Best Interest Television (BIT) Network

"Now that we've taken care of the scary skull door, where should I go next...?" Robin questioned, tapping one finger up and down upon her lip thoughtfully. "It sort of feels like wiping out the most feared mercenary camp in the entire world was starting with dessert, wasn't it? No way the next group's scarier, right? Decisions, decisions..."

"Allow me to make this decision for you, Robbie-Baby," Betty offered, before hopping aboard the Hell Roller's engine compartment and manually maneuvering it towards the door of her choosing. The door she'd picked showed a picture of a satellite etched into the metallic red surface. "These ones are on my shit list. 'Best Interest Television,' otherwise known as BIT Network. They run BIT streaming, BIT channel, BIT online, you know, all that stuff."

"Oh really? What'd they do to tick off a demon?" Robin couldn't help but be curious; Betty didn't seem like the type who lost her cool easily. Furthermore, if they were that evil, shouldn't Betty, a demon, actually be thanking them, outside of her ordinary duties to collect on their debts?

"Never you mind that! It's personal."

Colline appeared with a graceful flutter of her angel wings, then raised one finger with a know-it-all kind of gesture. "Ahem! Allow me to explain. Tis simply that Ms. Betty's ex works there, in their main broadcast studio."

"Her ex?! Another tiny demon lady?" Robin asked, wasting no time in envisioning another sexy miniature demon like Betty that might have shared a sloppy make-out session with her in the past.

"Nooo, dummy," Betty sighed, then gave Robin a bop on the back of the head. "It's not like that. Before I worked with you, she and I used to be karmic debt collecting partners, just like you and I are now. That is, before that absolute bitch betrayed me to make her fortune with TV and streaming services!" Her body suddenly stiffened up with righteous rage. "Now, she's swimming in karmic debt, and when I find her, I'm going to make sure we collect with interest!"

Robin whistled. "Not easy to imagine someone pulling one over on you! You're pretty savvy most of the time. What did she actually do?"

"... I don't want to talk about it."

"I guess it's going to be one of those stories I squeeze out of you little by little over the course of, say, three opponents, isn't it?"

"Don't test me! I'll jab a pitchfork up your ass!"

Robin decided that some light conversation with Colline might be better for the remainder of the trip. "So what's really so evil about these TV folks, anyway? I mean, I've heard they've been buying up other networks and there's a certain degree of bias in their reporting, but..." she whispered.

"Oh, tis dreadful. I want to be clear that while some news stations are unfortunately beholden to the agendas of their sponsors, not all are. There are certainly good and decent outlets from which to collect your news! Information distribution and particularly investigative journalism are not 'evil.' That said, BIT Network, tis the worst of the worst! Power players all over the world use BIT to subtly and unsubtly sway public opinion in ways that, let us just say, my Lord does not approve of, not one bit. Scandals and conspiracies are manufactured from whole cloth and all of the particulars are assembled from thin air, all to line the pockets of those with huge karmic debts themselves! They are crooks, plain and simple."

"Well... are they all crooks? Every employee at the station?"

"Not quite. Tis not like the Soldiers of Fortune. Many are ignorant of the true nature of their work. We must be selective in choosing our targets. We should also use a cover story... this is a much more public place and if we waltz in and start overpowering security and such, we'll soon be facing the police as well. I've already done the leg work!"

"Nice! Look at you, getting ahead of Betty for once!"

"... Ms. Betty probably wanted to go in guns blazing, but I digress. You'll be entering under the guise of a new employee on the newsroom floor. From there, we'll employ the usual strategy: try to challenge the worst of the karmic debtors and work our way slowly upward. You might have to hook a small fish to work your way up to the big fish!"

Robin nodded, then grinned with a mischievous look in her eyes. "You know, they've got some pretty good-looking newscasters, if I remember right! Aren't their employees like 99% women?"

"... Ms. Betty did say that she picked your targets carefully."

The Hell Roller puttered along, entering through the double doors and emerging somewhere in the heart of sunny Burbank, California.