Blue Eyes, Black Soul

WARNING: Besides the inclusion of graphic sex (as much should be obvious due to the location of this lurid tale), this story contains fairly graphic violence. I don\'t know why I feel obligated to put this warning on here, I suppose it\'s just the knee-jerk liberal in me. Anyway, without further ado, I present the dark progeny of my minds darkest corridors.


The sky was dark as the city lay sleeping at three in the morning; a pall of clouds both natural and manmade blotted out the stars, and the moon was at its nadir, leaving the heavens devoid of light. The only illumination came from Downtown and the electric lampposts which dotted the urban and suburban areas. Any light was unnatural, and cast objects in a ghostly glow at this black hour. Few normal citizens ventured out from their homes, either by car or by foot. Yet still, people were active at such an hour; the flotsam and jetsam of civilization, a great shadow society right under the noses of those who spend the nights in blissful, ignorant sleep. Many use the shadows to conceal actions they wish to remain discreet. One such individual arrived at her destination at the very stroke of three.

Inside the shady confines of an ill-looking purveyor of spirits which proclaimed itself \"The Wasps Nest\" in neon letters whose original ostentatious golden gleam had been dulled to a sickly yellow by a thick layer of grit and filth, the flood of patrons who arrived after slogging through the workday had vanished, and those who remained consisted mostly of bloated, wasted regulars passed out on a variety of surfaces and the seedy individuals who seemed to congregate at such dark dens like moths to a florescent light. In fact, a series of flickering florescent lights which looked like they hadn\'t been replaced since 2010 cast their pale light upon the bars interior, and indeed they were surrounded by a medley of moth species. One of these creatures had the audacity to land on the hand of an attractive young dark haired, tan skinned woman who sat at a table near the rear of the bar. This act proved to be a fatal mistake, as without a moments hesitation she swatted the errant insect with the flat of her palm and brushed its remains onto the floor.

The young woman gave an irate sigh and folded her arms. There was a tangible aura of anxiety around her; her eyes flickered from one patron to the next incessantly, and she often would whisper nervously to the man who sat next to her. Her companion, by contrast, was a picture of patience, and seemed to blend into the shadows of the bar with his dark trenchcoat and the wide-brimmed hat which concealed his eyes in its current pulled down position. The woman scowled as she glanced around once again. \"I\'m tired of waiting around in this filthy place.\" she whispered irately to the man beside her. \"Be patient, Ananda.\" he replied in reply in an even measured tone. Glaring at him momentarily, Ananda held up her left hand, showing him her cheap plastic wrist computer with the time showing in blocky shimmering green digits. \"Its 3:01 now, and they still haven\'t arrived. The... the time was set for 2:55, was it not, \'Mr. Gray\'?\" She spoke the obviously fake moniker with overt insolence.

The barest hint of a frown materialized on the edge of Mr. Grays lip, and he turned his head ever so slightly so he faced the impatient woman. He raised the pall of darkness cast over his face by his hat for a moment by tilting the unremarkable gray fedora up, revealing the glittering specks of his eyes which regarded her contemptuously. Ananda\'s hair was of a lustrous black, long and straight and voluminous, falling down to her back. Her skin was a rich brown, and her almond-shaped eyes were of a similar color. Both her lips and her breasts were quite ample. Mr. Gray nodded slightly to himself. Obviously a second or third generation American from the great wave of East Indian immigration back in the late twentieth century.

However, to a discerning eye (such as the one which now regarded her), her appearance revealed a darker aspect of her being. Beneath the makeup intended to conceal them were dark, sunked circles beneath her eyes, far more severe than any caused by mere insomnia. Barely standing out from her dark skin but still visible, dark spider veins along her elbows peeked out from the confines of her shirt sleeves, and probobly continued all the way up the inside of her upper arms. The constant anxiety and barely noticible trembling did little to help her case. Blitz addict. Mr. Gray thought to himself with an inward sigh. Not a highly unusual occourance for him to be dealing with such an individual, he supposed. Little else besides a drug addiction as vicious as the notorious \'Blitz\' could motivate a service technician at the Chiang syndicate headquarters to steal a holocrystal chip which would most likely cost the young woman her life if she was caught with it. Certainly, she had every reason to be anxious...

Ananda leaned closer to Mr. Gray and frowned impatiently as he sat there eyeing her impassively. \"Well?! Where the hell are they?\" Mr. Gray said nothing for a moment, and any perceived tension vanished as he leaned back in his chair and tilted the front brim of his hat back down. \"If you hadn\'t engrossed yourself with the task of annoying the hell out of me, you might have noticed that she just walked in.\" Ananda blinked vexedly, then swiftly turned in her chair, her eyes seeking a dangerous figure, dark and intimidating. What she saw was quite different indeed.

