbol as a necklace. He had gray skin, finned fingers, and dark-teal long hair that looked like seaweed. He had dark long pants, dark shoes and his chest glowed teal blue and watery. One of his eyes glowed neon green, his teeth sharp. Formerly on Earth, he had been a regular man with white skin and long dark hair.

"Well, it's just that I'm sure one of the other camp counselors killed me. I'm just not sure which one," he said with a shrug, hands out.

"How could you not know?" Moxxie asked, raising an eyebrow.

The aquatic demon continued. "I was out on the lake when my boat started to sink. Someone had drilled holes in it. The counselors are the only ones with keys to the boathouse, and they're the only ones who knew I couldn't swim. It had to be them."

"Hmm, we don't typically do investigations," said Moxxie, "I'll have to check with the boss."

Moxxie opened Blitzo's door. "Uh, pardon moi, sir."

Blitzo glared at Moxxie as he flipped through address files on a rotary.

"Not now, Mox."

"Sir, there's client that needs us to investigate his death and we don't usually..."

"No tiiime," Blitzo replied.

Moxxie rubbed his neck. "But sir, we really need the cashflow, and I was thinking maybe..."

"What part of 'NO. FUCKING. TIIIIIME.' do you not understand?!" Blitzo yelled, facing Moxxie. "Just handle it yourself."

"You want me to lead? On a hit?"

Blitzo seethed and slammed his hands on the desk. "I swear on all that is evil, Mox, if you aren't out of my office in negative three seconds..."

"Yooou GOT IT, SIR!"

Moxxie slammed the door and then turned back around to Millie and the client.

"We'll take the case!" he beamed. "And I'll be handling this investigation personally!" He jabbed a thumb to himself.

"Honey, are you sure? What about Blitz?" asked Millie, gesturing to the door.

"Honey, honey, please. Blitz put me in charge this time."

"He did?!"

Moxxie narrowed his eyes and Millie quickly added, "Oh! I mean, he...HE DID!"

"Right!" said Moxxie to the client. "And this is going to be the cleanest, most well-prepped, most surgical hit we've ever had! Don't worry, sir! We'll find your killer and give him what's coming to him. And/or her...or they."