Arséne Lupin of Hell. (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss )

303's Day

October 13th 20XX

303 (AKA Tree.) had been called by I.M.P for some helping on their company van. Since the partnership between Arsene and Blitz had been official, they've had a interesting benefits of the deal. One being among weapon maintenance and monthly supplies of ammo, both sides sharing profits of jobs where money was either bloody or stolen. Neither money is clean, but, it is hell.

As to why or how 303 is working with the I.M.P. van.

Hours earlier.

303 was at the Weapons tree, working on some Tompson submachine gun, the rest were dealing with some various clients and their cars, thought it best where they can handle it on their own without 303's help. His work on the Tompson's magazine was getting nowhere, classics are often hard to repair. 

His cellphone rang near by, braking 303's concentration that was leading to his frustration. He looked to see it was I.M.P's number, Arsene had put in their number for 303 in case they called; 303 was quite upset when he learned Arsene had his phone...that was to be in his pocket.

303: Answers. Weapons tree, what gift do you wish?

Blitz: Heh, clever wordplay. We need some help with our van. Its...hissing.

303: Did you check your radiator?

Blitz: ...Yes.

303 sighs from hearing the pause, figuring out that Blitz may not have a lick of what to do with a vehicle.

303: I'll be there shortly, see what the absolute here you did with it.

Blitz: Fucking Fantastic, we'll see you there.

303 came over to I.M.P with his truck, he parked close by to wonder what problem there was with IMP' van.

303: Walks over. Okay walking mayhems, what sort of trouble did you put your van in-HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

To 303 surprised, he saw the van riddled with holes; headlights shot or missing; engine was showing smoke. He nearly hurled out the sight of the van being in such a state. 

303: What the hell happened to this van?!

Blitz: What the fuck is the matter with you? Just-

303: nononono, you explain the absolute fuck happened to this poor van or I walk the hell out of here.

Blitz: Now look the fuck here you-

Moxxie: Sir, don't piss off the hellhound who's fixing the our van at a reasonable price.

Blitz: Re-Reasonable?! We haven't been told of the price when he's done.

Millie: Oh come on, Blitz, he's a friend of Arsene. If he hadn't given us the number unless he didn't give us one where he can trust.

Blitz: Oh no yeah, sure. Arsene trusts him. I just don't think he trusts us.

303: Still here numb nuts.

After a lengthy and colorful dispute, 303 went to work on the van. Close by was a mixtape and cd  stereo player; a gift from Arsene when the two were getting know with one another. There was one where Arsene had brought from the human world, though, 303 had stocked in with some in hell. He was working on some that were known; Imp Rapper Travis McCoy, R&B Hellhound RJ, and last but not least, Verosika Mayday. 

Though, when the hours have taken over, and hearing the songs more so than he would've wanted, 303 went to one where Arsene had given him. To a song where...hits a tad closer to home.