Grimbeak had come through with his information. The imp in the photo on Voxagram was a mercenary named Vaax, who did any job so long as he was paid well. He wasn't as well known as other high ranking assassins, but the imp did his best not to stand out save for clients looking for a professional. Moxxie looked over his copy of Vaax's information and realized this wasn't going to be an easy task. The Imp was an expert in close range combat and speed. Most of his targets were killed with a few quick slashes or stabs before he fled without a trace. His target list was pretty high, with the most famous murder he did being a Baron of Hell that Moxxie remembered reading about in the paper three years ago.

"Any idea where he might be hiding?" Moxxie asked, putting his sheet down. Prince Stolas had everyone from I.M.P joining him at his office table along with Octavia, Grimbeak, and Reginald.

"According to my sources, he hangs out at a bar called The Hellhole somewhere downtown," Grimbeak answered.

"We know the place. We're sort of regulars there," Millie answered, frowning. "Bastard could have been watching without us knowing all this time."

"There is one other thing," Grimbeak said, showing a photo in his talons. Moxxie didn't recognize it at first, but he soon realized it was the female imp that Vaax had murdered in Blitzo's Voxagram photo. "This woman he murdered? Her name was Yima. She was a mercenary too."

"Both of them were mercenaries?" Stolas asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yes, Yima tended to try and seduce her targets before either killing or capturing them once she had them in her claws. It looks like Vaax recognized her and took her out before she could take Blizo," Grimbeak answered, crossing his arms. "We still haven't heard anything about an open hit on Blitzo. So we're assuming the contract for his capture was only given to a few contractors. Those who keep themselves low key, but are still skilled enough to have captured him alive."

"They had to be. Dad's a pretty tough assassin," Loona pointed out.

Moxxie nodded in agreement with the hellhound. Save for a few instances where they were outgunned or a mistake was made (that he was often blamed for), Blitzo was talented in killing his targets with ease. He had been doing it far longer than either Moxxie or Millie and was skilled in all types of combat. The only reason Blitzo wasn't as rich as some of Hell's other high profile killers was because he had the worst business sense in the world. He couldn't save money for shit.

"Well, shall we bring Mr. Vaax in for a talk?" Stolas asked, tapping his fingers together. "I do so wish to know why he thought it wise to go after my Blitzy." He turned to Grimbeak. "Grimbeak. Get our men and prepare to move on my command."

"Your Highness, that might be a bad idea," Moxxie said, interrupting the owl demon. "While I have no doubt that your shadow guards are capable of taking Vaax down, I suspect that Vaax has been watching us for some time now. Chances are he knows that Blitzo and you are...connected at the very least." Moxxie looked at the sheet of information. "He seems like the kind of mercenary who prepares for an escape plan if his reputation is accurate. Plus, when he sees a non-imp in the bar, especially a Goetia demon, he's going to suspect something. We can't risk him getting too scared, escaping, and going underground. It would take time to find him again, and Blitzo doesn't have that long."

"So, what do you suggest?" Octavia asked, tilting her head.

"Me, Millie, and Loona will go into the bar and capture him," Moxxie suggested, standing up. "We're known faces there, so it wouldn't be too suspicious to see us. Once we have him, we can ask you to summon us back here with a portal, and we can interrogate him from there."

Prince Stolas thought about it for a moment before nodding his head. "Very well. Reginald?"

"Yes, sir?" The Head Butler bowed.

"Go get them some of our security radios so they can remain in contact with each other," Stolas said, to which the butler bowed again and left. Getting up, he turned to the three I.M.P employees. "I wish you luck in capturing our target. Meanwhile, I'll prepare the torcher chambers. It's been a while since we last used them."

"Yeah, last time you used them, you were showing them to my last boyfriend," Octavia huffed, crossing her arms with a glare.

"Oh, but sweetie, it was so funny seeing him pee his pants!" Stolas said with a chuckle.

