Chapter Two: The Mission

After taking the gifts into the vault, we leave my home in my heirloom Foose Coupe which has been used in generations past by the Blaster bloodline. We start up the car and hover out of the parking lot and into highway I-38 or as I like to call it: Clusterfuck. As we accelerate to the speed of sound I take inventory. I took two of the three major gifts with me for the mission – the mission that I still have no idea or clue of what we’re doing.

“Yo, what does this mission entail oh wayward brother from another mother?” I say while looking out into the utterly anxiety-causing, seizure-inducing traffic. Neon Gash traffic, by the way, is like looking at a rainbow of grainy bright colors going so fast they could cut your head off with a spoon. In every direction, mind you.

“The mercenary guild I’m from said we’re going after some new hotshot who kills for ritualistic fun calling himself ‘Mr.Fix.’ Apart from the location, I know nothing about him. The man is like a shadow.”