Jacqueline giggled at that, “And you can run that great big conglomberbation for my parents for me.”
“For you,” Margret said, “Anything.”
“Even running away?”
Raising her head she looked over at her Jōgi, “Is that what you truly want?”
“Well,” Jacqueline pondered, “Its all fun, exciting, thrilling even,” then getting a thoughtful look, “provided we didn't get captured or even killed,” she sighed and slumped, “But eventually it would have to end,” rubbing Marge's tummy, “we have a family here now.”
“I'm glad you're a wise Jōgi, Bunny-Pumpkins.” and she pooched out her lips for a kiss.
“Me too.” Jacqueline giggled, then gladly obliged her Sobame with a long luscious kiss.
Ep 30, Chapter 3
“We almost had them!” he cried in Japanese, “They escaped down a mountain trail on a motorcycle and we think they are trying to make it back to the Shunokoi's main compound.”
“Don't screw up this time, send an APB to all the Yakuza this time.”
“But they might not honor the deal mistress,” he warned.
“As long as she gets to me ALIVE, and INTACT, I couldn't care what they do to her.” Elaine declared.
“You are a harsh mistress!” he shuddered.
“You best not forget it either.” and the Italian cut the com connection.
“No my love,” she purred to her daughter, “I have no feelings for the freak,” cupping the excited young girl's breasts as they lounged by a very large swimming pool at an estate in Monaco, “I just want to indulge in it for a while before selling it to the highest bidder.”
“Oh, you are so naughty mommy!” the young Italian girl giggled wickedly.
Ep 30, Chapter 4
“They said be on the lookout for a lone motorcycle,” one Japanese thug said as he cruised the streets, pulling over to the curb seeing a bright flashy metallic blue Harley Davidson, “and that there looks mighty lonely.”
“You bet it does.” the man in the passenger seat said, “Should we jump them in broad daylight?”
“No way man,” the driver said, “too many witnesses.”
“Got ya.”
“Besides,” the driver continued, “I hear they are a couple of real bad asses.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.” he said, “Killed the leader of one gang execution style”
“No way!”
“That's the word from the DA's office,” he continued, “said they are to be considered 'armed and dangerous.'
“Whoa.” the passenger replied as they pulled away from the curb and back into traffic, “Those must be some bad ASS bitches!”
Ep 30, Chapter 5
Yui was sitting quietly dabbing at tears while Yan held her shoulders. Today, Yan was not wearing any makeup, but instead had on samurai armor with his hair in a top knot like a Queue, only without shaving his forehead, and a katana belted to his side.
Grandmother Shunokoi's perplexed face was seamed with concentration and anger.
Members of the family who had just left, were already back, and those who had not left, canceled their flights.
“We have the gravest of emergencies this family has ever experienced in over three hundred years.” the matriarch said in Japanese, in a flat tone.
Grandmother Kanto nodded but lacked words to contribute as she allowed her tears to stream down her cheeks.
Today she wore a ceremonial fighting robe and a jian strapped to her side.
Many of the males were in similar outfits, either bearing katanas or jians depending on the side of the family they hailed from.
“Legally,” Grandfather Shunokoi said, “We can not do a thing to stop this.”
“But we will not lay down and let arrogant fools shame our family name.” Grandfather Kanto added.
“We must here now,” Grandmother Shunokoi looked around the room, “decide on a plan.”
Ep 30, Chapter 6
As was expected, the police detained the members of the band at the hotel for questioning, forcing them to leave their belongings in the room, they led them down stairs in plain sight through the main lobby to a waiting paddy wagon where they took them to the downtown station..
“She was being followed I guess,” Lily answered, “She never told us anything was wrong.”
“Some monster must be out to ruin her!” Julie cried in a panicked hysteria.
“I don't know a goddamned thing officer.” Rachel declared flatly.
“We don't KNOW anybody in Japan!” Tammy asserted.
The police badgered them for the better part of six hours at the police station before letting them go back to their hotel, but told them they would not be allowed to leave the country until this was all cleared up.
“Goddamned asshole cops.” Rachel spat as they walked to the sidewalk and hailed a taxi.
“What are we going to do now?” Julie whimpered.
“Get drunk, chill out and pray.” Rachel said as the cab came to a stop to let them in, then to the driver, “the Tokyo Hyatt please, four to ride.” and she placed the band account card in the little slot.
