The Chicago Phenix

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3rd person POV:

(Y/n) and his companions were nearing the windy city when they received a call.

Already knowing who it was, (Y/n) answered with an annoyed sigh.

(Y/n): What do you want

Evelyn:(on phone) To check up on you. You never call.

(Y/n): I hate words. Violence is more fun.

Evelyn:(on phone) If only everyone was as fluent as you are in violence, I'd make a killing.

Evelyn:(on phone) Anyway, besides enjoying your fight with that wall of muscle, I came to tell you what to do next.

(Y/n): Ugh... There are more things I have to do?

Evelyn:(on phone) Stop complaining, you sound like a child.

(Y/n): Stop bitching me, you sound like a bitch.

Evelyn:(on phone)...(sigh)

Evelyn:(on phone) (mumbles) You had one job April... Did I teach you nothing about being a mother...?

(Y/n): What the hell did you just say!?

Evelyn:(on phone) That I love you, my grandson.

(Y/n): That's what I thought- Hey, wait!! Take that back, you useless prostitute!

Evelyn:(on phone) We've strayed from the topic at hand.

Evelyn:(on phone) You want your jacket? There are four locations.

Evelyn:(on phone) There is a ticket in each of them. One for you and the other three for your friends.

Evelyn:(on phone) Get them, get dressed nicely, then we'll meet up.

(Y/n): What's with this scavenger hunt BS? Let's just end this-

(Click, beeeeeeeeep)

(Y/n):..... I hate her so much...

(Opening theme)


Arriving at a bar in Chicago, (Y/n) gets out of the car and tells his companions...

(Y/n): I'll get the ticket here. You three go get the other three.

Leona: You sure?

(Y/n): I'm sick of playing her games. There sickeningly boring.

(Y/n): I want this to end as soon as possible.

Marcus: Strategy... Cool.

(Y/n): Now get moving, we're burning daylight!

His companions then drive off in search of the other tickets.

The Hellspawn wasted no time. Kicking open the bar door, every drinker in the establishment turned their heads towards him.

(Y/n): I'm looking for a ticket. I ain't leaving till I get it.

Everyone in the bar looks at each other. (Y/n) simply cracks his knuckles.

The companions in the meantime we're dealing with the other three tickets.

Meanwhile in the headquarters of Rum. Adam and Evelyn observed (Y/n) along with his companions with drones and cameras that followed them.

Evelyn was more focused on filling a syringe with a liquid but she was able to still listen.

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