***

Millie knew she had to keep her cool for this mission, but a part of her was just itching to run inside the bar, guns blazing, and find the cocksucker who took her boss. She was right between Loona, who was flexing her claws, and Moxxie, who kept a tight grip on a long black briefcase. She didn't know what was inside it, but Moxxie had requested they stop by the office to get it.

Millie decided to push the question from her mind as they made their way towards The Hellhole in all its shitty dump of wasteful glory. It wasn't just a bar, but a hangout for mercenaries, assassins, and bounty hunters, so it had a reputation to it. If one wanted to get a cheap and sleazy killer for hire, you came here. It was also here that she met Blitzo and agreed to join his company. Back then, I.M.P was just another assassin group hunting down demons for various citizens in Hell before Blitzo got that fancy book. She had to admit, killing humans was far more fun than killing demons, and she got to see Earth once in and while. It was quite a beautiful sight, and she and Mox had planned on doing their anniversary there next year.

"You guys ready?" Loona asked, getting Millie's attention. The hellhound was glaring at the entrance with such intensity it could burn the door down.

"Yes, but I think you should be acting like you normally would. Right, Loona?" Millie pointed out.

"Right." Loona soon got out her cell phone and started texting on it while putting on her usual uncaring look. It was almost kind of scary how easily Loona managed to change her attitude. "Can we just fucking do this already?"

"One sec," Moxxie said as he touched his ear where the hidden radio was. "You guys hear me?"

Millie gave a thumbs up while Loona, without looking from her phone, just raised her middle finger. Nodding, Moxxie opened the door and let them inside. The place wasn't up to its usual full capacity but still held a decent amount with various imps drinking, talking, playing billiards and darts, or arguing with each other about something. The place still smelled like a shithole with the red lights making the site look like a cheap imitation of hell some stupid human bar would try out. Broken glass bottles and peanut shells were all over the floor, along with the occasional passed out drunk or dead body with a knife in their back.

"Ugh, I hate coming to this place," Moxxie muttered while watching a thin imp in a hoodie puke all over the wall.

"Oh, suck it up. It's not as bad as Baltimore," Loona muttered, typing on her phone. A nearby drunk imp stared at Loona before giving her a wolf-like whistle. He then started grabbing his crotch and shoving it near the hellhound. Loona's response was to just kick him in the face and let him bleed on the floor.

Millie made her way to the front of the bar, where she spotted a few empty seats. So far, she saw no sign of their target. The bartender, a big elder imp with massive horns and a mustache, finished washing the semi-clean glasses before noticing the three. "Well, if it isn't the I.M.P crew. I haven't seen you in a while."

"Hey, Krop," Millie said with a fake smile. "The usual."

"One Succubus Kiss cocktail, Goatblood beer, and a glass of water coming up," Krop said as he went to work.

The three sat down, accepting their drinks, before engaging in fake small talk. Mostly Loona just mocking Moxxie for getting water like a pussy while he whined about her attitude. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact they were hunting down someone, you'd think life was normal as always for them.

Still, Millie tried to think of a method to get her to look around the bar without looking too suspicious. Bathroom? No, too obvious, and it wouldn't give her enough time to look. Play a game of billiards? She quickly glanced over her shoulder and cursed upon seeing every pool table occupied. Her ears then caught on to the terrible 60's country music that Krop seemed to love.

She grinned, Jukebox it was then.

"Be right back," Millie said, sipping her cocktail before getting off her stool. "Going to change the music to something better."

She turned around and made her way down to the music box, where she darted her eyes back and forth quickly. A few familiar faces nodded to her, but not their target. Could he also not be weathering his mask and cloak? They didn't have a photo of him without it, so Vaax might have been...just to the right of the jukebox.

With halted breath, Millie did her best to avoid the eyesight of the cloaked imp. A brief second was all she needed to get a look at the bastard that took Blitzo. Reaching the jukebox, Millie acted like she was looking for a song to pick while looking out the corner of her eye for a second look. It was him, alright.