“I think getting drunk sounds like a good idea about now...” Lily mused as they pulled away.
Ep 30, Chapter 7
It was a lot harder to buy alcohol in Japan than previously suspected, but at the fourth placed they stopped, a young man barely eligible to sell the stuff was tending the counter when they walked in.
Dumbstruck by the tall woman who looked like an assassin from some anime, he failed completely to check their IDs.
They left the liquor store and plunked the beer into the saddlebags on top of the spare clothing.
As they rode away, however, a small, overly modified Honda CRX powered up and followed them without turning on its headlights.
“There is a car following us.” Jacqueline warned.
“The one without headlights?” Margret asked looking in the bike's small mirrors.
“Yup.”
“Should we run or fight?”
“I would say fight but you're injured,” Jacqueline pondered as they slowly cruised up the street, “so running makes more sense.”
“You got it.” she said, “Hang on tight!” and she dumped the throttle.
Weaving through traffic, Margret relied more on the motorcycle's small size and nimbleness than on all out speed.
The hopped up mini racer, however, was being driven by an expert drifter street racer, and this narrowed the margin severely.
As they sped along city streets, the car found that it had to use its lights after running over a large dog and tearing off part of its costly ground effects package. Of course, at this point, one of those headlights was now gone.
The blood also required the use of the windshield wipers.
“Goddamned bitch!” the driver growled, then he turned to the passenger, “Get us some backup!”
“Yeah sure thing!” and the man in the passenger seat called on his com to other gang members to assist in the attempted capture.
As the Harley, not meant for racing, sped along the streets, it occasionally had to deal with pedestrians as it blew through red lights.
Not knowing where they were aimed, Margret got out on a long, open stretch where there was no traffic, only industrial park.
Soon the car was catching up, as it evidently had a higher top end than the bike had.
Up in the distance, Margret realized that four cars had fully blocked off the main road, leaving her to rely on her skills on side streets, in hopes of getting around or going back toward the more congested streets they had unwittingly gotten away from.
Cutting a wide arc to keep her speed up, she banked onto a side street, while the small car barely slowed down while sliding sideways and diving onto the same street.
“Shit!” she growled desperately, “I can't shake these fools!”
“We may end up having to fight after all.” Jacqueline shouted over
the din of the throaty motorcycle.
“It looks like it.” Margret grumbled, knowing that Jacqueline had superhuman hearing.
“You better pick a place best suited to your skills!” Bunny shouted.
“Already on it Bunny-Pumpkins,” as she swerved into a narrow mid-building alley which would not allow a car to fit.
At first, the driver foolishly tried to fit his car into the space, but this only resulted in getting the car permanently jammed in between two steel framed buildings.
When he tried to back the car up, he found that now even the wheels would not spin because they were pinned by the crumpled fenders.
“Shit you fucking BITCH!” he screamed in heavily accented English, “You're going to pay for this!” followed in Japanese.
Unable to push the door open, he kicked the jammed window out of the car with a shower of broken tempered glass before sliding up and out of the car.
His pistol fell from his belt with a metallic clatter and he had to stop and pick it up before leaping up and then over the rumpled hood of this car.
The passenger had the presence of mind to pull his gun before following so as to not have to stoop to pick it up.
He also had the presence of mind to call again for backup to tell them that the other end of the alley to block the exit, even though, for no known reason, the two girls had deliberately stopped the bike in the middle of the alley, under the one remaining light, then they dismounted and walked further up the alley.
The driver was furious and his heart was racing and he was running on extreme adrenal overload.
As he came running headlong down the alley with his gun in his hand, he totally failed to notice a dirty black stick of wood before it cracked open his nasal passages, sending his head back with a loud crack.
As his feet continued to run, they came out from under him, sending him into a backward fall where he slid on his back along a passage filled with years of dirt, oil, screws and broken glass.
Before he could attempt to recover from this, the dirty piece of pallet with nails in it, struck his wrist, breaking his grip on the gun he had been latched tightly to.
Even in his dazed condition he felt the pain as old rusty nails punctured his skin, severed the veins and shredded his tendons, and he wailed in agony.
This led to shots being fired up the alley reflexively, which just happened to hit the driver of the car who had come to block the alley.
As the man rolled away from the impact, blood ejected from his shoulder in fine droplets.
