Beetlejuice floated after Lydia, arms crossed and frowning deeply the whole time. He wondered what they'd be using them for today? Assassination of an opposing country's political candidate? A grotesque act of violence in some war torn section of some unfortunate country? Or maybe they were just gathering information. He didn't mind those quite as much. 

Possible his least favorite memory was the first time they had been sent out into a war zone, a demon and a literal child. He was supposed to off an entire platoon of the opposing army's guys, and while he was entirely capable of doing so, it was first time that Lydia had seen the violent capability of his powers. Suddenly, he wasn't just a fun, quirky demon best friend. Now, he was a [i]demon[/i], a monster full of potential for mass destruction. 

She was used to it now. And he hated that, maybe even more. It was one thing to treat [i]him[/i] like shit, but he'd never forgive these bastards for destroying the innocence of the one person who genuinely cared about him.

They were taken into a small, dark room. TV screens lined the walls, and a single table sat in the middle. The suited man motioned for Lydia to sit. 

"Today, we'd like you and the entity," They refused to call him by his name, "To perform a simple espionage mission." BJ let out a breath of relief. "Now, if you could summon it."