This is Paranoia

The barrier that separated him, Chance Gordon and Buster Hardin started to decimate back to Voyde's belt holster. As Chance approached the user of Dark Dice, Mustang's own body started to decimate, slowly. The old timer really put up a fight from before, and he was now, no longer full of life. Voyde picked up Tombstone and turned to see Chance.

"You gave him what was asked for." Hardin spoke. Chance wanted to speak back, but as Hardin was part of his Hellfire Arm, the last thing he needed was another headache or a shock.

"You heard my name at some point during that fight I had, now tell me yours." Voyde asked Chance. After the Haverton replied. Voyde raised an eyebrow. "Keep yourself in check with Buster, don't let the bastard get to your head too much."

"Shut up." Hardin countered.

"No, you shut up." Voyde angrily spoke. "Besides, even with Mustang gone, my job is far from over, and if you're itching for a fight, then it ain't gonna happen, cause Chance here's got Showdown, not you."

As Hardin folded his arms, the three men overheard the sound of a speeding car approaching. Chance turned first, and recognized the shape of the car as well as its color. He stopped Voyde from taking out the Dark Dice revolvers.

"That's the current Representative." Chance explained as the car got closer. He wasn't at all surprised at the sight of Valefar, but the lady beside him…

"Barbie Keane?" the Haverton's eyes blinked in confusion. "What are you-"

"Long story short, she found out about a crate the Gunsmith sent to help the MPD-Haverton Alliance, and well, she wants to help get the Arms back." Valefar said as he closed the door. He folded his arms at the sight of Hardin and Voyde. "I think I know Hardin, but I don't know you." he looked at the user of Dark Dice.

"That's because you weren't the Representative back in my day." Voyde spoke before he introduced himself. He gripped Tombstone. "Mustang's done for, yer buddy here took his energy quite a bit, then I finished the job."

"I'm aware that Mustang took the body of someone else, same case goes for you?"

"No sir, the Gunsmith sent me. He figured you and the others might need...a little help."

A little? Chance rolled his eyebrows.

Valefar sighed. He didn't expect his boss to send someone, but oh well, the help was necessary. But could this guy be trusted. He eyed Voyde's overall look. Old west. He placed his hand on his chin.

"You two ever heard of a man by the name of Bright?"

"Nope." Hardin spoke in a heartbeat

"The Gunsmith told me, but all he told me was that the original Bright died in the Old West, didn't remember who exactly killed him though. Oddly enough-"

"What?" Valefar raised an eyebrow.

"When the Gunsmith was talking about Bright, he had headaches, reported that voices were banging in his head."

"Bullshit. No way he'd be affected. I mean, he's my boss for a reason!" Valefar exclaimed.

"Look, Valefar, as much as I want to know more, but we gotta get a move on. Mustang might have been downed but there's still the others." Chance spoke.

"Don't forget the revolver man." Barbie intervened.

"Who?"

"Earl Wayne Johnson, dammit!" Valefar shouted, before he looked at Voyde. "Think you can lend a hand in this?"

Voyde showed him his twirling skill with his revolver, spinning it with his fingers. "I'm always ready for a fight." He looked at Barbie. "Hey miss. Catch." He threw Tombstone at Barbie, who was wearing the Hellfire Arm gloves. "This Lady gonna tag along the journey?"

Valefar maintained a straight face as he looked at Barbie. Barbie gave a sly smile. "Well now, I may not be able to sell my soul, cause I don't want to go to Hell, but at least I could be a helping hand for the Representative, right?"

Valefar rolled his eyes as the three men in front of him tried to hold in their laughs. "Yes."

***

"This ain't right."

Hunch Harvey spoke to himself. He was in that mansion of his on the first floor. With his hands all over the place, he walked back and forth, before taking a few seconds to sit down. A second hasn't even passed and already he's back on his feet.

"Misery might have firepower but I don't know jackshit about the others." Hunch told himself and his Hellfire Arm. A while ago, he overheard some reporters passing by, as well as curious citizens who tried to stick their nose in."

Elizabeth had taken care of them, he thought about the Lady residing on the second floor, but when people are afraid, they also get curious eventually, especially since the unknown seems to get people wondering their asses off. He turned to the crude clock just dangling from the empty and dusty fireplace.

