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Ever since the last job, Loona had been on edge. The crew would normally view cases as just another stepping stone to financial balance, but after the Mission: Orphan time, it became 90 degrees inside. Not from the flames of Hell, but the advice from Mr. Wirgglers to Loona. Could this help the group somehow, but what could demons like them know about open-minded sensitivity and honesty?

“To think that the client was willing to pay extra for evidence,” Blitz told Stolas as he cleaned his dagger of remaining blood, as he recounted the job he and his employees had just completed. “For the kill?” asked Stolas. “No, for the reasons.” Said, Blitz. “Freakishly kind and disturbingly charitable…more adopted living children in numbers than the entire fucking sinner population of Imp City…what kind of blind bitch takes that as a threat?”. “High school…the hell away from hell,” said Stolas in a sing-song voice before he plopped against the desk.

“-Ssssiirr, a-ah-little-ugh-help-ppleeeease?!!”

“HAHA!!” laughed Blitz with his head thrown back, “Holy Shit Mox, I always knew you were weak, but can’t you even challenge crackhead goat to do better?”

Moxie strained as he wobbled into the office, struggling to carry a small white, waving cat coin bank. The figure was the size of his hand, but he was moving with it like it weighed as much as a desk. He was sweating and looking around frantically for someone to help or somewhere to put it down. The sooner the better.

“Less asking, more TASKING!!! This thing weighs a fucking ton!” Moxxie tried to yell with the remaining breath, his visibly twitching eye pointing at Blitz.

Moxie then tripped on himself into a faceplant. The bank shattered on the floor, causing Millie and Loona to rush in with expressions of confusion.

“What the fuck was that?” asked Millie with her southern charm before she ran over to catch a fallen Moxxie. “Are you okay, sweetie?” she looked at him concerningly.
“You know I’ve suffered way worse, honey,” giggled Moxxie to reassure his wife.
Sally Mae covered her mouth while giving a hard laugh at the fallen imp. It wasn't like she was trying to be discreet. She’d gotten more expressive with her wild side since becoming an IMP employee

The demons looked up as red, dark purple, and black smoke flowed in a clockwise circle formation around the area where the coin bank had smashed. The currents spiraled upwards, merging from the smoke into a pile of paper before the colored air faded away. The templated image in the air then broadcast an announcement with intimidating breathing sounds. The smoke message read:

The weight of the bank was the weight of his sins and his worth in one
In money, it will be earned when the job is done
The journey begins with a single step
His ego is as tight as his biceps
No mercy on either side
Take advice from those who have tried
Whether serious or cocky
BRING DOWN OROKU SAKI

The cover had the signatures from each of the seven royal sins and the king himself.

This case was serious.

The entire crew stood in utter shock. This job would bring them money and glory that they never thought possible.

The file that appeared before them once the smoke cleared was thick. Blitz was quick to grab it off the floor. “Oh shit…this thing is put in sections, this must be one freak ass target”. The file was divided into an additional 7 pages. Each section was for each sin that was committed.

“Sweet mother of satan and all things fuckable, this bastard is in some deep shit.”

Lust- hostage-taking his ‘adopted’ daughter, only for her mother's looks…
Gluttony- indulging in quality quantities for himself …
Pride- mercilessly harms, kills, and robs innocents regardless of situation or reason…
Sloth- Bosses his henchmen into forced combat without paying them a cent…
Wrath- uncontrolled urge to unleash slash threats and refuses accountability…
Greed-material investments for torture methods and display control…
Envy- soul reason for revenge…

The list of descriptive information went on

One paragraph in the summary section of the file had particularly grabbed their attention.

“After he had set his childhood home on fire and killed his adopted brother's wife's/niece's mother, Tang Shen, in cold blood, he kidnapped and brainwashed their helpless baby girl, Miwa, for 16 years under a new name, Karai. Torturing her to be the ultimate killing machine. She was unknowingly being sent against her will to kill her own biological family. Raised to believe her captor was her father and that her true father was the killer. When she learned the truth, she was held captive in an underground bare concrete dungeon, experimented on with unstable chemicals and methods of martial arts, and she was forced to bow on her knees to him to survive. He only sees the girl as an extension of what he lost for a simple thrust. An extension of his desires. All for an endless addiction to power from envy, lust, and greed etc..”

Stolas stood frozen in his place, unable to process what he had just read. He thought of this poor girl being traumatized at this fucker’s expense. It made him reflect on his daughter Octavia, just about this girl's age. A young girl who wouldn't know any better, whose only crime was being born into the clan's rivalry, was raised into something she wasn’t meant to be, then caged and tortured like some kind of animal.