Jason Voorhees hockey mask with void-like eyes. The dark grey cloak covering his body save for the two imp horns coming out of his hood. He just sat at his table, back against the wall, staring at the other side of the bar with a beer. Yet, Millie knew enough killers in her life that he wasn't relaxed at all. Was it because he recognized her? Or was it just because this was an uncomfortable place where you could easily get shanked?

Silently, Millie contacted her team. "I got eyes on him. Table to the right of the jukebox. We need to-"

"Millie?"

Her thoughts were interrupted when she spotted a female imp waitress in a sexy schoolgirl outfit looking at her. "I thought I recognized you. Are you still looking for that lost boss of yours?"

Shit.

"'Cause I've meant to talk to you about that," the waitress said, placing her finger on her chin in thought. "I think I saw him getting a shake about...a week and a half ago? I can't remember."

Double shit. Millie could feel Vaax's eyes now on her back.

"But yeah, I know you're worried and all, so I figured I'd let you know that-" Millie tuned her out as she slowly turned her head and saw Vaax staring at her with his mask. For a split second, the entire world of Hell was quiet and unmoving as two skilled assassins stared at each other.

Then it all hit the fan.

Vaax reacted first, throwing a knife at Millie, who grabbed the waitress's serving plate and used it to stop the blade from slicing her face off. She then threw the whole thing at Vaax, who tilted his head to dodge it. Millie drew out one of her own knives and made for Vaax, who kicked the table in her face to stop her.

He jumped off his seat and flipped over Millie, but before he could make a run for it, she drew her other knife and stabbed his coat. Twisting her grip, she brought him towards her, turning him around and right into her knee aimed at his gut. Despite the blow connecting, Vaax managed to headbutt Millie and free himself from her grip before drawing two more knives.

Grinning at the challenge, Millie charged forward with her own set of blades, and the two entered a small dance of death. One side would strike the other while dodging another blow before clashing blade against blade. Vaax tried to hook her arm with a block before attempting to slice a vein out on her wrist. But Millie quickly brought up her knee upon his hand and knocked the blade into the air. Grabbing it with her teeth, she twirled around and threw one of her knives at close range, which missed, but it was just a decoy for her to spit the other dagger into her mouth and slice. It managed to graze Vaax's mask, and he jumped back to gain some distance.

"Millie, duck!" Moxxie's voice cried out, causing her to get low.

Vaax quickly grabbed a nearby patron and used him as a shield to block the bullets from Moxxie's 1911. He then threw the dead body at Millie, who sliced it in half with her knives, but that was enough time for Vaax to make a break for it. He made for the exit and busted through the front door with such speed it was like watching a roadrunner escape.

"He's getting aw-" Millie didn't even get to finish as a white furry blur rushed right past her on all fours with a series of barks following. Millie quickly followed while yelling at Moxxie to catch up, but for some reason he went the other way.

Contacting him on the radio, she asked, "Mox! Where are you going?!"

"Trust me! Just keep on him!"

Millie hoped her little Moxxie knew what he was doing as she continued her chase by following Loona's barks.

***

Loona had him in her sights, and she had her prey's scent. Now that she was out of that fucking asspit of a bar, Loona could smell better and locked on to her mark. The asshole was fast, but hellhounds were one of the fastest creatures in Hell for a reason. Using all fours, Loona kept up with the cloaked pussy pushing anyone in his way, but she wasn't going to let him go. Not even if she had to run for miles.

Howling, Loona unleashed the beast inside as her teeth came out in force, snapping at the cloak of the running asshole before she got a bite. However, her prey was quicker and managed to slice that part of his cloak off before making for the alley nearby. Loona spat out the cloth and followed, only to be temporarily stunned when Vaax pulled out a grappling hook gun and fired it at the roof. A second later, he started zipping upwards.

