Healing Blitzo

Coming to Terms

"My entire gang is dead!"

Tyson raised an eyebrow. "I can see that."

The Gang Leader of the Scarhorns was looking ready to rip him apart, but Tyson wasn't bothered by the idiot in front of him, who could easily wipe him out in less than a second. He and his men were just setting up and clearing out the first few rooms of the research facility when the Scarhorns arrived broken, bloody, and few in number. To be honest, he hadn't expected them to actually kill his brother, but he had hoped they would kill his wife or her inbred family. But apparently, they were more prepared than he thought and had to admit that his brother picked quite the wife.

"You didn't tell us that a fucking Goetia Prince would get involved! We're crazy but not stupid! Going up against something like that? You might as well get me to try and hug an Exterminator!" Boss cried out while looking a bit disheveled. His remaining boys weren't any better, with some leaning on each other for support.

"I didn't think it was relevant. I honestly didn't think he'd get involved at all," Tyson said with a shrug. "A small oversight on my part."

"A small oversight?! I only got ten men left! Our reputation will be ruined once word of this gets out!" Boss shouted as he looked ready to strangle Tyson, but he paused upon seeing the numerous Imps around him armed and prepared to take action should their leader give the signal. The huge Imp growled before stepping back. "Just give us our fucking money. I don't want anything to do with whatever the fuck you are doing."

"Very well," Tyson said as he reached for the black suitcase next to him and handed it over. "Use it well. Thank you for your service."

Swiping it, the gang boss opened it and saw the cash before nodding. He motioned for his gang to get on their bikes, and they started heading out down the road. The sounds of their motorcycles driving through the dirt roads got fainter over time. Tyson waited a few minutes before checking his watch. "Three. Two. One."

A huge explosion was then heard, with the smell of burned machines, gasoline, and rotten flesh following after. Turning to the worker beside him, Tyson ordered, "Take a team and ensure there aren't any survivors. If there are, just kill them. We'll send a team to clear the roads soon after."

The worker saluted and motioned his group to follow him to one of the jeeps. Tyson sighed as he waved his hand at the others to get them back to work. Well, little brother. You managed to survive again without any loss. It seems I will have to try harder.

However, that would have to wait for another day. Right now, his main focus is to get this building up and running before he can go through with his real plan. Truthfully, his only focus should be on the mission at hand, just like he was trained to do. But Moxxie hadn't just ruined the Organization he was made to serve and protect. He destroyed their family. Countless of their siblings were dead, and their parents were locked up beyond his ability to find or free them.

He was about to head inside when his phone rang. He looked at it and raised an eyebrow. The number was unknown to him, which was surprising since very few knew Tyson's number. Despite a part of him warning of this, he couldn't help but answer. "Hello?"

"Is this ACDD-110109200512?"

Tyson was now fully alert that someone knew his official number.

"Who is this?"

"Someone who taught your parents everything they knew."

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