Blitz had a similar reaction to Stolas. Being a father to a teen girl himself, he held this reason to heart. One lone soul from a cage broke out to rescue another.

Moxie, coming from a shitty dad background as well, became angry at this guy. At least when he stood up and escaped from his father, he had backup. Also, at least his father was honest about everything, especially his hatred. This dickbrain of a human had the nerve to invent a new form of stupidity in the name of ‘injustice’, what a prick.

Millie hated seeing her husband and friends so upset and offended. Being one of the best assassins in the business, she was ready to make this killing hurt…more than usual.

Even coming from those living in the literal lowest of the low, these crimes were seen as a new low. They may thrive on blood, sex, and slurs, but even they had standards of respect.

“Sooo…new mission?” asked Millie as she started dragging out her axe.

“Hell. Fucking. Yeah.” Blitz smiled sinisterly.

*Cue weapon gathering montage*

“Stolas, maybe you should sit this out; you don’t have any powers anymore, so this might get ugly,” Moxxie stated. Stolas only gave a sharp “like hell I’d do that”. Maybe saving this girl could make up for his stance of being banished from visitation with his daughter, Octavia.

Loona sniffed the air for a trace of the person they were looking for. “Chrome metal, burnt flesh, robe fabric, and… *sniff sniff* hints of pizza grease and miso broth tea.”

“That's my girl Loonie,” Blitz praised Loona with a pat to the head and a scratch under her chin. She responded with a snarl and attempted a bite.

“Show time chucklefucks,” proclaimed Blitz

Millie and Moxxie looked at each other before following along with Blitz into the activated crystal portal. The whole gang jumped through, with Millie rushing to the nearest restroom without a second thought, “hint, hint”, landing them in the Big Apple of the USA.

New York City.

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“Whoa, looks like humanity got an upgrade.”
The streets were full of marching brain-operated robots. Iridescent crystal-like trees surrounded the alleyways, and multiarmed UFO-like drones scanned the blocks for civilians. The Kraang had been in control of the city for months. No one was allowed in or out by official order, with a hit of Kraang influence, of course.
The crew had only seemed to have a minute to admire the ‘vibrancy’ of the city before Loona felt the target scent coming on strong. “Keep the phones on, we’ll exchange locations, scatter.” Blitz scrambled onto her back while Stolas followed from behind. “Remember, it's never too late if you need to eliminate.”

“Speaking of ‘needing to eliminate’, be right back,” Millie chuckled before speeding to the nearest restroom spot she could find, leaving Moxxie outside the door to wait for his wife to be done with her business. He couldn't bear to be too far from his lady love in case she ever needed him. The search through Loona's nose followed in a series of block zigzags until they reached a tall, cathedral-like mansion.

“A cathedral as a lair?” Blitz tilted his head while looking at the front entrance of the building.

“How ironic,” Stolas commented bluntly

“Look, whatever shitty architectural taste this jackass is into, let's just get in and fuck this joint to smithereens,” Blitz said as he pulled out his shotguns.

“Wait”, Stolas blocked Blitz from moving forward. “We don’t know what exactly we're dealing with, we need a plan. Don’t want you fucking things up for yourself, Blitzy”.

That was true; the file had said that this guy was almost unkillable by common folk, even by those of authority. Who knows what kind of measures or guards they would have to slay before they reached the target?

“Rrriiiigghhtt,” Blitz wanted to disagree

“Ugh, alright, cut the shit, let’s split up and find weak points. Also, we're in public on a covert operation, so it's not blitzy right now, it's blitz without the-oooooh shit”

Crash!!

The demon boss barely had time to finish his sentence before the three heard footsteps and cocked weapons behind them. Before they knew it, they were surrounded. The figures around them had bladed limbs of different varieties and had on clothes that resembled the impression of sock puppets.

“Foot soldiers, destroy them,” a distant robotic commanding voice ordered

Looking up and around in unison. Growling with their blades and guns ready to fire

“Well, this just got interesting, and we've only been here less than an hour,” Stolas commented

“Did I just hear them being called…’ foot’ soldiers, shittest name ever,” said Loona

“ Okay, you know the rules, team…SHOOT AND KILL ANYTHING THAT MOVES!!”