Reading his movements, Loona increased the speed and power of her legs as she jumped off from one wall to the next in the ally. She kept jumping from wall to wall until she managed to grab the cloaked imp in mid-air and landed with him on the roof of the building on the left. Before she could attempt to pin him, he stabbed Loona in the side with a small knife. Wincing, she cursed when Vaax kicked her off and rolled back to his feet with another knife drawn.

Loona didn't know how many knives the fucker had, but it wouldn't be enough to stop her. She dived at him, claws out and ready to rip his skin apart, but he was quick enough to dodge them. Vaax tried to get behind her with a dagger aimed at her back, but Loona was one step ahead. Her leg swept him to the ground, causing him to lose his balance and land on his back. She tried to drop her elbow onto his face, but he managed to roll away and kick himself back up, only to get a claw in the shoulder that spilled blood.

He then started throwing knives at Loona, each of various sizes, which forced her to jump and flip to dodge them. A few managed to scratch her fur, but she ignored the pain before getting back on all fours. Charging again, Loona attempted to strike his face again, but Vaax quickly cut her palm and forced her back. He tried to stab Loona right at her heart but jumped back to avoid another knife that nearly hit him dead center. Both of them turned around and saw Millie charging towards them with a knife in each hand.

Seeing himself outnumbered, Vaax turned around and made for the edge of the building where the street was under them. Taking out his grappling gun, he shot it at the building across from them and swung off before the girls could grab him

"Shit!" Loona shouted.

"I got him!" Mox shouted on radio.

"You got him?! But how-"

BANG!

A bullet snapped the line in two, causing Vaax to drop to the street like a sack of weights. He slammed onto a passing car hard, breaking the glass as it came to a screeching halt, which caused the injured imp to roll off the vehicle and onto the street. His left arm was bleeding, his right horn was broken, and shards of glass were impaled in his back, but he was still breathing. Turning to the right, they saw Moxxie in the distance on another roof while holding a rifle in his hands.

"Get him, girls!" Moxxie shouted on the radio.

"Nice shot, Mox!" Loona shouted as she jumped down and landed on the pavement. She pushed past a crowd of curious imps before charging at the stumbling Vaax.

Not giving him enough time to react, Loona dived with her jaws wide open before biting down hard on his already bleeding arm. A satisfying snap of the bone and his scream of pain made Loona's tail wag before she threw him against a hot dog stand with a spin. She then grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the ground. The impact left a small crater in the pavement as Vaax coughed up some blood before weakly holding up his hands.

"Enough...I...sur...surrender..." He coughed weakly.

"Oh, had enough, fuckface?!" Loona roared as she forced him down on his stomach. "You better hope you have what we need, or I'm going to eat your heart out and shit it down your throat!"

Millie arrived soon after with Moxxie, who was shouldering a Walther WA2000 Sniper Rifle, arriving a few minutes later. Well, now Loona knew what was in that briefcase he had earlier. Moxxie pulled out his cellphone and quickly called Stolas. "Your Majesty? We got him. Send us back."

A split second later, a portal appeared in front of the crew with Stolas' living room's beyond it. Loona forced the injured imp up before throwing him into the portal, where two of Stolas' guards grabbed him before he could make any moves. Millie turned to the stunned crowd with a smile and said, "Sorry, folks! I.M.P business! If you ever need something taken care of with violence, be sure to contact us!"

"Really, honey?" Moxxie asked as he walked through the portal.

"What? I thought it would be a good advertisement," she answered before joining her husband. Loona rolled her eyes and soon followed suit before the portal closed behind her.

The citizens on the street just stared at what just happened before quickly getting out their cellphones to chat and show their friends what happened. Needless to say, threads on social media spent hours debating what was going on with everything ranging from a movie shot to a conspiracy about the Royal Family using third-party contractors to cause violence in the streets to take away imps rights in owning firearms.

Because no matter what dimension you were in, social media was always full of crazies.