Heist (1/?)

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(3rd POV)

In the dimly lit warehouse adjacent to the bustling B.B.C., amidst towering stacks of crates and forgotten relics, a corner served as the demons' makeshift command center. A working TV perched on a sturdy metal stand. Despite its age, the screen emitted a faint glow. It cast eerie shadows across the room, with static filling the air and occasional bursts of distorted voices and flickering images.

Gathered around the TV, five demons watched intently, absorbing every detail of their target displayed on the screen. Their attention shifted to a sturdy table nearby, where a map lay spread out, illuminated by the dim light. Markings and annotations adorned the map, tracing out the intricate details of their heist plan.

Leaning in close, their claws traced the lines of the map.

Despite the grim surroundings, electric energy permeated the air—a sense of anticipation and excitement as the demons prepared to embark on their daring endeavor. With the map as their guide and the TV as their informant, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead in pursuit of their prize.

"Alright, you bunch of dick fuckers, thanks to someone we've got ourselves a map to the auction that some high and mighty overlord is throwing," the demon said, wearing a rugged ensemble reminiscent of a cowboy gunslinger. He had a tall, lean frame with broad shoulders, clad in a worn-out leather jacket adorned with stitching and patches.

Beneath the jacket, he wore a faded denim shirt, its sleeves rolled up to reveal sinewy arms.

His lower half was clothed in sturdy leather pants, tucked into a pair of well-worn boots that had seen their fair share of adventures. A belt with a large, ornate buckle cinched his waist, holding various tools and weapons essential for their heist.

Atop his head sat a weathered cowboy hat, its brim slightly tilted to shade his sharp, calculating eyes from the dim warehouse lights. His hair, a tangled mess of dark strands, peeked out from beneath the hat, adding to his rugged appearance.

"Do you dimwits even remember our bloody plans?" he asked as the others nodded. "Eh, boss, who woz da one who gave ya dis info anyways?" another demon asked, decked out in a vibrant black and white mafia suit, exuding an aura of authority and menace. His tusks protruded from beneath his snarling lips.

"Not a single one of you imbeciles would have a clue, but I won't be divulging it regardless," the demon replied, rubbing his head.

As the demons discussed the auction, the TV began changing, and "Ahem... Ahoy there, young and old, to the newest show on this hell! PUZZLEVISION brought to you by Mr. Puzzle."

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