A battle scene had ensued with merciless attack attempts. Loona entered werewolf mode, and Blitzo smiled cockingly, spinning his shotguns like a cowboy. The demons showed no mercy with guns, blades, and teeth. When the red fury in their eyes died down a little and they gained a grip on what they were destroying, they paused for a moment as the beating transitioned to the slashers becoming the slashed.

“Wait…”Blitzo picked up one of the heads of the ninja figures; it sparked and had wires poking out of it. “They’re fucking robots?!”
“Ah shit, that’s so disappointing, this is like breaking merch in a toy store. Kill with no. fucking. Thrill” Blitz pointed and shot his guns and knives at the bots as they continued to swarm.

Blitz and Loona had managed to subdue the bots in enough quantities before they decided to retreat.

“Well…that was easy.”

“This…is the best security he has?ha…I’ve seen cemeteries with better.”Blitz laughed while whipping his hands off and catching his breath, “Loonie, fetch.”

The demon duo started stalking their way through the front door. Loona is in the lead, sniffing the trail for any direction that leads. Hellhound noses never fail.

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Shredder had been furiously on edge since his plan to destroy Splinter and the turtles failed. Splinter had surprisingly regained his sense of self-preservation and humanity, and the turtles somehow managed to escape with their lives once more. However, now that his recently appointed/threatened mutant henchmen, Bebop and Rocksteady, have succeeded in capturing Karai in serpent form, he could proceed in what could finally make his revenge worthwhile. He just needed to remind NYC’s current standing figures of his standards and their consequences.

In the throne room, the second in command of the current Foot clan, Tiger Claw, hovered in with his jet pack.
He kneeled before his master, awaiting his instructions for further action or a prepared update.

“Any recent signs of the turtles attempting infiltration?” asked Shredder, leaning back into his throne with his hands folded

“No, it seems they have received the message,” replied Tiger Claw

“Good, then we can continue with the project.” Then Shredder stood up and turned around to the window. “But…I suspect this could be an awaited plan of attack. Taking time to try and outsmart me without me knowing.” Shredder went on, “Perhaps the dragon gangs could raise the shipments distribution”.

The rest of his mutant henchmen watched from behind, not daring to look him in the eye or question his methodic strategies.

Before the mutant snakehead fish, Fishface could begin the comment, they heard what sounded like a minor explosion and glass breaking from the first floor.

They all jumped slightly, startled, before looking at the entranceway and then back at their master.

Stockman Fly was the first to get all the eyeballs in his direction. Especially Shredders. He hovered in the air slightly.
“Stockman” Shredder was quick to blame the fly; he wasn’t letting him work in the biggest and most efficient lab just for him to be lousy at fixing his tech and fail his purpose. All of them knew what their master was capable of when they got on his bad side.

“Thiszzz waszzznt my fault szzziiir,” the mutant fly stated without hesitation. He believed in his intellect too much to believe a malfunction in the lab could be his wrongdoing.

“We’ll see about that,” Shredder grumbled to the fly. “Go! It may be the turtles, destroy them,” Shredder ordered the mutants, pointing for following like a hunting dog being sent into the woods to chase a deer.

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Loona zigzagged through the halls in her human disguise, sniffing each possible door and entryway for the source of the strong scent. Bitzo looked left and right behind Loona with his cocked (no pun intended) F-18 gun ready to fire to make sure the area was clear of any potential threats to their mission. All while taking pictures of each room to text to Moxxie and Millie in case they decided to follow them in.

“Wait,” Loona paused and stood still for a few seconds, then sniffed across the hall until they reached a tall, dark room with a giant terrarium-looking cage. Bigger than most that would be seen at your average zoo or aquarium, but the inside looks so bare, with only a single ray of light shining down on the experimental subject.
Loona and Blitz only gasped in horror and disgust before Blitz put both hands against the glass and leaned in closer. He looked at the teen human/snake hybrid girl with tears in his eyes.

“Oh shit… do you think that's Karai er- Miwa?” Loona shared the same expression before looking at her dad for support. “This is fucking awful. What are they doing to her?”

“ Satan. Fucking. Damn it” Blitz clenched his hands into fists, growling at the extent of Miwa’s situation. “I'm going to make the son of a bitch hurt, in a bad way”.

Loona could only nod before her ears perked up.

“What are those creatures?... Why is the little red man having large horns and a sharp-looking tail ?... Who cares, Rock? These fools are bangin' up our street vibe, they got a lotta nerve crashing our pad,” the crew heard from behind.

