Police sirens screeched below in the streets, and people stampede screaming out of the Minji Export Plaza building. She pulled herself out of the busted wall and dusts herself off. A minuscule piece of C-4 with detonator placed in the damaged drywall, and she removes the thug's fingerprints from the Ingram Mac 10 Machine Pistol a bit of C-4 and detonator on the weapon. Her thorough nature even placed a bit of C-4 with detonator on the other Ingram Mac 10 she utilized before sliding across the guidewire to this building, yet granted she wears weight steel black leather gauntlets.

Miss Plum Eyes strolls away to safe distance, and she demonstrates triggering the C-4 detonator and obliterating the evidence. The explosion decibel's sound proves quiet compared to a decent meager usage of C-4. "Dealing with potential evidence provides joyous and painful experiences." Miss Plum Eyes swift exit of the office room, and she charges down the stairs twelve floors. She locates a vacant bathroom, and this removes her designer frock coat and red dress revealing a baggy jean jacket underneath, black air walk shirt, and baggy acid washed jeans. Putting her hair in a ponytail then Miss Plum Eyes dons one of her favorite white bucket hats on her head, and she swaps sunglasses for Custom Ray-Ban B&L Emerald Orbs Eclipse Silver Sunglasses to her charming face. This woman unrolls her baggy jeans from a caprice height, yet her legs appear ivory as snow in hues and tones. She folds her prize white leather frock up after dusting off the drywall powder and places the coat under her right arm.

"Damn dresses barf, only sickos wear those!" Police storm the Minji Export Plaza building. Plum Eyes destroys the dress igniting it in the sink with a lighter after dousing it with a dinky metal flask of lighter fluid. "Sprinklers should engage in a few minutes, yet the dress will be ruined with the evidence."

These two exquisite women intermissions back outside the bullet laden Tropical Mirage contemplating their next move. Aquamarine Eyes deliberates how to conduct herself. She disappears to one of the private offices on the floor conducting a business call. "What transpired at the Tropical Mirage only minutes ago, and where are you now," a male voice inquires?" "Tropical Mirage," she informs. "I'll be there in a few minutes and remain calm."

It appears evacuated, yet a wealthy Korean Mobster, his sultry woman, and his coward nephew hiding behind the bar.

What's that putrid smell," the onyx eyed woman states? "Ah, the nephew peed himself and threw up all over the floor from the stress. They were plastered from all the free sake samples. It's only been fourteen minutes since the gunfire began. Miss Aquamarine assists the sultry drunken woman with her dress strap, yes it slides off her shoulder to avoid a mishap.

Meanwhile, the Plum Eyed psycho traverses stealthy down to the ground floor of the office building. "Walking out the front door proves disastrous and ignoramus on my behalf, so I require another optimal exit," she deliberates strategic. "Handcuffs grody and who knows what sweaty bleeding scumbags those shackled down!" She wanders tranquil to an underground parking ramp elevator. The woman rides the elevator down to sub level number 2, and her cautious scouring reveals few Korean adult pedestrians. Miss Plum Eyes possesses a blueprint map of an access route to an underground tunnel with power and water lines running through them. "Excellent!" Wasting zero time, the woman darts for the tunnel entrance shimmying down the steel ladder.

One male security member appears through the kitchen door of the Tropical Mirage. "Lower the Mossberg 1300 shotgun," he informs. Aquamarines Eyes gleams for a moment. "Keep quiet for now," the man informs.

"Who's your man," the Onyx Eyed woman inquires? "One of my most trusted bodyguards."

"Something odious happened, yet what I gathered from another security member appears disturbing?" "Over twelve members of the top seven floors security team are missing or found deceased." "What, and who could be responsible for this?" "We'll speak more of this in a secure location and time."

"A loud slam as three officers kick double doors of the restaurant open brandishing a with 20-round drum magazines, wearing bullet proof vests, and helmets.

"Damn, bring in plenty of body bags, and we have a lot of flesh bags and brain matter on the ground," a male officer informs in hysteria. Questioning begins right after the area's secured, and any wounded treated with medical help. No wounded, only dead bodies of anyone hit by stray bullets. An officer hears a weird noise checking the restroom only to find a woman making out with another woman on the bathroom floor. Cocaine packets scattered around the German and Korean women. "Are you going to touch me," states the coked out German Woman. "Enough," yells the male officer! Both women are cuffed for illegal procession. "Hey now," I wasn't finished with her, your butthole," Korean cocaine addict whines while flailing!

"Captain, we pinned down a crime boss and his three goons on the 38th floor requesting backup," a female officers states over the radio! "Sent back up to the 38th floor this instant, and suspects are armed and dangerous," the captain warns.

"The criminals unleash brutal gunfire at civilians and officers." Five vases shatter as the stray bullets cut down inanimate objects in the office hallway. These four criminals wield two USAS-12 Auto Shotguns with 10-round magazines, one Daewoo K2 Fully Automatic Assault Rifle chambered in caliber 5.56mm (.219) NATO rounds, and the boss wields a Calico M-950 chambered in 9mm with 100-round helical magazine and Desert Eagle Mark I Semi-automatic stainless-steel pistol with ruby gemstone grips. The boss shreds through four officers wrapped in body armor and helmets because the Calico M-950 fires 124 grain FMJ steel core APR and Desert Eagle Mark I 157 grain +P .357 Magnum FMJ Steel Core APR traveling at a velocity of 1,700 plus fps.

This criminal boss reveals outlandish arrogance and temperament. "Men well celebrate our victory to free with ten times pay bonuses," the boss chides.

