Galley was still outcold following Valefar's interrogation. The demon and Representative of the Hell's Gunsmith made his way to Galley's fridge, taking out a bottle of Atomic Cola.
"This drink here really do be the popular thing around town, ain't it?" he was laying on the couch, the same place where Galley was passed out. He looked at Chance dialing the phone in the kitchen.
"Detective Chance Gordon of the Haverton Agency, I'd like to be connected to the 9th precinct of the Morissey Police Department." Chance spoke with the coal black telephone.
"Patching you through." said a dispatch.
"Yes." Came a voice. It was McSweeney.
"It's Chance." the Haverton detective started. He began to tell in detail regarding his activity with Valefar, including the note regarding Earl Wayne Johnson. The call went on as McSweeney winced at the details involving Valefar interrogating Galley.
"He did what?" McSweeney spoke. "For fuck's sake. I know it's a demon but you best keep an eye on him. The last thing we need is him running off?"
"I'm pretty sure his boss will keep him better in check." Chance said as he looked at Valefar, burping upon finishing his bottle of cola, before he turned to see Galley waking up.
"What the-" Galley said in horror as he saw his left hand missing a finger, his pinky specifically. His eyes locked to Valefar. "You!"
"Not today chickenshit."
"Hey!" Chance spoke as Valefar picked up Galley with his arms before throwing the man into the room. Valefar twisted his knuckles before he went in and punches were heard in the apartment. Chance swore he heard a large jab thrown at Galley.
"What the fuck!?" McSweeney barked as Chance listening it onto the phone. He swore he heard barking. "Chance! One of our guys picked up a Hellfire Arm at the Junkyard, but it's running wild now around the station!"
"Running?" Chance spoke. He recalled the Hellfire Arms he saw before such as Blade, Piercer and The Rat King. He also remembered the ones he saw during the war. Back at Iwo Jima, a soldier had a rifle that was also a living torch: a flamethrower. The rifle at the time had a dragon's head in front, and it's mouth was part of the barrel that shot the flames.
I may need to ask Valefar about that one, Chance thought.
"Damn it!" McSweeney shouted. "Chance! The Hellfire Arm ran off! It turned into a freaking dog! You're at Port Pembroke right? Stay there for a while just in case in runs off there! I'm gonna try and catch it with the boys!"
Chance wanted to speak further, but the phone was cut. He placed it down, before he went to see Valefar still beating Galley.
"Val." Chance spoke. "I told McSweeney about what about that Dripper Galley's gonna meeting tomorrow."
"Yeah, and Galley was just about to tell me that he'll help us find any Hellfire Arm, or Arms here in Pembroke, right chickenshit?" Valefar looked at a laid down Galley.
"Yeah." Galley said badly bruised and missing his left pinky. "Just get the fuck out."
***
"So, any news from the cops?" Valefar asked. As Chance told him about the Hellfire Arm McSweeney was ranting about on the previous phone call, the Representative's eyes bulged. "Fang!? They found it?"
"I'm assuming Fang is the name of the Hellfire Arm." Chance spoke as he was busy driving throughout the streets of Port Pembroke. We can't be too careful if there are any Hellfire Arms around here, he thought.
"So, mind telling me what exactly we're doing right now?" asked Valefar. "Cause if we don't try to find Fang-"
"Who or what is Fang? You telling me that this is a Hellfire Arm that can change into a dog?"
"Not that, Fang was an actual dog way back in the day." Valefar spoke. "That is until it was dragged to Hell and the Gunsmith gave it a second head, made the dog demonic and stitched another demonic head."
"Tell me something I need to know about dealing with Fang."
"Yeah this particular Hellfire Arm is a bit different from others. Normally a person finds the Hellfire Arm and I do the deal with them, bla bla bla. But with Fang? It searches for a suitable owner, a best friend if you may, or maybe the perfect user."
He continued. "Basically it's like the average man, or woman, who owns a dog, and has a bond with that said dog. But don't worry, whoever Fang reaches to, I'll be sure to see them and let you know. I am the one whose going to seal the contract with the person who gets Fang afterall."
"Let's hope it's a citizen whose willing to help the MPD-Haverton cause." Chance spoke before he felt the ground shook a bit. "What the hell?" he mumbled. It wasn't strong but it was enough to keep him on his toes, as other cars felt the shaking and were honking and swerving, avoiding each other.
Next, from a distance, Chance and Valefar saw a group of people in addition to a couple of police wagons. They were all at an intersection, taking the left part of it. One MPD officer managed traffic, while others attempted to block out the curious citizens.
"Could it be?" Valefar spoke as Chance slowed down the car a few inches away from the scene. The Haverton detective and Representative approached the crowd, as an officer saw them.
