Chapter 23

Let's go with another one!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, sexual interaction and themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing

Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing

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"Are you positive?"

The henchman wanted to groan. He really does but doesn't for many reasons. One of it being that it is his boss. Will find it disrespectful and kill him on the spot. Well, change the questioning to torture first. Knows by now to not show attitude like that. Don't want to show that kind of attitude around the boss. But come on! He has been asked the same questions the last two weeks.

"You have nothing that you can recall?" Tap the cigar in the ash tray.

"Like I said boss. They were an imp. White hair with a ribbon. Short, shorter than you. Don't recognize them. No cameras in the area. Just asked if I wanted a free suitcase. I said yes." The shark repeated again.

On their part it is a bit stupid and embarrassing. Really letting the titles of muscles getting into their head lately. He should at least know by now when to live in Greed and their environment with work. Free not a word to be thrown around. Should have at least question the imp further about the suitcase. Not everything is free. If it free could be a trap, bomb or just junk. Yet, they used the term, took it and got a neat-looking suitcase. Then brought it along at work and we played a card game. They told them the story as well as what happened. Decided to open it up. What was inside shock them all?

Holy Blessed Ammunition.

Top of the line.

Ones that were not made by Carmilla Carmine. Yes, while Carmine has created and made Holy weapons in Pride. The top weapons Dealer. One of the strongest Overlords. She wasn't the first weapon manufacturer. Yes, the best to be known because of her title, professionalism and many weapons created. Even none holy-weapons deals.

There were others before her time when they made Holy Weapons.

Yet, there are fewer who knew how to make it this particular way. Those who are professional making weapons, gunsmith and a bullet maker. Not many left that use to make it this way. Even those work or made deals with nobles. Got a few in the black market. Or under the radar.

These were under the radar.

Could have kept it all to themselves. Sure, probably wouldn't have spotted the difference besides know they are holy ammunition. Still a decent score to keep few to themselves and rest to sell at a high price. No, they open it right there with their other teammates. Whose voices were way too loud.

Enough to capture their boss's attention and come into the room. Then he saw the suitcase. Then he was taken for questioning. You know the usual and to make sure there is not a traitor ready to make a hit with those weapons.

Nope, just pure crazy luck to be given that suitcase.

Which now belongs to the boss and locks up tightly.

That was annoying to say the least but that was about them. But they are getting tired of these repeated questions about the one who gave it to them. Then later on they got reports from a spy that the case was possibly from rivalry meetup that tried to take it. Until both sides lost it and some chasing happened after a civilian who ran off with the suitcase. Which all came back to them now having the case.

Their boss just wants to know who gave them the case. Able to avoid those two groups.

"What about their eyes?"

"Look like any other imps colors but their expression. A resting bitch face even without seeing their mouth."

Stop to take a smoke and raise eyebrow. "What you mean you couldn't see their mouth?"

"They were wearing a scarf."

"Never mention any damn scarf."

He shakes a bit even if he tries not to show it. Stares at the two across from him. "It was blue the scarf."

"Great. Just need to find someone who wears a scarf in this kind of weather. What about the tail? Spikes? Interesting designs?"

Why are they now pulling out questions like these? When you see the other give him a look. A look to think hard now. "Um black?"

Both gave him a look.

"Not the tail itself. I mean it was wrapped up with some kind of material."

"Smart." Now can't get any clues of either marks or patterns. Wave him off. "You're dismissed. Go work on some shit."

"Yes, boss." Got up and left the office.

Now it was the only two of them left in the private office. The taller, not imp, of the two glance down at their boss sitting in the chair. Takes a long drag of the cigar. "Sir?"

"What?"

"Why you asking so many questions about this suitcase thief?"

"You supposed to be smart."

A small shrug. "I have a few ideas why."

"Lay it out."

"A runner for you to hire." Sees him puff out smoke and smirk.

"Not to wrong on that. Able to get away from those bozos. Not bad option."

A small shrugged. "Sounds like a possible wrong place or time."

"Ehh who cares. I just want others to have a look out. Besides got the real prize." Twirl the cigar. "There pure. Not like those others half shitty manufactured ones."

"Still do the job."

"On sinners, hellborns."

But on a high-rank hellborn like a Goetia. You would have to waste so many holy bullets. Or if a blade coated or one those spears not broken. Need to stab them in the right spot. Holy rope? Either lucky or not to find the real deal. You know you got a pure one if it can make any demon not use their abilities.

So, a good trading business deal if they sell them. Well, not all of them. Better to keep many for themselves. Plus, they can't use them anyway. Why? You need a specific, crafted gun for those bullets. Ones they don't have. Yes, have a few blessed tip weapons. Yet, these bullets will not work on them.

Lean back into the chair as he stares at the ceiling. Goes into their pocket to pull out a chain with dark metallic old looking pocked watch. Tap as the lid open up and stare into it. Eyes narrowed tightly.

As please at Crimson has been lately there have been drawbacks as well. The major one being when they try to blackmail the Sin of Lust with his boy toy jester. That failed badly in many ways. Could have all worked out well if it wasn't for the clown of boss from IMP.