Emerging from the formless ether of the night outside the run-down bar, a creature of grace and beauty strode across the alcohol and vomit stained floor, the tendrils of darkness washed from her pale skin by the omnipresent florescent illumination. She moved immaculately; her every step seemed effortlessly perfect. The young womans body was tall, slender and athletic, and her face seemed that of an angel; Blue eyes, shining with youthful exuberance, framed by her short but thick blond hair, which hung only to her neck in the back but swept dramatically down on the sides. A sleeveless dress of smooth, shiny black synthetic silk with subdued embroidery swished quietly about her ankles as she walked into the iniquitous establishment without a hint of hesitation and nonchalantly sat by a table near the door.

Ananda, upon seeing her, began to stand, but Mr. Gray discreetly grasped her arm. \"Sit down, don\'t look at her.\" he ordered calmly in a low voice. Ananda glared at him and sat back down. She leaned over to him and whispered her incendiary inquisition. \"What the hell is going on here, Gray? That woman looks as young as me! This is going to be dangerous, damn it!\"

The enigmatic Mr. Gray smiled to himself before he replied. \"You just made three assumptions, Miss Singh. Two of them were correct; This exchange will be rather dangerous, and she is indeed only a few years older than yourself.\" Mr. Gray held up a black-glove clad hand, with three fingers raised, his smirk taking on a sinister aspect. \"However, the third assumption you made was grievously inaccurate.\"

Ananda\'s broad, dark lips settling into an unamused frown. \"And what did I assume wrongly, hmm? Please, the suspense is killing me.\" Ananda asked, her question heavily laden with sarcasm. Mr. Gray tilted his hat back up, looking her in the eye. \"You were incorrect, Miss Singh, in assuming that like you, that young woman over there spent her youth getting blitzed and playing around with computers before dropping out of a university, like you yourself did.\"

Not at all pleased with this comment, Ananda\'s face contorted as she prepared a retort, but her impassive companion raised his hand slightly for silence and continued softly speaking. \"That woman is Mary Black,\" the name rolled off his tongue with a smooth elegance, obviously holding some importance to him, as he paused a moment after speking it. \"And although she may not be a person it is wise to associate with on a regular basis, I assure you, she is extremely capable in the field.\" He paused for a moment, his eyes looking past her to where Mary sat.

Ananda prepared to reply, but he preempted her as he leaned forward and spoke discreetly. \"She just ordered a shot of scotch. Vintage, not synthetic. That\'s the signal. In a few minutes, she will depart. Wait exactly two minutes, then leave and meet her in the alley to the right of this place. She will know what to do from there. Good luck, Miss Singh.\" With that, Mr. Gray strode out of the lowly bar, a shadow vanishing back into the darkness. Before Ananda could protest, the enigmatic man was gone. There was a soft clink as Mary Black set her empty shot glass back on the table, releasing it from her fingerless black glove clad grasp. With a contented sigh, Mary rose from her seat and gave Ananda a conspiratorial glance as she walked to the door. With that, she too vanished into the black night.

Ananda swallowed and entered a 2 minute timer on her wrist computer. Slowly but inexorably, the two uncomfortable minutes dragged their way past Ananda, and she quickly stood up and stepped to the door as though the dirty tile floor were corrosive. Almost wishing she had partaken of some \'liquid courage\' while still at the bar, Ananda took a deep breath and made her way into the forboding alleyway. Sure enough, Mary Black was there, looking like an angel dressed in black leaning against a wall next to a dumpster in a dark alley by a seedy bar in the middle of the night. She looked up as Ananda arrived and smiled thinly. When she spoke, the refinement in her treble voice was obvious; more and more a rarity in these times, making it a valuable quality at times and a dangerous quality at others. \"Mr. Gray. He certainly is a patronizing old malefactor, isn\'t he? I can only imagine what he said about me.\"

The indian girl met Mary\'s smile with a stony expression. \"I assure you, Miss... \'Black\', that Mr. Gray was nothing but laudatory of your performance, though I have no clue why. In case you hadn\'t noticed, you were late. Now, may we get down to business?\"

Mary, however, was unfazed by Ananda\'s facade of discipline, and her smile was born not of happiness but haughtiness; this much was obvious. \"Indeed, to business. First however, I beleive you ought to give me your name, lest I be forced to give you an insulting one extemporanously, such as...\"

