Asrond Tenik Estate

The Maid easily jumps the fence. Her name no longer Ling-Fou, a traveling name she used when she was younger, but her real name: Mahou Takanuki; former Captain of Regiment B of the Rebellion Separatists during the Beijionese Civil War ten years past. With an angered expression, the tallish brown haired Neko in the maid outfit was finally ready to confront Tenik, the man whom she lay the responsibility of not only her defeat, but for killing her entire village. "Bastard's gonna pay big time...Yes, being fired wasn't part of the plan, but now the time has come. I feel only a little rushed, but Tenik doesn't have enough bodyguards to protect him. In an hours worth of work, I'll be done here. I don't know what I shall do after the fact, but for now my soul concentration shall be on the current task at hand-slitting Rufus Tenik's throat and watch his life drain out of his eyes." she thought to herself, walking up to the wide oaken double doors, her knife tucked behind her in her apron. Did the guards know her ID's and codes had been revoked? Probably. They were always 'nit-picky' like that. It will probably be imperative that she'll be killing as many of them as she possibly could-or will destroy any that get directly in her way. She only wished she had her great katana, Vigilance. That blade would have had 'fun' cutting these cut throats asunder.

Random Mobs wrote:As she opened the doors she would notice that the normal four guards that would ask for ID were per the usual gambling who would get Ling-Fou in bed first. The silly men had no idea what was coming through the door towards them. The four men turned at the sound of the door opening to see Ling-Fou enter. At her entrance the four men quickly put away all of their tally sheets and money in order to hide what they were doing. However, one of them wasn't the smoothest of the bunch and placed a picture of Ling-Fou when she was bent over cleaning in his suit pocket facing the coming assassin. He looked to the woman and smiled, "How are you today Ling-Fou? Sorry to hear about what happened...guessing you're here to pick up your last paycheck?" He asked nervously and with the utmost uncertainty in his voice. The other three men surrounding him rolled their eyes. In particular, one behind him smacked him in the back of the head before stepping in front of the nervous man.

"Hey, I don't know if you remember but I'm Carl. I asked you out to the bar the other day...maybe you might reconsider now? or we can skip that and go right to the bedroom so you can make a living." the man stated as he moved in closer towards Mahou. The agents may be "nit picky" about keeping security information up to date but sometimes the T.I.R.S. agents had looser morals than a normal squadron of security. This looseness would most assuredly come back to bit them in the butt whether they realized it or not.

She looked to Carl with cold eyes, piercing eyes to be more exact. "..." she remained silent, her eyes moving to his and then the others when she came up with a plan in her head. She looked at Carl, and half smiled. "Well then..." she asked, grabbing his hand. "Lead the way..." she said with a seductive tone. Her long tail snaking behind her, his buddy's jealous eyes upon them.

His hand was clammy and his skin had the scent of a cheap yet fair smelling cologne. She could not think of a better way to go about this--at least till they found Bob the gate watchman had been choked by his own tie, she was going to speak sweetly to Mr. Carl here, and he was soon going to get acquainted with her tanto blade...

"Wow..." she started, her voice deep and sultry, shifting her hips as she entered the guard room-her skirt flowing as she spun around lightly taking in the rooms plain features. Each thing she had to say to the man she had thought the opposite in her head: "What a romantic (sleazy) setting this is, you hard workers (lazy slobs) really (don't) know how to take care of yourselves; and this (lack of) lighting really sets the scene (for a funeral)! Its..." she says leaning close enough against his chest so he could feel her breasts warmth through her apron and her maid outfit. "...turning me on (off)... I can't wait to ravage you (with my knife!)... Its going to be breathtaking, dear heart." she says with her big brown eyes looking into Carl's. She put a finger between their lips, keeping them from touching hers. "I want to see you take...everything off..." she says backing up, her tail swaying seducingly behind her as she kicks off her shoes and brings one leg behind her and then the other, laying back upon the bed, batting her long Beijionese curled eyelashes--hoping to all War Gods that this bed was clean of bed bugs and was... 'clean'.

She almost shuttered, he may or may not have seen her do so-perhaps mistaking her paling skin and nausea for pre-sexual jitters and general nervousness for being in a restricted area. Her tail curled out behind her, stiffening and then relaxing. Her cat ear's twitched, and her her eyelids drooped to narrow slants, her eyes focused upon Carl's. "Take.. it all off..." she says seductively, reaching down and slowly edging up her skirt. "Then... I want you on top of me..." she commanded, lowering her tone a bit. "If..if your open to that suggestion..." she says with a slight frown, tilting her head downward and looking up with pensive eyes, blushing red now instead of pale as she made her act.

