A Cold Day in Hell (Helluva Boss Story)

Part 2: Strays

"A single fang in a maw cannot harm the great enemy alone, we fight together for we are all a fang biting against the mutant, the heretic, the alien... for we are the imperium's fangs,"

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FT-2424 wasn't the best tracker of his squad, that honor belonged to FC-2239 or Fennec.

Frost and Fennec were close. It always has been since the days they were pulled from their birthing tanks, both were developed on 'F-line' and were those of the line to survive the test BEFORE they even started training. They always had each other's backs even after they were deployed with their squad.

'Line-brothers stick together,' 

The warbeast adjusted his mask while walking down the streets of 'Imp city' which might have been a bad idea save for the fact that everyone here seemed to be an abhuman similar to the one he had caught trying to steal from him. Along with the red mutants, there were those that looked like him and his brothers.

They were from what he could gather from his observations Canine-like abhumans, similar but different to the red humanoid mutants. They had red eyes, muzzles, pointed ears, tails, claws, and digitigrade legs... from what he heard from the crowd, these creatures were called 'Hellhounds' and luckily for him, due to his appearance, he could blend right in.

Well unlike the hellhounds he lacked digitigrade legs having more 'human' appendages that kept him upright and standing. Not like they gave him a second look, even with his armor they all just gave one stare and snapped their heads away as a planetary noble would do at the sight of a sectioned psyker.

Not like he wasn't used to it... being a abhuman himself.

A warbeast... genetically developed to fight and die for the Imperium.

From what he could tell this world didn't even seem to be such a world under Imperial law which could make things tricky. However, that didn't manner as long as he could find his brothers without tribulation he would be just fine. However, one look to his right caused him to stop walking, staring through a window of one of the 'pawn shops' he was walking past.

/pawn 666/

Standing behind the counter, Steve stared down at the records book before stopping at the price of one of the items he had pawned to him.

'HA! This is worth five hundred easy! Not twenty-five bucks! Lucifer I love free money,'

Flipping from the book he turned to a weapon's records book to wonder about one of his latest pawns. Pier to opening his book he stopped at the sound of his store's bell ringing of a potential customer or... to Steve a 'sucker'.

Closing his book he put on his famous salesman smile and looked towards the door to his pawn, however, his smile faltered slightly at the sight of the person that walked into his shop. Standing clad in black armor he didn't recognize along with a gasmask with lenses that glowed a low blue staring at him. As the stranger walked towards his counter he tried if he had wronged some crime boss that they sent a hitman like this.

He felt bullets of sweat build up while trying to keep up his smile while his mind raced, of course, he didn't all his pawns were legit and he gave those 'made demons' the best prices. He gulped at the sight of the dark armored being who easily towered over him staring him down, the mask over the person's face was featureless yet it almost looked like it was glaring down at him.

"Hello, w-welcome to Pawn 666 how can I help you?" The Imp looked up at this person who looked like he could survive an extermination night and maybe even kill a few exterminators without breaking a sweat.