<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Katrina-Kaif.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Jani Massou<br/><strong>Nationality</strong>:  Indian<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Driving slowly through the fishmarket<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Yui Sakakorn<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jani hated this part of the city. She was only here seeing a client who didn't dare leave his hide-out for fear of being arrested. She'd basically told him his only hope was a boat to Vietnam.  It wasn't her preferred advice, but the man had shot a cop, and been seen doing so by witnesses, caught on a security camera. He was one of her most lucrative clients, but he needed to get out of the country. She'd advised him last time she got him off that he should get out of the bank robbery business, but he hadn't listened. Zan'an was a small place and there weren't that many banks...<br/><br/><em><strong>Clank-clunk-grrnch-grnch-grnch</strong></em><br/><br/>The sudden noise from under the engine of the Mercedes  startled her out of her reminiscences. Had she hit something? There was so much rubbish on the streets around this part of town, that it was quite likely. But now the car was making a horrid noise.<br/><br/>Jani sighed in frustration, and tapped a button on the dash of her far-too-expensive sports car. She waited as the built in phone speed-dialed a number, and then almost ground her teeth when the phone was answered in Mandarin. She replied in her heavily accented Cantonese. "Ah, Good morning Miss Sakakorn, It's Jani Massou, Do you have a moment?"<br/><br/>Yui replied in the same tongue and then swore briefly in some other language - Jani knew i was a swear word by the tone. Jani smirked a little and went on, "I just heard a..." She slammed on the brakes as an old woman sauntered into the road in front of her and yelled out of the window in her native Hindi, "Get out of the road you stupid old cunt!" She hit the horn repeatedly, which only seemed to slow the old woman down ans she strolled casually across. Finally the old bitch was out of the way and the Lawyer went on in Cantonese, "Sorry about that. Yes I was saying, there's an odd grinding noise coming from under the bonnet of my SLK. Do you have time to have a look at it? I'm only a few blocks away".<br/><br/>The mechanic sounded worried at the description of the noise and told her to bring the car straight in. Good, she thought. The last thing she needed was her baby to break down, especially somewhere like this. The neighbourhood was not the nicest. She was only driving through i because one of her clients had his "office" down in the warehouse district. She spoke quickly into the hands-free pick-up. "Okay, I will be right there. See you in a while, Miss Sakak-" She swore in Hindi again as a taxi shot the light in front of her. "Arsehole, What the fuck? That was a red light!". With a growl of annoyance at the traffic here in the city (which was no worse really than she had grown up with in New Delhi, she hung up the phone and turned left towards Sakakorn Motors.