Chapter 2 Act 3-1

"Yes."

Wasting little time Michiko sweeps the apartment and curls up on the sofa with her shoes on. The 1980's style blazer keeps her warm, and she adds no blankets on her. Madam Dragon changes into emerald silk one-piece night gown, yet its reals little beside her neck and emerald painted toenails. Opening two glass frosted white French doors made of birch wood to a spacious lavish master bedroom. Softest emerald carpet comforts her sore feet with each light step. Her giant brass knuckled knife lying on her glass round nightstand with four sliver legs embedded with precious emerald stones.

Even at forty-nine years old her French-Korean beauty bedazzles younger men and some women, yet she avoids drawing unwanted attention even with a promising natural D-Cup bosom. A woman grateful of her age and not endorsing vanity of a youthful appearance, but she adores her aging body treats with respect and care. Dragon Madam never degrades others for aging or loss of beauty, yet she bases others on merits of their actions and intentions. She crawls into her majestic king size Victorian Style bed with the softest silk sheets caressing her shapely body. The sheets dyed a forest green with ivory pillows trimmed with lime green accents. "A change of scenery awakens a new light in the darkness, and it demands restoration," Emerald Lady reflects while picturing the past. "Business remains an option of mine for the time being."

Curling up as a child would Dragon Madam falls into a slumber. She and her daughter Michiko create little noise during sleep time, yet Dragon Madam proves to be a heavy sleeper.

A spacious 1,560 square foot apartment with two levels inside a nine-story building located south of the Hangang River three miles. This apartment reveals a 1980's and 1990's vibe throughout it. Eight more top notch bodyguards patrol the apartment grounds, and four men are former US Green Beret, three are Korean Special Forces, and the final one is a British ghost a fierce bodyguard with extreme urban combat training. The ghost provides exception explosive, tactical, weapons, security, and intelligence gathering skills. "Patrol the coast is clear in the northeast sector," one bodyguard states while continuing his night rounds."

"Where are we headed Miss Aquamarine?" "North," she replies eager.

One four story building occupying a scenic view of Seoul, South Korea from the Choansan Mountains. "Interesting you live north of Seoul, yet nature surrounds where you live," Onyx Eyes praises in astonishment. The two ladies climb out of the Custom White Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IV GSR. "At least that mosquito woman doesn't have the pleasure of interrogating us anymore tonight," she adds. "Another corrupt officer on the wealthy take, and it's reveals to many crooked businesses want the easy way out," Aquamarine Eyes replies in a melancholy tone. "She's equal to that triad bimbo inside the office with the leg tattoo," Ekaterina notes.

The view to the north reveals vibrant stars in the sky, yet night in the Choansan Mountains provides a clammy breeze. "My search for this fiery mysterious intriguing American Woman hidden somewhere in this wonderful land," she reflects peering off facing the city. She yawns heavy and her eyelids sink almost shut. A white brick ten-foot-high wall surrounds the premise of the building. "Our men other than kitchen crew, 14th floor, 25th floor, 38th Floor security leaders and your most trusted bodyguards proved not to be seen or neutralized," Ekaterina reveals to her most loyal home bodyguards dreadful. "Yet a presence obliterates the looming darkness today, and this person stands a free spirit to combat that blight on this city, a will beyond the stars!" Her 38th floor security leader returns a short time after Ekaterina.

He whispers something to Ekaterina. "Hellish Calamity, it can't be, and you mean to tell me an American woman I conversed with on the roof top saved over 3,000,000 lives from obliteration disarming a weaker version of the hydrogen bomb deployed on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in WW II!" Ekaterina trembles knowing the truth for a moment, yet she laughs awkwardly. "Our mysterious guest proves the most radical human alive and cute too," Ekaterina screams in a high pitch.

"Ira, your knowledge being a former top Green Beret assigned to Counter Terrorism in the Bosnian and Kosovo Wars, and advanced degree in nuclear physics creates faith in your analysis of the bomb inside my building." "Park Gyeong-Taek arrested less than 2 weeks ago for smuggling nuclear weapons into and out of South Korea via the shipping ports." "Someone obliterated the evidence on that freighter ship in a hell fire, and the female Kkangpae and Triads responsible are deceased. "Another political figure ushering new wealth and power, or mogul must be involved in this?" "This would explain the Receptionist residing in the building." "Ekaterina, I have to scold how foolish it proves to start a gunfight with the Receptionist, yet to think you almost ended one of the most dangerous assassins, unbelievable!"