His passenger, who was hit from one side by flying glass and from the other side by droplets of blood grabbed the seat release and allowed himself to flip backward out of the possible path of any future bullets screaming in Japanese, “Move this thing now!”
The driver did back the cabin of the car away from the entry of the alley, and placed the car in park before passing out from the pain.
As Margret deftly scooped up the gun from the hand now too weak to maintain a good grip, she fired another two shots back at the man who had been his passenger, scoring two hits to the chest, causing him to collapse and skid to a stop.
“Who sent you?!” Margret pointed the gun at the man on the ground.
The passenger of the second car had gotten out of the vehicle and tried to squeeze off a shot in the dark at Margret's silhouette, but instead, the bullet ricocheted off a nearby wall, fragmenting and striking Jacqueline along her right arm and breast.
“I'm hit!” she squealed.
Margret fired up the alley just as another car's headlights came at the shooter and she got a clean head shot, dropping him instantly.
“WHO SENT YOU?!” she screamed in rage pointing the gun at the dazed man.
“I will never tell you bitch!” he growled in pain and spat.
She shot him in his groin, causing him to wail like a girl in agony then said, “That's okay,” and shot him in the knee, “I have two more guns available in case you didn't bring spare clips.” and shot him in his other knee, “I'd rather cripple you than kill you.”
The moment she mentioned the other guns, Jacqueline, without a word, made a mad dash down the alleyway toward the first man Margret had shot, and using her sonar, with the trouble of the gun shot concussions, eventually found the gun.
A man tried to shoot her from behind the jammed Honda, but her hearing was still good enough she detected his motion and fired blindly three rounds in his direction.
Margret almost fired at Jacqueline in the confusion but her reflexive action of trying to push her against the wall suddenly made her aware that she was no longer behind Margret.
“Bunny! Where are you!” she cried out in panic.
“I'm okay!” Jacqueline squeaked back distantly.
The man had taken the time in the dark to use his one remaining hand to pull a knife and make a stab at Margret's legs, hoping to bring her down and regain the gun.
“Margret! Look down!” Jacqueline screamed, giving the rock star just enough time to look and leap back.
She reflexively shot the man in the head before she thought about it.
Episode 31
“Killing Them Is Killing Me”
Three men were dead and an unknown number were around the corner.
Jacqueline waited until the cars shut down then listened for voices, heartbeats, breathing and walking patterns, and estimated that from the three remaining cars, seven men remained mobile and ready to fight.
Jacqueline hurried past the motorcycle to crouch behind Margret and wait for the next wave.
“What happened to them?” a voice asked in Japanese.
“Toku is dead, and Shin looks like he passed out.”
“What about the others?”
They're not answering their coms.”
“Should we rush them?”
“Are you crazy man? That bitch dropped Toku like that.” and snapped his finger.
“How you know?”
“Damn man, it happened just as I was pullin up! Saw his brains splatter all over the fender there!”
“What you think we oughta do then?”
“I don't know man, but one or both of those bitches is a crack shot.”
“You think we can wait this out for back up?”
“Not likely, the cops will be here any minute. Ain't no way nobody heard all these gunshots and ain't gonna call it in.”
“Yeah, you're right man, we need to get this shit cleaned up and get out of here.”
“How we gonna clean this up? We can't just go in there and say 'Oh excuse us bitch-sama, but we just want to take away our poor dead friend you killed and then we'll be on our way, if that's okay with you'.”
“He's right man, we ain't got nothin to do but get the fuck outta here now and don't look back.”
“But DAMN! There's just two little scared bitches in there and all of us and we can't mow them down?”
“Hu-uh. That ain't the way its sposed to go.”
“What do you mean?”
“They want the little one 'alive and unharmed'.”
“So we don't kill the little one, so what?”
“You think she's gonna come willingly?”
“Well no.”
“Then there you have it. We can't go in guns blazin and kill or even scratch her or we don't get nothin but our necks cut.”
“I'm with you man, I say let's split before we get in some worse shit than we are already in and let some other fools try and collect that reward.”
“Okay. Then lets at least get these two fools out of here and the cars.”
“Sasuke's car is fucked.”
“Huh?”
Yeah he jammed it into that alley big time.”
“You mean that fool tried to follow these bitches?”
“Yeah man, and that car's gonna have to be cut out of there now.”
“Well then lets just grab the papers and run.”
“Hell that car was stolen long time ago, no need to even bother.”
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