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Literature
HELLBOUND AND HYPED HELLBOUND AND HYPED
An I.M.P. Assignment Gone Sideways
The abandoned warehouse reeked of mildew and bad decisions. Blitzo kicked open the rusted door with unnecessary flair, his flintlock pistols already drawn.
"Alright, team! Client wants Pablo 'The Pipe' Martinez sent back to Hell where he belongs. Simple extraction, minimum casualties, and—Moxxie, are you even listening?"
Moxxie adjusted his bow tie nervously, clutching his rifle. "Yes, sir. Pablo Martinez. Drug kingpin. Multiple counts of—"
"BORING!" Blitzo shouted. "Just shoot the bastards!"
Millie twirled her battle axe with a grin. "Aw, don't worry, Mox. You got this!"
The warehouse interior sprawled before them—a maze of stacked crates, flickering fluorescent lights, and about fifteen heavily armed gang members surrounding a massive table. At its center sat Pablo Martinez himself, a mountain of a demon with gold teeth and a baseball bat resting on his shoulder.
"Well, well," Pablo rumbled. "The infamous I.M.P. You're
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