Walking backwards before bumping into what felt like tall, furry, and scaly walls that grabbed Blitz around his shoulders, he found himself with a sharp sword aimed to slice his neck.” Fuuck me,” he sighed a heavy, annoyed sigh. He tried to turn around to grab their weapons, but it seems more footbots had infiltrated the room as well. Crawling along the walls like spiders and hopping to different height structure levels like kangaroos.

“Never mind, Loonie looks like you won’t surprise anyone here, no need for the disguise.” Blitz looked at his daughter. She growled and snarled, transforming back into her demon wolf form.

“Silence, creature,” It was Tiger Claw who had grabbed the demon behind him, sharply shouting, “state your business, what are you?”. He could only gasp at the sight of Loona.

“You first, you buff whiskered asshole,” Blitz replied sarcastically.

Loona bared her fangs, ready to go ‘cat vs dog’ brawl fight with her dad's captor. But she stopped when her father mouthed to her, “Find the others”. He winked at her. She reluctantly obeyed before running out with foobots chasing after her.

Tiger claw pulled the demon closer and held one of his laser pistols to the demon's head. “Fine, if you must know…I’m a Sagittarius,” He smiled confidently, laughing at his joke.

There were a few seconds of awkward silence before Bebop finally spoke
“So what do we do with this…demon drag queen looking fool?” asked Bebop, pointing at Blitz
“I say we squash his head like blueberry, but take off weird costume first” replied Rocksteady.

“Watch it, shitbag, calling me a fool,” Blitz replied to the warthog even though he couldn’t see him. He struggled to get free of the tiger's huge paws.“And this ain’t no costume bitch”. The horned/y (pun intended) intruder eyed the mutants.

“Why do you feel you need to see him, demon?” Tiger claw said while still holding his blade to the demon's neck

“Consider me an unexpected guest, a calling from beyond, almost. We have a lot to discuss. One assassin to another”

The tiger pondered a bit before answering. “We will let the master decide what to do with this beast.” Tiger claw looked to the other mutants before grabbing the mutant under his arm and walking towards the throne room

Blitz, grinning with a sly expression, decided to play with he whole cooperation. This could be easier, saving him the effort of finding the target.

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What did you find?” Shredder said as soon as he heard his minions' footsteps.
“Yes, Master,” affirmed the zombie wolf mutant Rahzar, “we caught him and a young lady trespassing in the lab, for an attempted theft of Karai.”

“I can speak for myself, you literal son of a bitch-aah-ooof” Blitz said to Rahzar at the moment Tiger claw dropped him on the ground and stood back. The mutant seemed to believe one little demon held no match against all of them at once. “And her name is Miwa, dumbass.”

Blitz stood up and cracked his back a little before looking up at the throne, where the armored man stood all high and mighty.

“Who are you and what are you talking about?” Shredder asked in a deep, almost thundering voice

Blitz pulled out a business card and flung it to him. Shredder grabbed it out of the air, glancing at it before crumbling the card in his fist.

“Who are you? Oh wait, if we're putting the pieces together…then that means…You’re Oroku Saki?

“Once, now if you keep your cursing tongue shut, you will know why they call me ‘the Shredder’”. On that cue, he released one of his blades, activated with his wrist.

“Bitch, I asked for your business name, not your stripper name.” Blitz bluntly looked the armored man in the eye. “Anyway, it seems you got a gig here. What with all your furry little fuck dolls ‘helping you out’ with your ‘business’.” He used air quotes as the mutants and master loudly gasped in disgust and shock at the comment, while Blitz laughed hysterically.

“What’s so funny?” Shredder asked angrily.

“You and this whole goddamn situation. It's downright fucking high-larious,” Blitz answered. “I'm at the mercy of basically an appeared gay medieval roleplaying pimp with a furry fetish…hahahahaha…and” Blitz could barely finish his sentence with how hard he was laughing.
“You claim you’re sooo tough, sooo powerful-…” he threw up his hands and waved them sarcastically “-then why do you need

1. security at every possible entry, exit, and attack point,

2 An entourage of lackies who suck at their ranks, by the way.

3. And physically nauseating empty threats with armor that makes you look like a walking kitchenware modified mirror with a badly done tit-job”.

