Bright turned into mist as The Killers were spreading across the city. Odette Black was sent to the Northern part of town, Johnson to the South, and Trent in the East. The crimson Dripper flew alongside his crimson Eagle.
He thought of the deal he had with Valefar and the Gunsmith. Getting ALL of the Hellfire Arms that were dropped wasn't going to be an easy deal, especially when he thought of The Killers.
3 Hellfire Arms belonging to them, plus Mustang. Bright thought as he went to the West of the city. Mustang himself as an odd fellow, but then again that man had a Hellfire Arm as well.
Bright swore he saw something at the far end of the city, at Quitely island that held the statue of Lady Morissey, mistress of the founder of the city long ago, made in her memory when she died prematurely due to illness.
The statue was primarily green in color, but had several darker shades of the same color. It stood tall and upright, facing the waters and the other cities within the state of Eastwick.
Bright headed toward the island with the statue, and as he got closer to the grounds, he saw a dark grey horse, and standing next to the horse was a man in his 60s, accompanied with gray facial hair, and his wrinkles really put up a show on his face. in his left hand was his Hellfire Arm.
Bright did not say a word as he landed near Mustang, the old timer. Mustang's Hellfire Arm was a blue musket with black linings. On the linings were red stars.
"People left this place as soon as they saw me, and Shelby." Mustang spoke about himself and his dark grey horse. He didn't turn to Bright. "Modern people, they take things for granted, all those fancy suits, the fancy metal things on wheels."
Sighing, Bright knew what the old timer was on about.
"Long time ago, back in my day, I worked hard, I didn't lay off my ass while my Pa was working. I helped him gather up cattle, and accompanied him into town, even though my Ma was wary of my safety. Even when my parents appreciated me, I still felt it wasn't enough, so I joined the army, figured I could do my nation a favor for all it's done for me and my family. Managed to win a couple of battles thanks to old Tombstone here." He showed off his Hellfire Arm to Bright.
"But then he killed me." Mustang said. "I know you've heard me say it before, but, I want payback, and not even in gold." He stammered. "I was dead before my parents were, and my goodness never has. I felt that much pain in my heart as I was dragged to Hell, but my soul remained here, in Tombstone."
"The man whose body I inhibit now, was a man whose soul went up there in Heaven." Mustang further explained. "Bless that man, because I saw his memories, that he was a kind soul. I suppose he could forgive me for using his body. Now, I assume you have news for me? About the man with Dark Dice? The same bastard who killed me all those years ago?"
There was silence between him and Bright. The old timer knew things would go South if he didn't know where the user of Dark Dice was, but he also had no idea what Bright's Crimson '45 was really capable of.
"I will have Hunch and Misery seek the man you're looking for, but he needs protection considering an entire squad is looking for him." he said of Chance Gordon and his allies.
Mustang nodded. "I see." he muttered. "Very well, I shall help take care of this squad you speak of, and in turn you and your friend Hunch will bring me the Dark Diced Man."
Bright nodded, as the crimson eagle whispered in his head regarding Chance. He's still around, it said.
"If you can kill Chance Gordon." Bright started. "Then rest assured I'll stop what I'm doing and help you find Dark Dice."
"Pleasure doing business with you, sir." Mustang shook Bright's hand hard, before he went onto his horse, Shelby. "Come on Shelby!"
As Mustang said that to his horse, Shelby's legs were full of energy and ran a couple of inches away from Bright, before it hopped onto the water, and ran on it like it was soft land. Mustang laughed as he held Tombstone in the air with one hand, while the other was controlling Shelby.
Chance Gordon, Bright thought of the Haverton detective he thought he had killed. He also thought about the detective's partnership with Valefar, friends may have brought you here, but let's see what happens when they get picked out, one by one.
***
Chance's appearance shocked the rest of the members within the MPD-Haverton Alliance by the time he arrived at the 9th precinct. Freddie Bass himself was highly impressed, as with McSweeney and Ford. The HAST members had sent a couple of guys to secure the Full Moon Hotel, cleaning up whatever panic that was previously spread there.
"These fuckers keep coming and coming." McSweeney yelled out loud. "A breakout of Ryder's Island, and then one of them just so happens to obtain a Hellfire Arm, as the Representative here says considering he made the deal!"
