Cui kept up a false smile as she awaited the Boss to finish instructing Ryu. She couldn’t help but find it most amusing that the fellow member of the Scarlet note held that name, as did the sister of the man they had just broken. It was a small fact, but such things amused Cui to no end. She was just about to mention such a thing, when the boss clamped a hand around her forearm, and quite literally dragged her outside, to his motorcycle. While she would have most preferred to not be handled in such a, brutish, manner, she still held enough respect for the boss not to say anything to him.<br/><br/>She briefly glanced over the bike itself, it was midnight black, and the paint was immaculate in its condition and quality. She hadn’t got a helmet with her, but she was wearing both, a mask and a hooded jacket. It would make do. Placing the hood over her head, she was about to mount the bike just after the boss had done, but he instead dragged her onto the vehicle. It wasn’t like she didn’t know the route however, and she would have been happy to walk home, despite the criminals. There were some nasty pieces of work out there, but she was by far the nastiest of them. She settled on the fact of the boss not wanting her to walk however, he had always been the same. Likely expecting that he could have any woman in the Scarlet note at his…beck and call, but such things were beneath people such as her, after all, she could literally just buy people for him, rather than have to do it herself.<br/><br/>If there was one thing to be noted about the bike however, was the tremendously powerful engine that it boasted. The roar that it gave was deafening as it sped along the various roads of the city. The scenery went by so fast as to be barely noticeable nor recognisable, though she could make out several more prominent and grand buildings. Such a feeling was very nearly addictive; to feel such a powerful engine propel oneself through seemingly endless roads and streets was glorious in the utmost. She did notice something however, the boss never used his lights while driving, which was just a tad foolish lest he crash and get them both slain, but she trusted that he was competent enough to not get them killed. It was very nearly the early morning however, and she realized that she hadn’t actually slept for several days. Sleep was a worthless concept in her mind, it just made a person useless for however many hours.<br/><br/>The hideout was only a few short districts away, not far at all given just how quickly the motorcycle could travel. When they neared the parking lot where the gang’s vehicles were often stored, she paused to think of what kind of mess they would return to. Surely that ‘crazed midget’ as Cui called the woman, since she never actually knew her name, would be up to something, as for the rest of the gang, it’d be business as usual at this time. Screeching soon followed when they arrived at the car park and drove over its concrete flooring. The boss parked soon after, and in many ways she was glad. She never really trusted his driving all that much. She followed him to an elevator, where he took off the helmet from his head, and allowed the security systems to scan his face. It was elaborate for a group of people such as this, but it was damn effective. Cui waited alongside the boss during the elevator trip, she had never liked elevators in the least, ever since she had been trapped in one as a child, and she had never really trusted them to not fail.<br/><br/>When the elevator finally arrived at its destination, she allowed the boss to exit first knowing him he would likely go straight to the kitchen to eat or drink. She could hardly blame him however. There was a faint smell of, ramen noodles? It surely smelt like such a thing. Maybe the boss’ pet psychopath had cooked them for him. Either way, she followed him into the kitchen. Her first call was to grab something to drink, food was all good and well, but a human could live considerably longer by just drinking. The drink was a bottle of carbonated soft drink, cola in flavour. Her favourite. She hadn’t even bothered to look around the room just yet, drink was first on her mind, though she looked to the left and saw something that, actually she somewhat expected. The boss’ pet psychopath had huddled herself into a corner, and was crying. Moron, she was likely seeing things as per usual, or whatever the hell was wrong with her, Cui could probably help her given that she had a degree in psychology. But she simply didn’t care.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Zhiao sped along the roads in his car, caring extremely little about the lives of other road users. He had places to be, and he damn well wasn’t letting some moron in their pansy car hold him up. He paid minimal attention to his surroundings; he focused only upon the road, not upon some pretty street attraction. The driving was going fairly well, and he was making excellent time for his upcoming meeting. The meeting was to take place in a slightly less densely built-up part of the city, where there weren’t buildings as far as the eye could see, nor millions of obnoxiously bright lights constantly shining. At one point however, he had to swerve to avoid what appeared to be a motorcycle with all its lights off, and two riders upon it. Idiots, he could have just killed them right there and then, yet they seemed passive to the apparent danger. He wasn’t bothered about some fine and a grieving family of theirs, he was bothered about his meeting and very little else.