Coonan .357 Magnum M1911 Semi-automatic Stain-steel Pistol

"Repeat officers down while suffering hefty gunfire," a female officer over the radio states helpless.

A mouthy female Korean Cop interrogates the Onyx and Aquamarine Eyed women as though they murdered all these men and women! "This fucking bloodbath happened somehow, answer me you two bimbo scumbags," she roars at them. "Look officer an odious assassin exterminates other cliental, probably of the underworld, this gunbattle waged, and it terrorized the shit out of me," concludes the onyx eyed woman. "Dammit, you trash, answer my questions," she roars. A strange gun man who brandished a 9mm pistol exterminated five men packing hidden firearms. "No, I can't describe the gunman well, and bullets whiz past my head, but I seized this Mossberg 1300 Defender 12-guage Shotgun to return fire protecting myself," Aquamarine Eyes adds flustered. "Ah, assault with a deadly weapon with intent to kill," the corrupt woman notes. "This officer reveals on the take for someone, yet she ignores who I am," the Aquamarine Eyed woman deliberates. "You two heading down to the station for thorough questioning!" "She seems aroused from harassing potential witnesses in a restaurant shooting," Onyx Eyes reflect.

"My lawyer shall find true pleasure in bringing the likes of her to justice," Aquamarine Eyes reflects smiling. "That vile detective woman expresses an appalling attitude towards us, and she creates a feeling of hated towards all others," Onyx Eyes reflects infuriated.

Plum Eyes sprints through clammy minuscule tunnel with minimal lighting reaching two block distance, and this woman scans the blueprints then turns right at t-shape intersection. "My tunnel blueprints prove accurate and safest ways to allude Korean law enforcement," Plum Eyes deliberates. Her eerie aloof nature creates crucial advantage in her escape route. The tunnel's dead-end traverses to another steel ladder, and she scurries breakneck upwards locating entrance to an under-construction beauty spa. Miss Plum Eyes appears eleven blocks from the Minji Export Plaza Building. "This exquisite designer frock coat proves a bane in my strategy for now, but it's a gift from someone dear!" She locates a spa bag hiding her designer frock coat inside, and her back holster with Custom Silenced Beretta 92FS Inox Pistols and stainless-steel fifteen round magazines.

She vanishes out the front door hustling down busy streets with her spa bag to locate a taxicab. This woman scours the streets avoiding any potential officers lurking through this concrete Korean jungle. Miss Plum Eyes flags down a taxi driven by a middle-aged Korean woman possessing a worn-out gaze but vivid smile. "Where to miss?" She notes an area, numerous blocks from her abode inside the industrial area of Seoul Sugung-dong (Guro-Gu) 구로구Guro District south of the Hangang River. "Yeongseo dialect, another visitor from ChunChon?" "いや、よくわからない (No, I don't understand?)

"Japanese your one of them, I'll charge you more now," the middle-aged woman reflects!"

Miss Plum Eyes deliberates about her main home and shop under construction located in Inje County, South Korea. She notices the greedy new grin on the Korean drivers face and understands the fare will increase. This woman devises ways to return home and handle this new odious ordeal lurking before the sunset. A sign labeled Guro-Gu appears out the taxi window. Miss Plum Eyes dishes out won equaling 160 United States Dollars to the greedy woman after the taxi pulls over in Sugung-dong about a 20-minute walk from her abode in Oryu 2(i)-dong. She strolls through the streets scouring for any police or unwanted eyes or hooligans. The sky luminates the clouds from abundant light pollution and the time reveals an hour after dusk. "A chance of rain given the cloud structures of to the east, and Seoul's lousy air quality needs a good rain to refresh the city." She strolls further down the street, yet this woman scans the streets leading to the industrial area of .

A cargo truck passes by while Miss Plum Eyes nears her residents, and light pollution blocks out the moon and stars in an orangish haze. This woman unlocks the massive sliding steel garage door, and she powers it open sliding it to the right. Miss Plum Eyes locks the steel door behind her after sliding it closed. She enters a small room in the middle of the car garage, yet this woman searches for a secret compartment in the wall safe. Plum Eyes turns the dial opening the safe and hiding her exquisite legendary white frock coat inside the wall with her sunglasses both pairs, Twin Custom Silenced Beretta 92FS Inox 9mm Pistols, White Bucket hat, and Chunky Etnies Czar shoes. She dons a pair of worn Black Chuck Airwalk size 9 skate shoes and opens the trunk of her 1997 Custom Mitsubishi FTO Coupe GR All Wheel Drive. Twin Silenced Custom Beretta 92FS Inox Pistol with a 1:18 rifle twist rate clockwise, and 15 round double stack magazines eight of them. The 9x19mm Parabellum +P steel core FMJ 124 grain brass casing rounds, she manufactured be identical to ammunition sold by local Triads in Incheon, South Korea. All brass casings reveal from a local Daewoo Firearms Manufacturer, and she wields new Beretta 92FS Inox to avoid tracing the same ammunition to the Tropical Mirage incident earlier today.

Miss Plum Eyes seizes an oval pair of Ray Ban sunglasses with custom yellow shooting lenses, contacts turning her eyes emerald, and an auburn wig with red highlights throughout.

A disguise concealing her natural eyes, and she dons dual underarm pistol holsters with six M9 magazine slots. This woman holsters her Beretta 92FS Pistols and clips the six M9 stainless steel magazines into the slots. She sports a lighter blue Tommy Hilfiger men's jean jacket before locking up her home entrance and the shop's heavy steel garage door. Miss Plum Eyes jogs to Sugung-dong, and she flags down a local taxi.