"Chance Gordon of the Haverton Agency."
"Detective. Valefar." the MPD officer said Valefar's name sternly. Chance assumed Valefar's name and identity was told to all officers. Wonder what kind of sight would behold if everyone knew who Valefar actually was instead of businessman George Vale. "We found a Hellfire Arm by accident."
"Any guys from HAST?" Valefar spoke next.
"HAST member Ford's here."
The officer allowed Chance and Valefar to get into the scene, where a small crack emerged in addition to HAST members guarding the scene.
"Chance." Ozzie Ford spoke with a semi light hearted tone. There was still some fire in his eyes following Rollins' death, as Valefar came into his view.
"The All-American suits you." Valefar spoke of Ford's appearance with the American flag strapped onto his back like a cape.
Ford said nothing and turned to Chance. In Ford's hand was a double barreled shotgun with a cracked handle. It's barrels were also filled with cracks, and black aura was surrounding it.
"Interesting." Chance spok to Ford. "You don't have to take the deal twice?"
"Ha! You're funny Chance." Valefar spoke. "Or maybe it's my fault for not saying it: Hellfire Arm users won't be affected by another Hellfire Arm if they hold it. They can't use it though, just like Ford here."
"I'd appreciate it if you answer me and tell me which Hellfire Arm I'm holding here right here and now." Ford. "If your boss allowed it I'd put one in you for forcing Chance to mercykill Rollins."
"First of all. Blame The Rat King." Valefar moved forward. Ford saw the Representative's clenched fists. They were spewing out a small phase of red aura. "Like I told the Haverton detective here. I only make the deals. It's not my fault if the Hellfire Arms are going towards dangerous people."
"No, but a lot of people died because of it." Chance spoke next. "You know Bright, do you?" Valefar was quiet as Chance asked that. "Hunch Harvey, Clive Stabler, the Ripper. And all those people allegedly part of Drip Work Inc?"
"Not just that." Ford asked. "But maybe there's other people he's made deals with, people not part of Drip Work Inc."
Valefar looked down onto the ground before he made eye contact with Chance. Chance could see the look on the Representative's face.
"I know I have to get them all back." Valefar said. "And I know I can't get them myself because of..you remember what I said."
"Yeah, burnt like a french fry and get replaced by someone else." Chance grinned. Ford chuckled as Valefar heard that.
"Funny guy."
"I know you hate humans, but until this is all over you're going to help us."
"Yeah." mumbled Valefar who crossed his arms. "I'll do it. Just...let me try to remember everyone I made deals with, before I met you lot at least. If I still can't remember whom, then best I could give more info about the Arms."
"Then let's start with this." Ford said of the shotgun. "What is it and what does it do?"
"That there is Aftershock." Valefar explained. "Packs a punch like McSweeney's Hellfire Arm, but Aftershock here leaves marks like that onto the ground, and the Earth itself." He pointed at the cracks on the ground. "The Gunsmith made it during the Old West. One of the 5 Hellfire Arms that's still around since then."
"So there's a possibility the other 4 are in town as well?" Chance asked. "Your boss tell you how many have dropped into the United States."
"Look, there's bound to be a lot." Valefar corrected. "But hey, it's not all of them. Besides, I bet your friend Freddie and the boys at Oyster Bay probably already recovered quite a number of them. I'll do the checking myself later."
"So this Aftershock, it creates earthquakes?" Ford said in shock. "Is your boss trying to destroy the world? Does he realized that the world had a great war four years ago."
"Hey, my boss made that for any human to use, officer Ford, and I do mean any human, regardless if they're a saint or not." Valefar huffed "Also, the Gunsmith had one simple ideology when it comes to humanity under these Hellfire Arms: everyone is equally worthless. I mean, Chance is bound to agree with me, this man here served in the great war, and everyone there was equally serving their countries and fighting for it, right?"
A large howling was heard and it pierced through the skies. Various people including Chance himself closed their eyes, except Valefar.
"Fang." Valefar said in shock. "He's found an owner. Ford, get that thing back to safety at the 9th precinct. Chance, you're coming with me!" Valefar soon ran and went through the crowd.
"Best you follow him." Ford said. "At least he's gonna help us get these damn Arms."
"Ford."
"Yeah?"
"Valefar told me back then in Rosenthal's office that someone went into hell and freed the Hellfire Arms. You think we should find him? That someone?"
"Maybe?" Ford reply. "I don't know Chance, right now it's best to find these Arms."
But we can't ignore this someone, Chance thought, it's not everyday you hear somebody pissing off a Gunsmith from Hell and freeing weapons he made.