Night 3
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The tiny little robot took flight, searching for the GPS signal, and when it had found the car, a black Porsche, it settled down on the bonnet, next to a tied and gagged blonde, her eyes large with fear as she watched a shadowy figure appear, a hammer over his shoulder. He approached, lowered the hammer and put it next to the right front wheel, then loosened the gag. “I’m not the one to be afraid of, little one.” Or rather, he thought, not so little. They’re built big elsewhere. He turned when someone slowly clapped. “And here,” the new arrival said, “I had hoped for an easy one.”
“You’ll have to get through me,” the big man said, face taking on a stony expression, muscles straining his jacket as he lifted the sledgehammer. The other didn’t reply, but crouched and pulled a machine pistol from under his coat, stock still folded. In reply, the other pulled his jacket back, revealing a handgun the size of Monaco. “Seems we both came prepared,” he said, then his eyes widened slightly as he noted the black clad figure leaning against the doorpost, and the brace of throwing stars in its hands. “Oh, go ahead, gentlemen,” it said in a high, girlish voice. “I’m not here to interfere, I have another appointment, elsewhere.” The man with the submachine gun decided the situation was too volatile, and beat a retreat. The ninja followed him. The giant turned to the curly blonde, cut her loose and massaged her wrists. “Yours?” he asked. She nodded. “Care to give me a lifr? I think there is more work waiting for me, and I need to get there, fast.”
Night 4
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He engaged her when her back was turned, a quick karate chop to the neck. She collapsed in a heap, her head lolling forward, exposing her neck as it fell forward, where the name Natasha was tattooed in blurry blue ink. He swung his leg out for a kick, then felt how massive pressure was applied against the shin, and how a moment later an elbow exploded against his chin. He staggered backwards, just fast enough to turn the movement into a somersault, and launched himself into the air, back at his assailant, both of his feet connecting with the mans throat, who now staggered back in turn, one hand grasping as he desperately struggled to breathe, but the other managing to draw a Desert Eagle. He withdrew, and left the other two to recover.
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She threw another throwing star, aiming for the man with the dark five-o-clock shadow. Once more, she was thwarted, as he whipped it out of the way with a flourish of his jacket. She leapt at him, the sickle blade racing for his throat, the chain unfolding, but he rolled under it, and as she snapped it back, winding the chain around her torso, padded with state of the art armor, he laughed. “Come try me again, ninja.”
“It’s called a kunoichi when it’s a girl, dickhead,” she snarled. He laughed once more, and she released the kusari-gama. Once more, he dodged, then yanked the chain. She tripped, and he ran. She was left with disbelief, and a bloody tooth from where she bit it.
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“We are here at the Silver Pavillion, on a moonlit night. It is absolutely beautiful here. In a few moments, we will tell you all about this mysterious Syndicate and its alledged dealings here in Japan. Of course, a lot is speculation but… Harry! Stop frolicking around, get up, you maniac. This isn’t live, but I wanted it in one take! Wait, who are you?”
The blade took him in the throat, half a centimetre from the spine, pulled diagonally forward, severing the artery and the windpipe. The attacker turned one hundred and eighty degrees, lowered the blade, reversed his grip, and pulled it upward, inches away from the groin, severing tendons and more vital bloodvessels. He spun once more, the blade arcing, flicking the blood of it, then walked away without a glance at the journalist, whose desperate tries to cry for mercy caused the air pumping from his lungs to mix with the blood spouting from his throat into a pink, frothing cream.
Hood’s Path is dead, he was James Riche, a European Spy.
That is the aggressive action you say Rashan is in, and the subsequent nights kill and attempted kills.