Unamused, the other woman cut her off. \"You can call me Ananda. Now please, to business?\" Mary shrugged casually. \"That was my first guess in any case. So, do you have it?\" Ananda nodded not without a hint of pride in response. \"Of course I do. Now, do you have... what you promised me?\" she inquired with undisguised anticipation in her eyes. Anticipation which was shattered by the blunt impact of Mary\'s answer; \"No.\"

Face suddenly sinking into a pout laced with anger and disappointment, Ananda gathered the words to demand an answer after the shock wore off. \"What?! Why the hell not, god damn it?!!\" Still seemingly inured to Ananda\'s emotions, Mary clicked her tongue disapprovingly. \"Aren\'t you aware that using the Lord\'s name in vain makes baby Jesus cry?\" she said mockingly. Reddening with anger, Ananda made a rather rude gesture in Mary\'s direction. \"Fuck you!\" she swore vehmently.

Chuckling a little, Mary pushed off the wall and stepped up to the other woman in one smooth motion. \"Unless there\'s something you\'re not telling me, I beleive you lack the proper appendage. Now, do you want to storm off foolishly, or do you still want to procure your vein sugar tonight?\" Scowling fiercely, Ananda deliberated this for a moment, then acquiesced with a discontented grunt. \"Fine. What do we have to do?\"

\"Nothing too odious...\" the blond woman began. \"Before you and I can stalk off into the night with our illicit prizes, we must deliver the encrypted holocrystal that you so graciously releived the Chiang Syndicate of, and an Omega Encryptor chip I acquired. We will need to del-\" Mary found herself abruptly cut off. \"What?! An Omega chip?\" Ananda demanded. \"Those are only used for the very highest security data! There are maybe 20 of those things worldwide! Where the hell did you get one?\"

Mary glared contemptously at Ananda. \"...As I was saying, we\'ll take the two items to an exchange with some rather shady characters, who should furnish you and I with our hearts desire.\"

None too happy with Mary\'s assesment, Ananda shook her head slowly, then stared at her feet. \"You\'re putting me through a lot of bullshit that I didn\'t sign up for.\" Mary grinned and shrugged. \"May I interpert that as an acquiesence?\" Realizing there was little to be done, Ananda stifled her discontent and nodded.

\"Good. Now, we\'ll be meeting our partners in this sordid exchange in an abandoned warehouse nestled amongst this cities many decaying slums.\" Mary made little effort to mask the contempt in her voice. \"How will we get there?\" Ananda tentativly inquired. \"We\'ll walk. It\'s not far from here, and a car is far too conspicuous.\" was Mary\'s casual reply. \"Once we\'re there, just follow my lead and keep your tongue still. Give them the data receptacle when they ask you for it, and once its over I suggest you make arrangements to leave this city and move somewhere far, far away post haste.\"

Poorly disguising her apprehension, Ananda nodded again. \"Well, alright then, lets get this over with.\" The moment the last word left Ananda\'s mouth, Mary slipped into the shadows of the alleyway, looking as if she were sauntering casually but moving with suprising speed. After initially losing sight of Mary, Ananda hurried off after the other woman, walking as quickly and quietly as she could as they made their way through the web of dank alleyways which wound their way through the city in a sometimes inscrutable pattern. Many of the claustrophobic passages were in near total darkness at this dead hour; Ananda frequently stumbled over bits of unwholesome detrius which cluttered the alleys, but Mary seemed to have no problem finding her way even in the darkest spots, and Ananda found herself struggling to keep up with the other woman even though Mary only moved at a brisk walk.

After about 20 minutes of going from one dark alleyway to another in an intentionally erratic path, Mary finally stopped. Before her was the warehouse; it was a large, blocky structure which, like so many of its bretheren here in the urban sprawl, had been orphaned by the wanton wiles of capitalism and left to rot. Unlike the others which surrounded it, however, light shone through the cracks in the windows, which were opaque with filth. Also, a side door was open; a rarity in such a place, at such an hour. The sound of a clattering tin can caused Mary to whip her head around to the source of the noise. To her releif, it was only Ananda, slightly out of breath from her treacherous journey. Glaring irately at Mary for a moment, she then fixed her gaze on the warehouse. \"This it?\"

Nodding, Mary approached the tantalizingly open side door. The scent of dust and rotting wood hung heavy in the air within the forsaken building. A motley collection of old crates and less identifiable detrius was piled against the far wall haphazardly, and old-fashioned incandescent lights from sometime last century hung from the ceiling and illuminated the decrepit warehouse quite adequately. Built against one wall was a small office, with an indistinct figure silhouetted in the window. It made no obvious reaction to Mary\'s arrival, but she was sure it was watching her.

