Chapter 64

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Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, possible musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking

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How the living hell is this business still standing?

Striker sitting down at the conference table as he cleans his guns. Millie across from him cleaning her Axe. Loona outside doing reception 'work'. Blitz was sprouting out ideas to expand the business.

Alright let him rephrase that. While Blitz was indeed like a rodeo clown boss. He does seem to know when to cool it. Run a business. Millie did tell him Blitz spending habits were worse at the beginning. A crazy doofus but he sure was protective of this 'family'. Strong and flexible too. Think on his feet a lot. While Millie thinks on instincts. Striker can appreciate that since he mix of those two fight process. He will admit this. The business defiantly surprises him and catch off guard.

Oh, but he enjoys hunting the target down. Doesn't mind even 'talking' to a client when they start to get a bit too rude.

Didn't mean there were times he question stuff. Like for example. They only have the damn book because of this transactional fucking. Still, remember that fun talk a few days back.

"Look I don't like Stolas much either. But it's an easy ticket to use the book." Blitz explained to Striker as the pair were getting ready to go kill a client.

"Ridiculous if you ask me." Striker snorted and look at the clothes he had to disguise himself into. What was he a construction worker?

"It is but the sex is great I will admit that. Besides the phone calls." Blitz shivered and putting a wig on.

"I don't want to know."

"Don't need too. He a freaky ass bird in bed. But I got to admit been nice with the lack of calls lately."

Striker toss the outfit on. "Is that normal?"

"Usually filled up or calls front desk. Guess he just been really busy with that whole inbred alien thing. "Blitz puts the rest of his clothe on. "Gets him off my back."

"Have you tried to call him?"

"Once. Didn't answer. Then a message. Kind of wanted to thank that Puppet string mask fellow."

"Oh?"

"Could have fuck off but did help Mox."

"Still don't know what to think of them. Seem like buddies with the Blueblood."

"Buddy or not they help Mox."

"Fair." Can't beat that logic but will keep an eye open if they ever see this Puppet. "What the heck you supposed to be?"

"A high demanding mother."

"So, a Karen?"

"Hey! I'm a bitch ass Karen!"

So, yeah fun talk. But hey got some good Intel at least. Blitz may not seem to care much for Stolas. Didn't mean he saw some glances at the phone. Then again could be for Moxxie too.

That was another topic as well.

Blitz defiantly doesn't mind talking about Moxxie either with compliments or a few sexual comments. Same with Millie. They weren't bad. It was topics Striker has thought about before. Just well he may be a bit jealous about it. Try not to punch Blitz. At least with Millie didn't seem he has to worry too much. Right? She enjoys the friendship the pair have.

But Blitz he was a tricky one to figure out. Then again the guy doesn't seem to mind flirting with him too. May have thrown in a flirt back as well. It was just for fun for the two vicious Imps. It got to the point who can out flirt the other too. Got a little competitive and violent till Loona yells at them to shut up.

"Alright everyone we are off for half the day!" Blitz finished up today meeting. "Hey Mils can you drop the weapons off at Bloody she been bitching at me wanting them back."

"Sure Blitz."

"Mind I come along." Striker asked her. He was told some stuff about this Blood Drop along with her own weapon business and mini bar. Usually, Moxxie was left to do business with her. Well, was the only one 'allowed' too with the weapons. Maybe he can make a deal too later on.

"Of course!"

"Alright you two go misbehave. Loonie come on we got you Doctor appointment for your shots!"

"Fuck!"

Millie and Striker head off to Guns Day. Bombproof followed along like a puppy.

Drop the guns off to Miss Bloody who didn't mind doing some flirting with Striker. He did throw in a charming smile. Nice chit chat. He laughed when he learn she try to flirt with Moxxie. The laughing helped out or else he would of choke the Imp. But she seem like the smart type as she did stop for Moxxie sake. Along with lack of interest. Welcome him to IMP crew and wish them luck. Plus, hope Moxxie felt better when she learn his arm got broke from them. Possible will extend her business further to IMP as it seem Blitz employee risen up.

Another point for IMP.

After that and since there was still time. Striker asked if he can see Moxxie and Millie place. For future visits you know. So, after a nice stroll down IMP they arrived at the two floor building. He was quite surprise to learn the first floor was vacant. Yes, he was shown the inside of the second floor where they live was decent space. The rent was cheap. Could fix up something in the back for Bombproof. The billboard was annoying but can deal with it. Crime rate well same if not a bit low surprising.

"So, why not many going after this place?" Striker asked Millie sitting on the couch. His eyes already scanning everything around. For, escapes, weapons hiding or any indication how close the pair are. Besides their own personal bedroom. He did chuckle seeing a bit of Moxxie vibe in the living room. Like on the bookshelf with certain music, books, ammo, or a sewing kit. Then got Millie own vibe as well with knives, music like rock bands and tools around.

"Look outside the window." Millie tells him as she brings them both drinks.

The cowboy did. Sees his horse eating a corpse. Eye twitch seeing a pair of Imps slowly coming over to possible steal his horse. Had to lean out the open window ready to shoot the pair. Then he sees the windows open up the first floor and a swarm of rats going after the imps. But were ignoring Bombproof.

The pair of imps scream in fear and being dragged through the window. Then it slam shut.

"Wow that's a first I seen them open windows." Millie replies taking a sip of her drink.

"Wrathsake." Striker face palm. Well, that defiantly explains it.

"Don't worry. We do go down there once in a while to either exterminate, send them off as food or rescue Blitz."

"Should I asked why on that last part?"

"You'll probably see it."

"Fair enough."

"Wow must be really mad." Millie listen below and can hear the screams. "They really don't like Ivy when she watches our place.

"Which one is she?" He was told a few a names the past few days. Either names, nicknames, or possible insults.

"The Flower Mama sinner that Moxxie use to work with and now shagging up with his Madre."

"I need stronger alcohol for that."

"Why?"

"I rather not hear someone say they are 'shagging up' my Aunt." What? He not innocent or a prude. Just doesn't want to know who getting it on with family. Striker look back out and snickered seeing Bombproof already scaring the locals.

"Fair enough. So, you going to try and get the floor?"

"Defiantly." Right now been staying at a motel. He was offered to stay at IMP building as well. Which he might do once he sure where he wants to stay put.

"You'll need to fight Blitz for it."

"What?"

"Yeah he wanted to be close. Plus, I think he either getting tired or being extra stubborn trying to break in our apartment. Unless I let him in." Millie giggles and didn't see Striker twitching.

"Well, then I guess Blitz and I will have to make it into a competition."

"Or become roommates with him and his kid."

"I will pay you to switch places."

"HAHAHA nice try hun." Millie smirked at him. "Not that desperate."

"Smart little lady." Striker smirked back.

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Done!

We got to see a bit of a POV with Striker! Got his work cut out for sure. But our snake assassin is patient and can handle it. Hopefully. Or least try not to kill someone.

Blitz still wants that horse.

RIP to the citizens who became Bombproof lunch and 'victims' to the rats.

Any questions?

Until, next time.

Bye, bye!