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had slaughtered their former gang leaders in a river of blood. Liu was a
lieutenant of the 186, he wasn't about to argue with the White Death's aide,
who seemed like a bigger male version of Petrov, ready to kill gruesomely at a
moment’s notice. So, here he stood. They'd followed the same boring routine for
days now. Whoever the Britisher was, Petrov considered him important enough to
keep a guard posted. Liu didn't care why. He figured that it was just more
white foreigner business.
When the White Death had first approached the 186 Blue Society,
she had promised that they would become the most powerful society in Hong Kong
if they would join with her. After watching Petrov gut their old leader on the
meeting house floor, Liu's new boss, Lee Jong, had agreed to join with her.
Liu had to admit that the foreign devil had kept her word.
Before their influence had only extended over a small section of the sea docks.
Now, the influence of the 186 had grown. With gifts of money and new weapons,
it had reached the point where Liu heard they had challenged the might of the
An family itself. The future was looking very bright indeed. The White Death
and her companion were arrogant, all foreigners were. But that could be
tolerated for a time, Liu's boss had allowed. Liu himself didn't care.
Liu turned towards the sound of singing from the dirt track the
locals called a road. Coming into the glow of the lanterns, Liu saw two women
staggering together arm in arm, clearly drunk. As they came closer, Liu could
see that they were both foreign women, one holding a bottle. The white woman
was dressed only in European underwear, the dark one little more than a torn
sheet. Whores he decided to himself. They must have wondered over from another
district. He was amused.
“Je,” he called out to his partner, “Look at this.” He knew
that his partner was as bored as he was.
“Damn,” Je said with a sigh, watching the two come closer. “We
should be so lucky.”
Giggling, the two whores called out to them in some language
that Liu didn't know, smiling all the while. Liu smiled back, not understanding
a word. The women laughed again. They turned to each other for a moment, then
split up; one came towards Je and the other towards Liu, their expressions
making their intentions clear.
“Hey,” Je leered, “Maybe we are that lucky!” He smiled back at
the white one who was looking at him in the brazen way white women did. A
bottle dangled from one hand, while the other was coyly behind her back. Je
opened his arms for her.
“Do not even think it,” Liu warned Je weakly, “Karkov would have
our balls.” Karkov was the White Death's aide. Still Liu couldn't take his gaze
off the dark one; there was something about her eyes that held him captive. She
came closer to him. Well, Liu thought desperately, maybe a quick one in the
road wouldn't hurt anything. After all, they'd been standing out here forever,
and it was cold. If they were quick, Karkov need not even know. The dark one
shouted something Liu didn't understand. Suddenly he saw, with terror, a large
knife flashed in the woman’s hand. Then he saw nothing at all.
When Abigail heard Saira give the signal, she pulled her weapon
from behind her back. Leaning against the body of the guard leering at her, she
dropped the bottle as she did so. She pushed the electronic pistol into his
stomach and pulled the trigger. There was a muffled crack and the man's face
jerked in surprise, mere inches from her own face. In what seemed to take
forever, his eyes glazed over and his weight came down on her shoulders. There
was the overpowering smell of burnt cloth and pork. Abigail fought back her
nausea as the guard slid off her and on to the ground. Abigail fought her
stomach the whole while. She heard the sounds of running footsteps and then
Will was beside her, gun in hand.
“Good job,” the Captain whispered, “You alright?” She
straightened up, breathing deeply, and nodded
had slaughtered their former gang leaders in a river of blood. Liu was a
lieutenant of the 186, he wasn't about to argue with the White Death's aide,
who seemed like a bigger male version of Petrov, ready to kill gruesomely at a
moment’s notice. So, here he stood. They'd followed the same boring routine for
days now. Whoever the Britisher was, Petrov considered him important enough to
keep a guard posted. Liu didn't care why. He figured that it was just more
white foreigner business.
When the White Death had first approached the 186 Blue Society,
she had promised that they would become the most powerful society in Hong Kong
if they would join with her. After watching Petrov gut their old leader on the
meeting house floor, Liu's new boss, Lee Jong, had agreed to join with her.
Liu had to admit that the foreign devil had kept her word.
Before their influence had only extended over a small section of the sea docks.
Now, the influence of the 186 had grown. With gifts of money and new weapons,
it had reached the point where Liu heard they had challenged the might of the
An family itself. The future was looking very bright indeed. The White Death
and her companion were arrogant, all foreigners were. But that could be
tolerated for a time, Liu's boss had allowed. Liu himself didn't care.
Liu turned towards the sound of singing from the dirt track the
locals called a road. Coming into the glow of the lanterns, Liu saw two women
staggering together arm in arm, clearly drunk. As they came closer, Liu could
see that they were both foreign women, one holding a bottle. The white woman
was dressed only in European underwear, the dark one little more than a torn
sheet. Whores he decided to himself. They must have wondered over from another
district. He was amused.
“Je,” he called out to his partner, “Look at this.” He knew
that his partner was as bored as he was.
“Damn,” Je said with a sigh, watching the two come closer. “We
should be so lucky.”
Giggling, the two whores called out to them in some language
that Liu didn't know, smiling all the while. Liu smiled back, not understanding
a word. The women laughed again. They turned to each other for a moment, then
split up; one came towards Je and the other towards Liu, their expressions
making their intentions clear.
“Hey,” Je leered, “Maybe we are that lucky!” He smiled back at
the white one who was looking at him in the brazen way white women did. A
bottle dangled from one hand, while the other was coyly behind her back. Je
opened his arms for her.
“Do not even think it,” Liu warned Je weakly, “Karkov would have
our balls.” Karkov was the White Death's aide. Still Liu couldn't take his gaze
off the dark one; there was something about her eyes that held him captive. She
came closer to him. Well, Liu thought desperately, maybe a quick one in the
road wouldn't hurt anything. After all, they'd been standing out here forever,
and it was cold. If they were quick, Karkov need not even know. The dark one
shouted something Liu didn't understand. Suddenly he saw, with terror, a large
knife flashed in the woman’s hand. Then he saw nothing at all.
When Abigail heard Saira give the signal, she pulled her weapon
from behind her back. Leaning against the body of the guard leering at her, she
dropped the bottle as she did so. She pushed the electronic pistol into his
stomach and pulled the trigger. There was a muffled crack and the man's face
jerked in surprise, mere inches from her own face. In what seemed to take
forever, his eyes glazed over and his weight came down on her shoulders. There
was the overpowering smell of burnt cloth and pork. Abigail fought back her
nausea as the guard slid off her and on to the ground. Abigail fought her
stomach the whole while. She heard the sounds of running footsteps and then
Will was beside her, gun in hand.
“Good job,” the Captain whispered, “You alright?” She
straightened up, breathing deeply, and nodded
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