<br/><br/>The car he drove was a tooled up and modified beast of a vehicle, with an engine that befitted a prized motor sporting car, rather than a normal civilian vehicle. One of the many perks of having a few contacts here and there. Speaking of which, it was one of those contacts that he was about to meet about this very car. But it seemed that someone else had plans. A few metres ahead of his car, a man tried to run across the street in a futile attempt to cross. As to be expected, it didn’t end too well for him… Killed outright, likely with numerous broken bones and a multitude of bruises luckily enough however for Zhiao, this part of the city was the very same place as he was meeting his contact. Not as built up, with less people and far less cameras everywhere. Pulling over, Zhiao exited his vehicle. He really didn’t want to have to deal with this, this, moron. But he assumed he had to do. First however, he checked the man’s pulse, making sure that he was completely dead before taking his possessions. In his pockets, Zhiao found two things, his wallet, and his phone. The latter was useless; there were trackers aplenty in mobile phones. But he knew how to get rid of them. Perhaps more interesting, was the man’s wallet. Inside was as to be expected, it held money and cards after all, but he did find the man’s house keys in his wallet. Perhaps a place to check out after his meeting.<span style="color: #FFFF00">“Oh the joys of wearing gloves…”</span>Zhiao muttered as he rifled through the man’s belongings.<br/><br/>Picking up the corpse, Zhiao carried him over to a small park that was nearby. It was one of the few patches of nature that you could find in such a city. He placed the man upon a bench, and merely left him there. Making it look like he had fallen asleep in the middle of the night, and had been bludgeoned to death by some thief looking for money.<span style="color: #FFFF00">“This s**t it just too easy sometimes…”</span>He muttered once more checking to make sure that no one was watching him. He had a rifle for those people.<br/><br/>Walking back to his car, he opened the door and entered once more, before continuing his drive…<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Yenay had begun to rock back and forth as she wept in the corner, she hated this woman, wished that she had never appeared at all. But sadly Yenay just couldn’t escape her, she was quite literally in her head, and would never leave her. Never. She knelt just a foot away from Yenay, with those horrible fangs showing in a twisted smile, a smile of dark joy, the joy that a killer receives after murdering someone again. Tears of scarlet blood continued to be wept from the woman’s eyes, cascading down her face, painting her paper-coloured flesh with streaks of blood.<br/><br/>Faintly, Yenay could just about hear the sounds of the elevator that led into the hideout, perhaps the boss was back? She could only hope so, but to the outsider she merely looked to be sat in a corner, with her knees up to her chest, sobbing for some unknown reason. No one knew of her, the pale woman that haunted her very being, dwelling in the recesses of her mind, appearing only in her own eyes, and not to the eyes of anyone else. She continued in this state of utmost terror, huddled into the corner, sobbing to herself until she felt something touch her arm, and a voice speak to her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">‘Wake up kid’</span>she heard amidst the sobbing. The woman having presumably slinked off. Now all she could see was Yutaka, the leader of the Scarlet note. Her crying lessened drastically, she trusted him, she knew that he would surely kill such a creature as the one that haunted her mind, but she had never told anyone. Not even him just screamed out and sobbed. Wiping her eyes, she said to him in a joyous tone.<span style="color: #BF00FF"> “You’re back!” </span>It was an obvious thing to behold, but she was thankful for such a thing, far more thankful than anyone could have expected.<span style="color: #BF00FF">“I…I…” </span>Her voice faltered as she tried to explain why she was upon the floor, it wasn’t really necessary, but she felt that she needed to say something.<span style="color: #BF00FF">“You know...” </span>She finally said to him in a disheartened tone, before standing up weakly and sitting back down in her previous seat, next to her drink. She noticed that; that ‘Cui’ woman had followed him in, though she soon tried to forget about her. Yenay had always disliked her for her horrid attitude. From where Cui was stood now, she was watching both Yenay and the boss. She could just about lip read Cui's silent remark of<span style="color: #FF0000">'Bitch'</span>...aimed at herself, as to be expected.