Cui almost let out a small smile when her colleague’s request was so firmly put down by the boss. She didn’t hate nor dislike the man in the least, but sometimes mindless bloodlust was a tremendous liability in the heat of a shootout. Taking out a white silken handkerchief with the crest of her family upon it from her pocket, Cui began to wipe the scarlet blood off her arms and hands. She knew the drill far too well, ‘leave no traces nor any clues’ was practically the motto when kidnapping or torturing someone for intelligence upon someone or something, you never wanted the police looking for you.<br/><br/>When she was just about finished with cleaning the blood from herself, she heard, and most certainly felt, a loud cracking sound from her ring finger. Apparently she had hit the man just a little too hard when she broke his nose, but it was a trivial injury in any circumstance…though it was rather painful. Grabbing her ring finger, Cui set in back into place with another fairly loud cracking sound. It wasn’t the most pleasant of noises, but she found some strange liking to it, perhaps due to its relation to pain and general suffering.<br/><br/>She smiled at the boss when he said that she was to go with him and not her blood crazed and somewhat savage colleague. The former was far more, pleasant, or at least it seemed like it despite the fact that Yutaka always called her when he was confronted with a word he didn’t understand…or, god forbid, when he had to do maths of any kind. It was pretty much her job to be his personal dictionary and calculator, but it wasn’t a dull job in the least, quite the opposite was the true case.<br/><br/>She raised an eyebrow and smiled when the boss ran his tongue over his lips, and gave her a rather provocative grimace-like expression. Cui didn’t exactly have any intimate nor special feelings for the man, she saw him as a leader and a competent combatant, but he didn’t need to know that at all. Glancing at the unconscious, and honestly quite broken, man that lay upon the floor in a small pool of his own blood from the numerous cuts upon him, she felt a sudden rush of joy, to know that she had helped to ultimately break him and his dogged loyalty to people that didn’t care about him in the least. Soon they would leave him, and either his moronic ‘singer’ of a sister would come and get a nasty surprise when she found him…or she would leave him to drown in his own blood. Either prospect was enticing and amusing in Cui’s mind.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Zhiao had since drunken his unsweetened black coffee, and had gotten himself dressed into his more usual attire. Faded blue jeans, a plain black shirt, and a black leather trench coat. His mood had not altered much however, and was still in a state of utmost annoyance from a particularly bad headache, likely caused by the heavy drinking during the night before.<br/><br/>Walking back over to the steel wall safe where his weapons were held, he took out the key once more, and opened the safe. Taking out the weapons that were inside it, he took a small moment to inspect them for any damages or faults. The rifle was still in absolutely pristine condition; even the sights were ready for usage. His blade was in a similar state, the carbon steel blade glinting with the light reflected from its shining edge. The former’s polymer stock was folded, and hidden in his leather trench coat, while the latter, inside its sheath, was placed upon his back. Locking the safe with the key, which he hung around his neck, he proceeded to the wooden door leading outside his luxurious, if rather untidy, apartment.<br/><br/>Opening it, and stepping outside of his apartment, he swiftly shut the thick wooden door behind him and locked it. Delving into a pocket upon the right side of his trench coat, he pulled out a pair of fully blacked out sunglasses and placed them on. They weren’t for some, ill convinced sense of fashion, but rather so people didn’t notice his venomous green eyes.<br/><br/>He walked down carpeted hall after carpeted hall; living near the top floor had it advantages…and its numerous disadvantages. This was certainly the latter. Though he eventually came across an elevator, and took it to the slightly underground garage that as just underneath the main lobby floor, one of the perks of living in a, higher class apartment building, was the place to store a vehicle with safety. He walked a few feet, and found his most loved of all possessions. A gloss black luxury car, with blacked out bulletproof windows, that he had personally tweaked and tuned to his preference. Getting into the vehicle, he started the car up. He had places to be after all.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Yenay awaited Yutaka anxiously, while she knew that he could handle himself perfectly in any manner of fight, she always worried about his wellbeing. He was the only person in the whole gang that she actually trusted, and enjoyed talking to. That ‘Cui’ woman that he got to help her with certain words or maths, always found some irritating way to taunt her, and the other man that he had gone with, that she knew as ‘Ryu’ seemed just a bit too bloodthirsty for her own liking, he seemed like the kind of man that would sooner hack some apart than actually talk to them. But instead of going with them, for the most likely case would be that she maimed the man horribly rather than interrogate him at all, she sat there, in the hideout at a wooden table awaiting the boss’ return. In her tiny and pale hands, she clutched a can of orange soft drink which she had been drinking leisurely for the past few minutes, though now she had set it upon the table, and was close to dozing off into sleep.<br/><br/>Sleep eluded her however, and now something else had caught her gaze, but it was most certainly something that she wished wasn’t there. A gaunt and tall woman was standing at the other side of the room. Her skin was pale like fresh snow and unblemished, as was her hair, which hung limply down to her shoulders, but worst of all was the eyes. Dead, white, pupil-less eyes, that wept bright scarlet blood, and were outlined with eerie black. Blood covered her mouth, a mouth filled with jagged and flesh ripping fangs. It wasn’t the first time Yenay had seen this woman, but it still terrified her immensely. Standing up and backing away, an expression of utter fear was present upon her face as she muttered to the woman.<span style="color: #BF00FF">“N-no…no…no!” </span>The woman had begun to walk towards her slowly in a disjointed manner, her head tilted to the right and starring Yenay dead in the eyes, with a twisted smile upon her face that exposed her razor-like teeth. Eventually, Yenay felt her back upon one of the room’s walls; tears had begun to form in her eyes, she just barely suppressed a scream. She sunk to the floor, now sobbing in fear of the woman that was stood, looming over her. The woman knelt down in front of Yenay, never once blinking, forever starring at her with those dead eyes; she placed a hand upon Yenay’s face, gently stroking the girl’s face, but still with the twisted toothed smile upon her own face...looming ever closer...