\"There\'s noone here!\" Ananda, no longer making an effort to disguise her anxiety, whispered harshly into Mary\'s ear. Raising an eyebrow, Mary glanced back at her. \"And here I was thinking intelligence would be a prerequisite for employment as a computer technician. In there.\" Mary replied sarcastically, pointing out the office and motioning for Ananda to follow as she made her way to the door and gave it several sharp knocks in quick succession.

A tense moment passed, and there was a short muffled conversation from within. The door slowly swung inward with an ominous creak, and wisps of cigarette smoke wafted out like fog surrounding a gateway to some forbidden place. As Mary led the apprehensive Ananda inside, she noticed the demons which inhabited this underworld; About half a dozen men who looked to be of Chinese descent were scattered throughout the small office, mostly dressed in leather jackets and decorated with a fierce medley of scars and tattoos. These men were those with which she had made this secret contract. The seats in the small room, one sofa and one chair, were both occupied, the chair most conspicuously by a thin-lipped man wearing dark sunglasses. Standing upon the two women\'s arrival, he had a certain aura of arrogance about him that unmistakably marked him as their leader.

When he spoke, he did so with a calm but subtly threatening demeanor. \"So good to see you... Mary Black, was it?\" Mary nodded. \"Yes. And you must be Johnny Tang. Shall we get down to business?\" Johnny grinned at her. \"Yes, of course. You have the electronic paraphenalia you promised to acquire, correct?\"

\"The pernicious processor is right here. Catch.\" Mary tossed him the small rectangular orange encryption chip, which Johnny deftly caught. \"Most excellent. I don\'t know how the hell you got it, and I don\'t care. But I do know you probobly had to go through a lot to get it. I\'d imagine you want the data on that holocrystal almost as much as I do.\" An eager smile on his face, he inserted it into the side of the portable computer he wore around his left wrist with a satisfying click. \"Speaking of which... May I take the liberty of assuming this other young lady with you has the juicy little morsel of code we went through all this trouble for?\"

Ananda seemed to have gotten over her earlier trepidation, and crossed her arms defiantly. \"Do you have what I want?\" Johnny turned his head and nodded to one of his men standing by a small office table. The subordinate hefted a matte black suitcase onto the table, laid it down facing Ananda, and opened it, revealing the bounty of dark blue powder within. She nearly gasped with joy on seeing it, hurriedly digging the tiny cylinder of metal and crystal from her pocket and pushing it at Johnny. He accepted the data receptacle gingerly and inserted it alongside Mary\'s chip. He nodded with satisfaction. \"Very well then, ladies...\" he said in a smooth, measured tone. \"Now that you\'ve provided your end of the deal... I\'ll activate the final portion of this little trinity, the one that I posess.\"

Anticipation hung heavy in the air as he keyed in a short series of commands, activating the array of black-market programs he had assembled to slice through the various auxillary defenses of the valuable data contained within the crystal. After a few seconds of intense processing, he grinned triumphantly; the words \"Process Completed\" could be seen reflected on his shades upside down, followed by a scrolling listing of various inside corporate contracts and candid details about the Chiang Syndicate\'s leadership. His grin grew broader with each passing entry until his eyes found the last one.

Suddenly, a shadow fell across Johnny\'s face. His smile faded into nothing and was replaced by a dark frown. His sunglass-clad gaze met Mary\'s eyes, which did not betray even a hint of nervousness, but rather calm clarity. Ananda blinked and naively asked \"Huh? What\'s wrong?\" Mary narrowed her eyes and spoke sternly. \"Allright. You\'ve gotten the files you sought, now give me the data crystal like we agreed.\"

Obviously angered by Mary\'s flippancy, he glowered at her. \"Oh yeah? Like we agreed, huh? Bull-shit! You didn\'t say anything about fucking government files!\" He regained his composure after a moment and looked at her impassivly. \"You realize theres no way in hell I\'m not going to allow you to walk away with these files, don\'t you?\"

Mary sighed exasparatedly and closed her eyes. \"Listen to me now, Johnny Tang, if that is your real name. I implore you; despite the wrong you imagine has been done upon you, despite what you\'re used to doing in this kind of situation, despite what you think you know.\" She stared into the black voids of plastic which shielded his eyes from her burning gaze. \"I implore you Johnny, unequivocally, from one human being to another... I assure you, it is not in your best interests to fuck with me.\"

Johnny chuckled darkly. When he spoke, his voice was laced with cold menace. \"Really now? Interesting you should put it that way. First of all, I\'m going to be keeping this crystal. I don\'t want to get into any shit with the higher level government types, and if the information is valuable, it will fit nicely alongside the rest of my new collection.\" He then smiled and barked out a short series of commands in chinese. As one, the eyes of the men turned hard as they drew a motley assortment of handguns, some sleek, some blocky, all deadly looking. Turning pale with terror, Ananda threw her hands up and pleaded desperatly. \"Please! I... I didn\'t know! She didn\'t tell me there were government files on here! I had no idea something like that could be on the servers at the Chiang syndicate!\" Mary closed her eyes and sighed.