Mahou's heart sank a little at the man's nervousness as he undressed. In the world of killing, one must try to blind to the human emotions in order to survive. It was nothing personal, he would probably get revived eventually anyway. She watched as he undressed, loosing sight if he had a weapon or not before his lust for her was too overwhelming for him. She could feel his cockiness slip away and then back again as she feigned her own nervousness. She let out a small gasp as he pushed her upon her back and drew himself over her, her tail snaking and curling around his right bicep as he leans in to kiss her neck. She could feel his smooth left hand run up her right leg, up to her thigh where she could feel it inching closer to one of the lacy straps of her frilly white thong she had underneath. She also could feel his other hand upon the length of her spine, caressing her while she let out another soft semi-nervous moan.

She wrapped her arms around him, her right hand caressed his bare back in turn, while she crept her left hand down into the pocket of her apron. "You didn't expect this from me, did you?" she asked gently...giving him a moment to reply before she would end his life. She had to be quick and even, less he alert the others. But she wanted to hear his response-for she had yet to pull the blade from her pouch and wanted to be sure he was distracted.

She also had to think if she wanted to lure the others in a similar way... if this was successful she may just try that..

She felt his heat intensifying and his warm hand coming across the thong which he aggressively began to pull down at, bringing it down to mid thigh rather quickly. She gulped, feeling her body sweat and become nervous for real now. "I have to hurry before he 'does the deed'." she thought, and could feel the delicate piece of clothing begin to tear-if that happened...she'd be in trouble. She felt his lips upon her neck slowly removing themselves as he looks her in the face and pauses what he's doing at the moment. "Not exactly. You seemed like a more proper woman..." With those words he started at it again. She closed her eyes, letting out a rough sigh as her breasts were squeezed against his chest and his hand kept tugging on her thong.

"That's the thing really about me... I'm really not..." she says as she managed to pull the small dagger from her apron, and raised it high above his back. "A proper woman doesn't lie." she then struck downwards, the full length entering his back and her hand went up and clasped his mouth. She quickly retracted and flipped him over so that she was on top with her hand still pressed upon his mouth. She let out a soft cry as she brought the blade level to his neck and dug into it with a quick swiping action, digging deep into the cords of his neck.

"Hey Carl, is everything alright in there? Couldn't tell if that was joy or just you having trouble being limp." Limp was an understatement, but he'll soon be pretty stiff once rigorous-mortus sets in. She let out a sigh before rolling Carl's body off of the bed and pulled her panties back up, gently sliding him under the frame before she said: "Hey...Carl baby where you going? Don't tell me your a 'one shot wonder' kind of guy!" She exclaimed, acting disappointed. She turned to where he had taken his clothes, wiping the blood off her blade with them and then mopping up any that had sprayed on the floor. She looked to see if he had a weapon, but her attention went to the door. She opened it a crack and looked nine inches down-to where a shorter man was alligned evenly with her breasts just about. She blinked, looking down-at the man. "Yes?" she asked seductively.

She did her best to ignore their thoughts upon the window, it was almost hilarious but she didn't want to get attached to them. "In any case, Ling Fou if you've had your fun and Carl has decided to ditch for the day we should be escorting you out of the building." She felt a trickle of sweat run down the back of her neck. Then he suddenly clears his throat to add:

"I mean unless our boy Carl wasn't able to satisfy you...I'm sure between the three of us we can settle any lingering perkiness you might have."

She smiled faintly before pouting. "Well...the poor boy seemed to run off to the restroom in tears...which of you three...handsome Gentlemen would like to keep me company then?" she asked, the blade held behind the doorframe while her eye had caught a glimpse of silver finish from Carl's handgun. She was'nt going to degrade herself any further, but she was going to even out her odds as silently as possible...

Random Mobs wrote:The two other men gave the shorter man a shove closer towards Mahou. "You had the shortest stick man...so your first. If you can handle it." said one of the men before the two of them burst out laughing. The shorter man glared at the two of them before turning to Mahou and saying, "It would be my pleasure to keep you company Ling Fou." He then took a step towards the door and put his hand on her hand that was holding the door open to assist pushing the door back.

She smiled brightly, pulling the shorter man inside before closing the door. Unlike before, she did not hesitate to immediately bring up the blade to his throat, pressing his back against the wall and then driving the blade deep and horizontally across his neck. She looked into his eyes, her cool determination returning. She'd have to kill in order to win, in order to get to Tenik. She slowly lowered her head beside his ear and softly said: "Sorry...I only do what must be done." she says this before gently setting the man down and dragged his body away from the door. She looked over and saw Carl's handgun and picks up the heavy magnum. She then quickly returns to the shorter man and searches his body for spare magazines.

Mahou pockets the cash and grabs the handcuffs as she drags the body away from the door. She grabs the magnum and stuffs it into her apron before pocketing the extra mags as well. She crept up to the door and and slowly opens it again, looking at the two men. She grinned. "Are any of you into...kinky stuff?" she asked, swinging the handcuffs upon her finger in the open doorway, her left hand hidden behind the door frame with the knife at the ready. She was ready to waste these two as quickly as possible. "So...are you?" she purred.