Juniper

Catch This, Fascist!

“Alright gang, the client wants this shit quick and public,” Blitz calls, kicking the door to the armory open and ignoring Moxxie’s shriek of alarm as he jumps back, only narrowly avoiding smashing Millie into the wall, “so let’s get this fucking show on the road!”

Moxxie glares up at him, accepting his wife’s steadying hand as he brushes himself off with a scowl. “Sir, that’s precisely why we need to be careful. We haven’t done a hit this public in a while, and-”

“Don’t be a puss, Moxx, just shoot the bitch.” Blitz scoffs, tossing his friend a riffle, who deftly catches it despite the despondent look on his face.

“I’m only saying, Blitz,” Moxxie scurries after him as he turns tail and marches back to the main office, “It’s best if we aren’t seen, and this event we’re crashing will be televised. I’ve taken the initiative of having a look at the campus maps, and there’s a suitable building across from the stage that I anticipate will be the perfect vantage point-”

“Great, theres the plan, then, now shut the fuck up and lets get this shit done!” Blitz interrupts, running two practiced fingers over the crystal on his wrist strap. Millie cackles, axe already in hand as she bounds through the portal, Blitz right on her tail. Moxxie follows, sighing audibly as they step out onto a rooftop, the earth sun shining around them as Moxxie instantly begins to canvas the area.

Blitz peers over the edge of the roof, squinting down at the crowd gathered around a makeshift stage, some human with a stupid haircut sitting there, talking into a microphone. “Target spotted.” He grins, gesturing at Moxxie, who hurries forward, settling into position with his rifle.

“You know, sir,” Moxxie starts, quickly assembling the parts of his gun with clinical precision, “I’ve done a bit of research on our target today. Charlie Kirk- he’s a rather controversial public figure!”

“Oh yeah? Is the shit he says as stupid as he looks?” Blitz snorts, watching as the man in the tent makes some joke, which only a few sparse members of the crowd laugh at.

“Pretty much, sir.”

“Then stop wasting my fucking time, and shoot the bitch!”

Moxxie, to his credit, takes only a second to turn and glare at his boss before returning his eye to the scope and pulling the trigger.

It happens in a split second- Blitz watches in satisfaction as the bullet shreds a hole through the man's neck, killing him instantly as he slumps to the floor. The crowd reacts instantly, jumping to their feet and sprinting away from the scene, screams echoing across the campus as the security detail jumps into action.

“Good shot, Moxx, clean through the jugular!” Blitz cackles, accepting Millie’s high five, echoing her shout of enthusiasm at the violence, watching the blood gush from the fuckers neck before he’s surrounded by his staff.

Moxxie grins a little too, laughing as Millie sweeps him up off his feet, twirling him around in celebration before their faces collide in a heated kiss.

“Oi, sluts, we have a packed schedule today, get your asses over here!”

Moxxie turns to face him, arms still wrapped around his wife and rifle slung over his shoulder, sticking his tongue out at Blitz before diving back into his wife, who laughs, returning the kiss before she breaks off, bounding back into the portal Blitz has re-opened.

“Don’t be jealous, B.” She winks at him as she skips past, tugging Moxxie along by the hand. Blitz shoves down a fond smile, following his friends back down to Hell. Always a good day at I.M.P.

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