“You…dare?” Shredder was about to slice the demon in half slowly to get proper answers out of him. He charged at the demon with a battle cry and armed bladed gauntlets. Blitz crawled and bounced around and dodged the attacks like a gecko while continuing the conversation.
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“Look, asshole, just because you're a black belt in what looks like Taekwon-dork, does not make you any more of a professional killer than most of the competitive badass bored psychos that wander this hellhole you call home. If you are as tough as you say, compared to say a certain rival, you would take out everyone in this room without the armor and security in less than 10”

Blitz leaned away from the blade once more before Shredder stopped, almost out of breath

“Also, you might want to be careful where you put those. Physical torture makes me hard. Also, who knows where those things have been? For all I know, you could have been using them to peg your cat in the litterbox less than an hour ago.”

Stockman fly grabbed the demon out of the air and dangled him in front of his master while hovering in light flight.
“Bradford, what exactly is this thing?”
Rahzar tried to find out what the demon was by smelling him. He gagged when he finally got close.

“Blech…His breath smells like ass and death,” the wolf mutant said while coughing

“That's pretty much my whole personality for ya bitch.”

“But he is not from this world. I have never smelled this before.”

“If you all are done with your tantrums, I just gotta ask…what you animals call yourselves anyway?”

“None of your damn business, freak, remember you are at our mercy.”

“Hey, you have a hellhound too, but Bradford, really, telling you man that name fucking sucks.” Blitz was quick to comment

Fishface commented, “He is also sometimes called Rahzar.”

“Thank you, that's so much better, way more badass,” Blitz replied

“Do you ever shut up?” said Rahzar with his claws ready

“Are you willing to make me” *wink*” Blitz replied

Shredder had thought for a little while. “Take him to Stockman's laboratory; this could be useful for the mutagen.”

The mutants followed their master to the lab. The demon is being carried over Tiger Claw's shoulder.

“Ha, you call mutation a punishment? Lame, y’all should consider yourselves blessed because that is weak, you privileged assholes.”

Shredder tried to remain professional as he dangled Blitz by his tail over the vat of mutagen. “Any last words, vile beast?”

“Yes, actually hang on,” Blitz said as he pulled out his phone, typed what seemed like a long message, and pressed the screen.

An automatic voice was put on speaker mode in Japanese language “クソ野郎、この無情なクソ野郎、地獄で会いましょう。」”

“Fuck you, you heartless son of a bitch, see you in hell,” Shredder and Tiger Claw translated before gasping. The other mutants just stood behind him, confused, as they didn’t speak a word of Japanese. Better they didn't know because with their master that angry, it was best not to question him.

The Shredder grumbled, then released his hardened grip on the demon's tail, letting the creature fall into the vile depths below. The mutants watched him drop…but there was no splash or scream anywhere to be heard, seen, or found.

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Loona had run on all fours back to Stolas, out of breath.
“God damn,” Loona managed to speak out, “That place is huge.”
Stolas looked at her, concerned, before realizing his boyfriend, aka her adoptive father, was not anywhere in sight
“Oh no,” Stolas started to panic. “Where's Blitz?” he looked left and right frantically
Loona slapped him hard in the face to regain his attention, as he couldn't focus on her trying to speak.
Since he had no proper experience in combat and weaponry, he felt useless. Sally May, Moxie, and Millie had caught up to him before they had to retreat to the roof of the building next door.
Moxie lay flat as he used the scope on his sniper rifle to attempt a clear shot at the target’s sidelines. “ I can’t see shit, the glass is 2-way reflective. Who knows if Blitz is okay in there?”

Sally May spoke up, “Cupcake, you’re talking about the guy who's survived government custody experimentation and took on the mafia with nothing but a pocket knife, trust us, he's fine.”

“Maybe he's killing the target as we speak,” Millie thought out loud.

The demons cocked their heads behind them to see their boss landing headfirst onto the platform rooftop. He stood up and brushed himself off. “I wish”.
Little did they know, Blitz put a drop of spit secretly on the crystal on his wrist while typing.

Stolas ran to hug Blitz as he lifted him off the ground. “What happened in there?”

“Looks like this is going to be more complicated than we thought,” Blitz said. “We need more insight on him, based on what I've seen in there, his crimes extend far beyond simple, petty, and bad taste.”

Sallie May objected, “But the missions are always set, we just have to slash the fuckers heads and call it a day, right?”

“Sorry, Sal, “ Millie responded, “Looks like this blood bath will take longer to run full than we thought.”

“So what do we do, sir?” asked Moxxie to Blitz

Blitz pondered, staring into the night fiercely, facing away from the group while they waited for their boss's orders.

It took almost a minute before anyone spoke again, though it felt like an eternity.

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“Alright, slackers, listen up, here's how we’re gonna do this shit.” Blitz clapped and smiled confidently, and gathered the group into a huddle circle.