Los Demonios

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“Yes…” Citrus-Man replied to Gerome as both headed to the back of the establishment. Music stopped the moment their Boss entered the building, but most of them had their eyes on Gerome. They had firm stares at the mayor of Hope City, some of them gripped hard on their weapons.

“Booker, I have return.” Citrus-Man and Gerome arrived at the back towards the Giant Man dealing with the trade. This is the same Giant Man that Liza and her group encountered earlier. He had the signature signed by Asuza framed on the wall.

“Sir! Welcome home! It seems that your quest to Hope City was a success?” Booker asked.

“Yes, the city is now under my firm control. I have taken their mayor. He’ll be working with us for the time being to get everything sorted out.” Citrus-Man stepped aside to show Gerome.

“You… yes, I know your face. You’re the punk that my friends told me about.” Booker said. “The Dream Smasher!” He referred to the mayor. “You have a lot of people who have a bone to pick with you.” 

“No, no. I can’t have this one hurt. He’s an asset to my ambitions. Treat him well.”

“Alright sir…” Booker turns to Gerome. “You’re coming with me. Citrus-Man is a very busy man, you know.”
 
"Ehehe... I'm sure Citrus-Man can accompany me to the area, yes?" Gerome nervously smiled to the people glaring at him, some spitting in his direction and a few saying some loud remarks. "W-Well, I suppose w-we're all busy men, right..? Besides, Citrus-Man said that I shall not be harmed here, so please... errm, don't hurt me."

Gerome sweated, knowing fully well that some people were not happy to see him. He thought about a way out but knew it would be more risky, especially when half of the city wants you dead. He fixed his tie, awkwardly waving at the cold-blooded criminals. He inched closer to Booker the more people spat and lashed at him.

Oh, how am I ever going to get out of this situation..?
 
Citrus-Man chuckled. “No, this is where I take my leave. I’ll return once Booker filled you in with the details. Goodbye.” He left without giving Gerome a chance to say anything.

“Don’t worry… once the Boss says we can’t hurt you, we won’t.” Booker grabbed him by the collar. “But just know this, you’re on my shit-list… I’ll be dreaming of smashing your teeth down your throat.” He let Gerome go and headed in the back of his shop. “Come, we have very important business to attend too.”
 
Gerome yelped upon Booker grabbing his collar. It was obvious that he was not a fighter. Shaken up, Gerome followed Booker to his shop, careful not to make any eye contact with any other of the citizens. He fixed his tie from the little ruffle Booker gave him and simply accepted what he would have to do. He knew he could not escape or fight his way out of the city.

I guess I don't have much of a choice. This situation is not looking good and it only gets worse by the second. Well, at least I can hopefully influence these people to make better life decisions...

Once Gerome arrived with Booker to the back of his shop, a Deimos sat behind the counter with his feet placed over the counter. He rocked himself back and forth on the chair as he shined a knife before tossing it in a box where other knives were located. He was playing darts from the looks of it, having a few darts laying in front of him. He took one and shot it towards a target with a picture of ShineCero and Z. He hit the picture and scoffed.

"Stupid Paradicians, they ain't nothing but trouble. If only the people knew who really destroyed Los Demonios, that'll show them what those magical losers think of us..."
 
“You’re still obsessing over them? How about you go after there and show them a thing or two.” A young lady, Daggers, taunted the Deimos throwing knives at Magic Society Leaders. “And quit throwing my knives.”

“Let the Deimos vent out. That damn imp level our city like it was nothing. As if she was taking a long, good stretch, then boom, everything gets blown away.” Nuclear said. “If I see them… I’ll melt down their entire pathetic continent.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Daggers turned to see Gerome and Booker come in. “Well, Citrus-Man brought in new meat into our quarters, eh?” She jumped up with a smile on her face. She had one a pink dress, black leather boots and gloves. Across her torso, she had a belt with knives hanging around. “Gerome, Gerome. When the Boss said he’s bringing you in, everyone that knows you got excited, you know?”

“Relaxed, Daggers. We can’t rough him up. Yet. He’ll be working with us to bring this city back to its original state, maybe even better.” Booker turns to Gerome. “Isn’t that right, Gerome?”
 
"Y-Yes..." Gerome answered Booker.

He was careful not to make eye contact with anyone in the room, fearing he would set them off or know them. He knew his situation was bad but he did it to protect Mr. Nicestone and Hope City.

"Aww, shut it, Daggers! You can't handle those two magic clowns!" Tempo, the Deimos, said. "Maybe if you kept a better eye on your daggers, I wouldn't be throwin' them."

Tempo eyed Gerome and rose from his seat, grabbing his two drum sticks, and poking the butler with one of them. He laughed at how feeble the butler looked before placing a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it much to Gerome's discontent. He heard of his name and his connection to Hope City.

"Heh, sounds like Citrus-Man sure messed up that tiny city of yours. I wouldn't worry tho', he keeps his word. If he says we can't hurt you then I guess that's that, huh?"

"Uhh, yes, I suppose so... B-But what if someone does? Surely the promise Citrus-Man made to keep me safe will be nulled, right?"

"Nah, the dude who punched your teeth out will probably be punished but you'll still work, with or without your teeth. Think of it like battle scars. You'll be cool!"
 
“Regardless, let’s get straight down to business. We need you to authorize our men to bring tons of Californite to Los Demonios so we can start construction.” Booker said.

Daggers twirls her knives with her fingertips. “You’re just lucky we can’t use you as a punching bag, so hurry up and get to work. Here’s a desk there. Another guy who to work here, before he got the boot.”
 
Gerome took a seat behind the desk and seemed discontent with all the mess left on the desk, however, he did not complain. He dug within his suit to pull out a fancy looking pen. He knew he had a job to do and wondered what kinds of things these people will make him approve. He already did not like signing stuff that went against Mr. Nicestone but in this situation he had no choice. His voice turned calm, finally grasping the situation he was in and played it very cautiously.

"Very well, hand me the papers and I will start as soon as I can." Gerome said.

"Didn't Citrus-Man mention something about finding a doctor too?" Tempo asked Booker. "I think he said he wanted to fix something but I can't recall."
 
“That’s right, Tempo.” Booker pulled out a stack of papers and placed it on the Gerome’s new desk. “He’s an incredible doctor that messes around both science and magic. I heard he was previously in the Magic School after being banished for his unethical practices. He’s one of the few rare individuals that Citrus-Man respects. But he’s awfully expensive.”

“And that’s why Gerome’s other purpose is to rake in all the cash gained during the transaction from selling Californite to other countries to paid him, right?” Daggers asked.

“Yup.” Booker said. “Citrus-Man is currently traveling and need someone to handle his financial affairs. So not only that, but you’ll be scheduling Doctor Stein and issued payments from Hope City’s monies.”
 
"I've heard a little about this Dr. Stein. His practices include robotics if I'm not mistaken," Gerome said while examing the first paper, reading it very carefully. "Why would Citrus-Man need a man like that, especially if he's so expensive?"

"I heard he wants to build a robot army or something," Tempo added. "Those are just rumors tho'. I think Boss would like to have a guy like that on his side if he's so smart. I don't think there's another guy as smart as him when it comes to technology."

Heh, if only you knew about him... Gerome thought.

Gerome signed the first paper and placed it to the side while he carefully read the next. He did this for the next couple of papers before looking at the form talking about Dr. Stein and his whereabouts. He shivered slightly.

"What's up with you?" Tempo said while poking Gerome's forehead. "You scared of Desolate Lands or something? That's where Dr. Stein was last reported I think. Hey Booker, ain't that where Citrus-Man was heading to?"
 
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