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There were many days when being Apollyon's assistant was more of a burden than a job. This was exacty one of those. In fact, most days were. Just this morning, 42 discovered that the oh so important papers that should've been sent in the day before were mysteriously missing, and probably not filled out. It wasn't hard to see who was responsible for this. Especially with a trashcan filled with ashes in his boss' office. I hate my job...

But his pain would not end yet. Going all the way to Polly's brother, Gabriel, who he so wished he could have worked for instead, his day only turned worse. For he just so happened to catch this otherwise very mild dragon in a rather bad mood, as he stormed out of the office and left the poor fox to find the copies of the papers himself. And not only that, but anyone who then entered the office looking for something had him find it for them. It wasn't until hours after that one of Gabriel's own assistants took over.

So, now he had the papers, but no one to give them to, as his boss ran away while he was gone. The only thing left to do was to accept his little game of hide-and-seek, starting the search in the place through which he usually takes his leave; the sewers.

As much as 42 hated the place, he found it far nicer than most of the other places he usually found him. Strange pubs, hectic clubs, dark alleys, tall trees, trespassing on private properties, some random female's chambers... 42 shook his head. "The b*****d better not have reached far..."

After a bit of walk in the damp darkness, 42 started hearing things. Footsteps! It had to be him. After all, who else would ever go down there? That's a thought he would've gone better without, for soon there was a splashing noise echoing through the sewers. What's he doing? He's not clumsy enough to fall in, so... Is he DUMPING something!? What if it's not him? What if it's the... OH MY GOD, it can't be the mob, can it?

Sneaking as best he could, shaking like a leaf in the wind, the poor little Assistant went on. He kept himself close to the moisty wall, carefully looking ahead. His eyes were quite used of the dark, and it wasn't before long he could see a figure up ahead. And thou he couldn't make up who or what it was, there was one thing he was sure of. That is NOT Apollyon. As that thought struck him, like a lighting from the sky, he also made a terrifying discovery. A-are they coming this way!? OH CRAP!