Should be grateful to not be killed and still be alive. Yet, it doesn't help his irritation as they could have had the biggest score. Lots of phone and mail death threats at IMP until eventually he stopped all that. As there was other business to worry about and handle. Along with keeping a close eye on that business when there is time.

IMP could still be useful.

Just like how that assassin was useful when they caught Fizz in a snap. Try to rehire them again. Which will be impossible now. Why? Because the fucker dead. That ruins a few plans but at the same time can learn to work around them.

Like how they need to see about this current heist and hope nothing new needs to be fixed. Can be such a pain in the ass if new Intel thrown in. The tiniest thing can blow off everyone course. 

"How are we for our next heist?"

"Everything still as it seems but out spy still keeping an eye out."

"Any update?"

"Possibly new material to be added in the ship dock."

"Like what?"

"He doesn't know. Got it very secure up. At this point a possibility won't even leave on the current date.

"Then get back and make his ass go find out. We can't any fuck ups." He growled as he closed the lid of the watch.

"Yes, Crimson."

"Also find out from those as swipes what the fuck they are doing. The ones I sent at the dump."

"On it."

"Furthermore- "

RING!

Crimson stops at the sound of the phone. Not his cellphone.

RING!

Glance at the bronze, black rotary phone sitting on the desk so innocently.

RING!

Crimson motion Alessio out the office. "Take care of the rest of today. Don't let anyone in even if there dying unless emergency."

"Yes, boss." Walks out the office to the set of doors. Open it up. Then close the doors behind as Crimson picks up the phone. Didn't need to see how his facial expression was irritating.

Still doesn't like it when they use that phone. 

Alessio shook his head. The tall teal shark checks to see how everyone is doing that is station here. A few are doing guard duty. Another bringing down a dead body. Another group counting bags of drugs that will be sold off too.

"Fuck dammit you messed it up!"

"Jeez just calm down."

"Calm down? Got this one to finally work and not mess it up."

"Get one of our guys to clean it."

"I have and they suck. Grr should have asked their number."

"Oh, right your one-time gunsmith-one day stand."

"Shut it."

Alessio looks at the room seeing two sharks, and one hybrid working with guns. Either cleaning, counting ammo or just smoking. Glance at the shark with the skeleton hands working on a gun. Irritation in their eyes as he glared at the bigger shark.

"Isn't that the same one who shot the wheels off the Goetia." The pink skin hybrid stared at him.

Swift eyes going back and forth. "Maybe."

"Who you left behind."

"I gave them my number."

"Probably dead or lost it."

"Want it to be the last one. They were really good." Frown a little to place the gun down.

"Well tough shit now. Gotta gets it to work or go with a new one."

"Wow thank you for your amazing observation."

Alessio continues to go do his observation work while the three argue. It seems they need a new supplier after all. Or a decent gunsmith who does to for a living. Either kidnapping, offer a job or other options. Money they'll either gain or lose.

In their case in between.

"Yep, Lola really gone and moved away."

"Damn lost another good one."

"She was a just a show girl."

"Better singer than you."

"Wasn't she already retired?"

"Yeah, but she was still good for her age. I only heard her a few times when she got older. She had that flare to her even when she got older."

"Well, that place won't be the same again. They keep losing the best ones, retired or dead."

"Wonder if the boss will go back again."

The second hand stopped when he heard all that behind a closed set of doors. Should march in to see why their gossiping and not working. But wait a few seconds to let his mind settle. So, that rumor must be true. If it's that Lola.

It's been years since he heard that name.

Which lead his mind to go back to her. Not Lola. Another he hadn't thought about for a very long time one. One he didn't think impossible to think again. Occasionally will slip into his mind. One he didn't want to return back as it was a distant memory in the past.

A warm smile radiant around her. Not those fake or show ones. A real one that brought a rare warmth that could be equal to the Wrath sunspot. Instead of burning pain. It was joyful. Want to be around it like a-

Opened the pair of doors and startled the group. "Anyone heard from the crew at the dumpster and second base?"

"Um no."

"Get to it."

"On it."

He watches them scurry around until there is actual work happening. No, whispers. No, gossip. Work. They can have their free time to talk later. Their lucky he the one who heard. Not like it would make a big difference to Crimson. You just never know what is going through that imp head these days.

Soon, makes a few rounds until he returns back to the door. One knock.

"Come in."

Open the door and close it behind. Sees the bottle out, along with a new cigar. Watch Crimson expression deep in thought but his eyes were twitching. A harsh look crossed his face. Reach over to take the cup he filled up and drown it down.

Alessio waits as he comes by his side. Not stopping him besides watching carefully if he gets a coughing fit. All the bad habits together are getting worse. Not like he is one to judge. Any of them. But it is best to make sure he doesn't fall over dead.

"The same shit with him." Clutch the glass tightly and place it down on the desk. "The same fucken shit."

Stays very quiet. An idea what it is about. A topic to not talk about. One the few topics that stress the older imp over the years. A downfall from three marriages along with other complications on the side. One of the rare times he might see a rare glimmer of weakness whenever he watches stare at others that pass by over the car.

"What everyone doing?"

A topic he will avoid at all costs with his work. Alessio mentally sighs and gives him the run down.

Back to work.

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Done!

You got to know what is in the case.

We got to see our mafia companions and how they have been doing.

What else will happen?

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!