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Moxxie groaned as he came to, sitting in a dark space underneath the rubble of a collapsed building. The surface under him shifted oddly, and Moxxie blinked numbly as he saw that he was sitting on the corpse of I.M.P’s target. Looked like the fool had blown himself up as well, so at least they would be paid for this mess. The man had been targeted by his deceased wife, who had been killed by one of his careless experiments, so part of Moxxie felt that ironic justice had been served.
Thankfully Millie had left before the building came down. She had been trying to call Loona but hadn’t managed to get a signal; at the time it had been an annoyance, but now it eased Moxxie’s anxiety a little bit. The imp fished his own phone out of his pocket- but of course it had no service. And knowing Blitzo, his phone would likely be broken, either from the fall or from falling into one of the many puddles likely caused by a broken water main somewhere.
Actually, where was Blitzo?
Moxxie looked around him, fighting to control his suddenly heightened sense of alarm. He and the boss had been standing right next to each other when the explosives went off, shouldn’t they still be close?
“Boss? Blitzo?”
There was no answer. Moxxie used the flashlight on his phone to search the space around him. “Blitzo!” Moxxie continued to shout into the darkness beyond his flashlight.
Finally, a feeble voice echoed from somewhere to the frantic imps’ right side. “M-moxxie?”
“Blitzo!” Moxxie ran towards the voice, and nearly dropped his phone as soon as its beam of light touched his boss.