"Where the fuck are you?" he spoke about a particular guest, before he flinched and heard knocking on the door. Dragging himself to the window, he peeked from the curtains, then he blitzed to the door, and opened it. He saw Clive Stabler and his bomber jacket on, and Piercer was strapped onto his back.

"Hunch what's the prob-" Clive didn't finish his sentence by the time Hunch's hands grabbed him by the collar and dragged him inside the mansion, before closing the door hard on him. Clive saw the frantic Hunch using the 3 to 4 different locks to secure the front door. "For crying out loud, your fucking paranoia is off the charts. You make soldiers look like actual concerned men!"

"I don't know how the fuck he did it. How the fuck he survived and he's going strong." Hunch said as he went to the window then shifted towards Clive. "Bright could have killed him if it wasn't for that fucking Representative!"

"Slow down you paranoid fuck. Who you talking about?"

"Chance Gordon! That Haverton detective." Hunch started to say. "Do you have any idea why he's after me Clive? Do you? No? Let me lecture you. I knew the guy that Bright killed, Lloyd Howitzer, and trust me, Elizabeth's been on the lookout sometimes. It was her that told me about the leading detective on the case. She even heard him speak to the Representative about finding me so he can understand why Howitzer was killed. Maybe, MAYBE this Chance guy wants to find out who the Hell got the Hellfire Arms! I just know it Clive!"

"Is this another hunch of yours? Hunch?"

"You're damn right it is, and the reason I got you here is because I need you to help that hit squad Bright sent to kill Chance and his gang."

Clive folded his arms and scoffed. "You do realize that'll track more attention that it needs to be, right?"

"Ah fuck it! Get all of them dammit, Piercer can penetrate anything! Just make sure you blast more heads than making noise."

"This is paranoia, Hunch." Clive countered. "Remind me again why Bright has agreed to help you?"

"Elizabeth."

"You've got to be kidding me-"

"SSHHH!" Hunch whispered loudly. "She'll hear you!"

"I know who she actually is, Hunch, your Hellfire Arm can technically control her."

"But I'm the one doing HER a favor." Hunch spoke. "Her family and I have history."

"So what do you want me to do? Go after the MPD and hopefully they won't chase after us Remember, that contact of mine, Uwell, the MPD must have gotten to him at the Full Moon Hotel thanks to that dipshit Hellfire Arm user I heard fighting with the cops."

Hunch thought to himself for a moment, before something clicked to him. "I got a better idea."

***

When Chance checked on Fermor, he felt distraught. The entire thing that happened with Mustang knocked him out greatly, or worse.

Fermor trembled by the sound of Chance's voice.

"I'll be fine." Fermor spoke weakly. "Just do what you got to do."

"I'll be sure to have someone at the 9th precinct get help."

"No need." Fermor said as he turned to see a couple of witnesses poking their heads out of the buildings.

"The man needs help!" Chance yelled out.

"Chance." Fermor started. "Go, now. I'll be fine."

After that, the Haverton followed the others into Valefar's car and went straight to the South End. Valefar was driving the car as usual. Even though it was a two seater initially, but Barbie witnessed in shock when the Representative extended his fingers to extend the car itself. She was in the passenger seat whilst Chance, Hardin and Voyde were in the back. Barbie felt a tingling sensation in her spine, and it wasn't anything positive.

"You remind me of the women who were scared of men like me." Hardin spoke with a cynical tone, almost like he was going to laugh."

"Hellfire Arm users are always frightening." Barbie said with a serious tone. "No to offend you Chance. I understand that you look like this now because of-"

"I told her about your fight with Bright. Hey that rhymed." Valefar joked as he was speeding fast, but not as fast as when he was with Barbie. Tombstone, Mustang's Hellfire Arm, was still in Barbie's hands. "Once we get to Freddie and Ford's locations, you three raise hell." he then remembered Hardin's status as a transparent man. "Well, two of you at least."

"You think I can't fight, new Representative? Just because I'm part of Showdown?" Hardin scoffed as the car was about to near its destination. Loud gunshots and screams were heard even from here. "Wait til you get a load of me."