"For the last time, I can't do shit about the deal. I try and break it off and my boss fries me, you really want that?"
"Can't your boss just get his own head out of his ass and give you a pass to interfere and maybe help us?"
"You want me to risk my own safety, and when he does give me the pass, you want me to go full demon and let the people here be even more scared than they should be?"
"Fuck." McSweeney grumbled as Officer Fermor went inside the room Chance and the others were in.
"There's been calls of a Hellfire Arm user spotted at Quitely Island, well, at least before he ran on water with his horse."
"HA! Mustang? That old bastard." Valefar spoke as he went out of his seat and walked around the room. Stacy, Freddie and Ford were seated in their own chairs.
"Tell me about Mustang. You probably remember him." Chance spoke.
"All of yas here are gonna be weirded out."
"Is there anything we don't know?" Freddie spoke and raised his eyebrow.
"Yes Freddie and friends. As a matter of fact, Mustang's original self was in the Old West, according to what the Gunsmith has told me. Killed off by an outlaw with another Hellfire Arm, before his soul got into Tombstone."
"Tombstone?" asked Chance.
"Mustang's Hellfire Arm."
"Wait, wait. He's how old?"
"The hell should I know? I didn't deal with the original Mustang." Valefar raised his hands up. "All I know is that he's now in some old man's body, said human old man died of a sudden heart attack years ago. As usual, all I did was the deal and he's out there now."
"We need to move fast. Not just finding Hellfire Arms, but also defeating the users."
"We were lucky Matthew King was dead." Ford said. "And that guy at the Full Moon Hotel was, dammit, did he take a lotta damage."
"That's how American Violence works, but you're lucky to know that once in a while, Trent will get horrible flashbacks of violent men as well as the screams of hundreds of people. Damn, when I think about it, there has been a lot of violence in this nation."
"Sorry we're not perfect, Valefar." Ford rolled his eyes, before Valefar slammed his hand onto his desk.
"Shut the fuck up, and move on." Valefar shouted. "You think I want to be here? You think I'm happy these Hellfire Arms are around? No! I just want to help my boss get them back. Chance here gets the memo, so I think you should do the same, Ford. We get all of these Hellfire Arms, including the ones you all are holding now, and rest assured, you won't see them again, and I ain't fucking lying.."
Ford was silent. Everyone else was silent in their place, even McSweeney.
Ford stood up and gave Valefar a death stare. Deep down, the demonic Representative gave a small grin, but turned into a frown again.
"I know you want to try and hurt me, maybe kill me." Valefar said. "But all these Hellfire Arms were designed by the Gunsmith to not be used against him or his dealer. Trust me, you don't want to know what they can do to you if you even try and shoot me with it."
"I know everyone hates these Hellfire Arms, but I'm not gonna repeat myself, I'm just a dealer and only a dealer."
"Speaking of deals, think you can spare another?"
Valefar's eyes bulged with irritation. "Oh boy, I wonder what you want?"
"We get all the remaining Hellfire Arms, we find the Fiend that freed them in the first place, and your boss gives back our souls in the MPD-Haverton Alliance." Chance placed Showdown on top of the desk for the moment.
Everyone except Valefar was stunned. Each person in the room had their eyes widened. Valefar continued looking at Chance, before the Representative snapped his fingers, and out came the telephone he used to call the Gunsmith, landing on top of the desk.
Valefar dialed the number, before giving the phone to Chance. "You tell him." he said of the Gunsmith. "I'll just do the deal."
"You serious, Chance?" Ford spoke.
"We are REALLY gonna have a lot of work to do." McSweeney spoke. "Fermor! Get the boys ready."
Chance took the phone from Valefar's hands. When the Haverton positioned it next to his ear, he felt a cold voice on the line emerging.
"Is this the Gunsmith?" Chance spoke before he nodded. "My name is Detective Chance Gordon. If you could spare just a minute, I have a deal that might interest you greatly."
Valefar folded his arms as Chance spoke to the Gunsmith. The Representative felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned to see a grinning McSweeney.
"Sorry Val, but until this is all over, you're dragged into this hell with the rest of us."
Valefar sighed. He was silent, he didn't want to comment. Not anymore.