Sulfur bites the air as midnight blinds glow a hellish red. Inside the office of Immediate Murder Professionals, a knife spins in Blitzo’s hand, a rifle finds its tune with Moxxie, and Millie kisses cold steel for luck. As sirens smear across the windows, the crew in Imp City hustles for contracts, jumps topside with a stolen grimoire, and prepares to either botch or ace another job. They are a...
