Hell's Redeemer

Chapter 28

At IMP headquarters, the atmosphere was tense. The team sat around the cluttered office, eyes on Blitzo, who stood by the planning board, clearly agitated. Everyone already knew the stakes. This wasn't about money-they weren't getting paid for this one. This was about survival, and more importantly, it was about paying off a debt they owed to Spawn. The time they almost killed him for Velvette? Yeah, this was them trying to fix that.

Blitzo cleared his throat, tapping the whiteboard. "Alright, gang. Let's cut the crap and get real. We owe Spawn, and now he wants us to dig up dirt on Vox, Valentino, and Velvette."

Moxxie, sitting with his arms crossed, frowned. "We know that, Blitz. What we don't know is how the hell we're supposed to pull this off without getting our heads blown off by three of the most powerful Overlords in Hell."

Blitzo scowled. "Well, if you've got a better plan, Moxxie, I'm all ears. But until then, we're gonna have to figure it out because the alternative is that Spawn comes after us, and I, for one, am not interested in getting obliterated by him."

Millie nodded enthusiastically, her usual optimism shining through despite the dire situation. "We'll do what we always do! We'll find a way. I mean, we've fought some real tough demons before!"

Loona, from her spot at her desk, scoffed. "Yeah, but this isn't just any demon, Millie. It's Vox. Valentino. And Velvette. They've got power, influence, and a whole lot of resources we don't have."

Blitzo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I know, Loona. I'm aware this is a suicide mission. But we don't have a choice. We owe Spawn, and this is the price we have to pay for that little mix-up when Velvette hired us."

Moxxie rubbed his temples, clearly stressed. "I get that we owe Spawn, Blitz, but we're talking about some serious Overlords here. Vox is practically the tech king of Hell. Valentino's got an empire of vice, and Velvette... she's unpredictable. We can't just waltz in and think we'll get away with this unnoticed."

Blitzo slammed his hands on the desk, fed up with the back-and-forth. "Well, Moxxie, we don't exactly have the luxury of waltzing away from this either! We screw this up, and it's not just Spawn we have to worry about. It's them. All of them. So unless you want to spend eternity dodging Overlords and Spawn, we're gonna have to suck it up and figure out a way to get this done."

There was a pause as everyone took in the reality of the situation.

Millie, always ready to back her husband but eager to support the team, placed a hand on Moxxie's shoulder. "We'll find a way, Mox. We always do."

Moxxie sighed but nodded. "Yeah, I know. I just hope we can get through this without attracting more attention than we already have."

Blitzo, finally getting back to the board, started scribbling furiously. "Okay, here's the plan. Loona, you're gonna track Vox's movements. See if there's any digital footprint or surveillance we can tap into."

Loona shrugged. "Yeah, fine. Just as long as I don't have to deal with Valentino. That guy gives me the creeps."

Blitzo continued, pointing at Moxxie and Millie. "Moxxie, Millie-you two are gonna crash one of Valentino's parties. Blend in, look inconspicuous, and figure out who's got the dirt on him."

Moxxie raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly do we 'blend in' at a Valentino party?"

Millie grinned. "We'll manage. Just gotta keep our heads down and act like we belong."

Blitzo nodded. "Exactly. Now, Velvette... she's the wild card. I'll deal with her. She's the one who put us in this mess to begin with, so I'll see what I can do to get some info on her without setting off any alarms."