Chapter 7

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Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, 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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Pull themselves up. The demon is pushing themselves to complete their set of sit-ups, feeling the effort and sweat on their forehead.

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Just as they reach the final one. Their phone starts vibrating, interrupting their workout. A low hiss and quickly does the last one.

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A gloved hand reaches out to grab the phone. A small flip phones. Goes to answer it while wiping their sweaty forehead. "Five minutes."

"Is this Hush?"

"Wasting important questions." Lift the gun backup to stare through the scope. Hear the cursing quietly.

"Don't be your still a newbie I heard around the block."

"How terrible for you to call me." If only this little smart ass knew their names. Then things would be really different. But at last got to 'start over'. "Who the target?"

"Not a target. Just be a part of group- "

"Goon work not my thing and I'm a solo guy. So, you're wasting your time thinking I'll be an errand boy." Gets up as he starts to stretch. Walk on over to open the fridge and pull out a water bottle.

"It's just one heist."

"Ha!" Knows this game too well. Just sees them as extra arms to be hired and easily replaced. Fresh meat. Kill off to see who will be valuable or not to survive. Then see about either rehiring you again. "Pass."

"It's for one the underworld."

"Aw I must have really caught their attention."

"Silver Tooth."

Now that is not a name you just don't throw around. Lean against the sink as he hums to himself. Took his time drinking down the rest of the water. "That's a ballsey name to be throwing out. Along with you expecting me to believe someone like him needs a goon."

"Yeah well, this case is special. You in or out?"

"Details."

"That's not how it works."

"Correct if I was the goon type."

BUZZZ!

Pull another phone out. Glance at the time. "Times up."

"What? Hey I'm trying to give you detail!"

"Well, I got a job to do. Call back when you have actually got some details. Or work that not with others."

"Listen you little cocksuck- "

Click.

Tap the phone against his hand as he thinks a bit.

Silver Tooth.

That really is a big name. Along with odd.

Sure, it can be a common name of sorts. A title. But one to use wisely unless a copycat is around. Suppose to be one of the tops in the underworld. Old time as they get. Along with what he hears thought dead. If not the guy either dead or someone taking over.

Bet many won't like that.

Unless using the name out of respect if someone new took the spot.

Something to keep an eye on. Well, at least if he hears something. After all, got a job to go do. Can't dilly dally even as it closer, closer to the end?

Please smile to see a pair of sharp teeth with a golden tooth. Then their mouth starts to form as he whistles.

A quick clean up.

Double check around.

Weapons secured.

Nothing gets in.

Nothing gets out.

Goes through the back instead of the front.

Soon on their merry way with whistling tune to follow him around.

Not to be bothered by all that's going around besides staying alert. Even as he left Imp City it was the same on his journey. Casually jump over a pair of sinners fighting. As they turn a corner their tail grabs the smaller figure trying to jump them. Only to throw them at the pair of sinners. Now a new kind of fighting is about to start.

He doesn't let it bother him as he continues down his merry way whistling. A rattle always by their side to keep up with the beat.

Striker is not going to miss this ring.

Especially the shit storm it was going to be bringing down. A guy instinct he preferred to followed. Rather be back home in Wrath. It was good to be back there.

Back where he belongs.

Back to his home that brought in good memories but along with bad.

Back with his horse.

Back and can wear his hat then this hoodie.

Back to the land many see is nothing but poor and dirt.

Oh, to him it's not that. It brought him the best treasures ever.

The whistling tune began to soften but then picked up with speed.

Won't have to deal with this much longer. At least a few good times came out of this silent guard job.

He didn't get rusty and improvised.

Maybe after all this might go into that direction of a job. The backup name is useful too. A pair of extra eyes.

The side steps away as someone throws a torch. It put a passing car on fire and drive straight towards a stand that was selling fire work.

"Sparkles! Get your sparkles herOH FUCK NO!"

BOOM!

Of course, he can name a few reasons only coming back down here. The stupidity around him reminds him of his former boss.

Blitzo.

Striker sneered. He swears he thinks he and that birdbrain fuck with his mind on purpose. Like when the other comes over to fuck. May not know he there or not. Bet they find that kinky. At least his job not having to keep an eye on them but that kid.

Octavia.

Now that little outlet. The kid got a neat trick with taxidermy.  Social wise seems by only hanging out with Loona and whoever on that phone. Maybe online chats. Or the occasion to see a portal and goes to meet 'Puppet in space'. A bit too much lately besides this passing month. Seems a bit extra annoyed of sorts lately. Not his job to figure out why. Besides maybe her mother, father or Blitzo,

As his mind thinks of those two relationships. Their tails start to rattle a bit too fast.

Even as a few months passed it still annoyed him when they dared to ask him that question. He shouldn't be worried. At least what he can tell so far, those two passed the idea off. Like they know it'll never, never happen. Still, he keeps a close eye on them.

Not trusting them.

Not wanting to lose who belongs to him.

He is not losing his Critter to either of them. The friendship of sorts can't forced to change unless something happens. But will not dare do that to Moxxie. Just has to deal with the business a bit longer.

Speaking of business.

Lift his phone up as he arrives at the spot. The many factory buildings around him. He waits around as he taps his boot. Eyes closed a bit while his nose twitched at the factory fumes.

"It's true he was here a few days ago."

"You're kidding me."

"No, I'm not! I got proof as well."

Kept his eyes closed, tucked against the wall as he waited. Listen, and wait. Eyes slightly open at the next words.

"Crap! That's really is Zestial and the radio demon."

"I know man its crazy. Then that mess a few days ago."

"Oh, yeah haha heard the radio caught tv off guard."

"No, shit electricity was out for a bit. Kind of was nice not to hear that freak."

"Which freak were talking about here?"

"Eh does it matter."

"I guess. So, who the eggs?"

"No, clue. Weirdo looking things. Why a suit?"

"Says the one with no suit."

"Go, jump in a pile of glass."

"What you think the pair were talking about?"

"Probably some overlord stuff. I mean things are getting shittier than normal."

"That true like I'm all aboard the fun train. But even I'm getting tired of the extra fights around."

"I'm just so done my drugs keeps getting stolen and fight for it back!"

So, even the overlords are bringing in surprises.

Striker views on overlords. Well, he can see them as future clients. But just like with Blue Bloods his views can be nasty on them. After all, the sinners are no better looking down on the lower species like them.

Well, until it's them on the other side of a holy weapon.

Knock.

Knock.

Tap.

Repeat the same rhythm against the floor. After a few seconds the top floor began to rise up. A pair of three stairs can be seen. Along with a figure moving further back. The dealer not taking chances. Risky enough as it is doing a black-market trade here. But it was a touch and go spot till this area will be sweat.

Check what they got.

Pay it.

Store it.

Leave to go to the next spot.

Right now, might as well get what he can buy before someone else does. Unless they took whatever good. Even the smart ones will try to buy what they can.

Okay smart may be pushing it.

Can be a dumbass even with just holy weapon parts. Just want to buy what they get. To get rid of their enemies as there is no other way to do it. Besides pain and torture. Yet, after all that there are sinners just done and want to take care of it for good. Or hire another who can take care of it.

Unless you lose it.

Or in his case confiscated!

That damn troll made it very damn clear not getting those guns back or the rope.

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