Her men converse together for a few moments. "Ekaterina remained in the presence of this person, and lives yet eight of the finest assassins and numerous thugs exterminated by one mere gunman, a person not to be trifled with," one guard states! "Impossible, a lone wolf foiling the assassination of Ekaterina, Madam Dragon, Michiko Kwon, the Japanese Man, the woman standing over there, and over 3 million South Koreans!"

"Someone loathes the underworld, but no sane person would summon that level of wrath upon themselves unless they wanted to die!"

The subtle beach front estate in Pohang at Midnight Black with silver trim custom Lamborghini Diablo SE30 1994 Coupe V12. "Ah, Mr. Shin," a wealthy underworld mogul state. "You insult my Crimson Lamborghini Countach LP500 1984 4.8 Liter V12 with that inferior eye sore you call a machine," Mr. Shin rebuttals. "You have too many obsolete eye sores that Lime green 1970 Plymouth Superbird V8, and your inferior 1984 Lamborghini Countach. "Your wallet can't back up your claim about my 1970 Plymouth Superbird Supercharged V8 being inferior!" "Another time, a night drag races doesn't favor our location," the man concludes. He lights up a Marlboro Menthol 100 with his right hand.

"Our main attraction emerges here," Mr. Shin notes pleased. A pulls up in the driveway. The figure in tight red leather race suit removes the helmet revealing a natural blonde Chinese Triad woman late 20's with Blue-Green eyes. She glares at the two men! "Blonde Barracuda, it's been far too long since our last engagement," Mr. Shin replies. "Your Dutch-English accent proves abrupt for a man living in Japan for eight years," she notes! "Remember I'm half-Dutch, a quarter Japanese, an eighth Scottish, and an eighth French," Mr. Shin rebuttals. "Your British accent as potent as the finest whiskey, well love!" "Gather me intel on a serious new player bent hellish on destroying my financial career!"

"I'll rid you of these obnoxious vermin," she states seductively. "Ah no, a 100% Deathwish Blonde Barracuda to engage this fearless outstanding assassin," Mr. Shin rebuttals. "You, dare denounce my skills, Mr. Shin!" "Cease this nonsense and listen careful Barracuda; you should know best I'm a thorough and local man never desiring to waste the lives of my clients or hired help!" "Our target terminated a few top world class assassins today and numerous other hired hitman and thugs; The Receptionist ring a bell!"

"Impossible, the Receptionist vanquished by a mere run of the mill gunman?" "It proved a slaughter verses this mere gunman," Mr. Shin sighs. "Interesting some of your competition also found itself neutralized," the Blonde Barracuda states. "Truth yet it's an expensive setback over all!" "What details do you possess on this renegade vigilante?"

"Nil as of now, Barracuda excavate crucial pieces of information for me." "Someone appears bent on ruining underworld's plans, revenge to have hired this brutal exceptional killer, yet a near improbable chance of a freelancer with their own agenda!" "An exuberant payday at 1,150,000 United States Dollars proves worth the trouble." Mr. Shin relinquishes a ledger with potential locations to enemies' fronts, deeming potential candidates capable of hiring this top caliber assassin. "Details, locations, and enemies to my wealth and empire."

She seizes a list from her tight outfit's bra delivering it to Mr. Shin, and this list provides details of concealable firearms, ammunition, smoke bombs, and explosives needed. "This list proves a bit moist for my tastes, yet it's scented of a fine Korean perfume. "Consider these weapons, supplies, and any additional information in case of a sour problem on me," Mr. Shin insures. "That list chaffed my right nipple and areola, a courtesy to be released of it." "This time the pleasure appears all mine," yet Mr. Shin retains absolute professional business composure.

The Blonde Barracuda's insidious grin before she returns the full motorcycle helmet to her head. She climbs on the motorcycle causing her red leather pants to rub against the leather seat creating a seductive sound to Mr. Shin's other guests. "Ah, the sounds of leather on leather, nothing quite so hot." "Her tight ass and sways uncontrollably, and I'd plow her in a minute," he states. The Custom white with blue striped Suzuki GSX-R 750 RR 1989 Motorcycle peels out materializing thick black smoke from the rear tire squealing. "Such a great pair of thighs and ass cheeks," the other man states vulgar.  

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