Ignoring her pleas for clemency, Johnny continued. \"Second of all, I think it\'s appropriate for the both of you to pay a certain penalty for trying to screw us over like that.\" Mary crossed her arms, eyed him amusedly, and asked sarcastically \"Oh? And what shall be our penance for this transgression, oh self-appointed judicator?\" Gun still trained on her, Johnny snickered and grasped one of Mary\'s small but firm breasts, the thin, tight fabric of her black synthetic silk dress allowing him to feel everything. Her face remained impassive as he squeezed gently, then harder, beginning to rub and massage her smooth breast through her dress with his firm grip.

\"You tried to screw us...\" he reiterated mockingly. \"Now we\'re going to screw you. You\'re a hot little minx, and your friend over there ain\'t bad herself... we\'re going to enjoy this, aren\'t we boys?\" Johnny\'s henchmen excitedly murmured their approval. \"Oh yeah, girls, we\'re gonna have a lot of fun tonight!\" one said as he rubbed his hands in anticipation. Another chimed in with an inquiry. \"Hey boss, there isn\'t exactly enough ass for all of us at once. Who gets the first shot at these bitches?\"

Johnny, who was a bit preoccupied with Mary\'s bosom, took a few moments to respond. \"Hmm...\" He nodded at the two who sat on the couch of disintegrating faux-leather. \"Han, Chen, you two can take the first shift helping me keep these two lovely ladies company... The rest of you,\" he glanced at the three by the door, \"Why don\'t you make sure we have our privacy... go keep watch outside. You\'ll get your turn when we\'re done.\"

The three who had been temporarily excluded from the festivities muttered their discontent and filed out the door. Ananda, lower lip trembling, slowly began to inch away towards the door. She had only begun backing up when Han and Chen sprang up from the couch and grabbed both her arms. \"Going somewhere, sweetheart?\" Han said mockingly as he holstered his gun so as to free up his hands, which began to explore Ananda\'s curvaceous body eagerly.

Johnny likewise holstered his firearm behind his back, while simultaneously revealing his other gun at the front, which was quite cocked and ready to fire, with an alacritous pull of his zipper. His other hand he drew slowly across Mary\'s body, down from her breasts, tracing across her stomach and down her abdomen, finally looping around behind to give her bouncy, supple rear end a playful goose. Johnny smiled at her as he tightened his grasp on her buttocks, pulling her closer to him, highlighting the fact that she was as tall as he was in the process. \"So, my lovely, can I count on you to play along, or will things have to get rough?\" In response, Mary smirked and grasped his erect member, giving it a teasing squeeze.

Chuckling, Johnny ran his free hand through her rich blond hair. \"Good... I knew you\'d be reasonable. Now... why don\'t you show me what you can do?\" he said in a patronizing voice, pushing down on her shoulder with his hand. Correctly interperting his intentions, Mary knelt down and put her arms around his legs, gazing upon the tan scepter of flesh highlighted before her in the pale light of this dark office turned den of pleasure. She slipped her soft ruby red lips onto the head, teasing the tip with her tongue for a moment before allowing him to slide deeper into her throat, eliciting a groan of satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Han and Chen, both now having holstered their metallic guns and drawn their fleshy ones, had manouvered the fazed Ananda onto the couch and had made good progress in stripping her of the garments which impeded their intentions. She was still afraid, but now was more resigned to her fate; after all, it would not be the first time she had to resort to such measures to satisfy her cravings.

\"Heh... I think Mary over there has the right idea, don\'t you, girly?\" Chen said with a grin as he approached from the side of the couch, thrusting his manhood over the armrest towards Ananda. Being rather familiar with this activity, she unhesitantly took him into her mouth and began working away dutifully with her tongue. Chen moaned in suprise, not having expected such skillful ministrations, which he enjoyed in silence for a minute. However, he could not keep his joy to himself for long. \"Ohhh man... this girl really knows how to suck cock!\"

Smiling broadly, Johnny had one hand on Mary\'s head, which bobbed rythmically up and down upon his weapon of choice. \"Heh. This wily blonde is no slouch herself. Quite the contrary, she\'s so good,\" he ruffled her hair with his hand one last time and pushed her off and away from him, motioning for her to stand with his free hand. \"That I think we had better move right along sweetie, or I don\'t think I\'ll last the entire process.\" Her lips, still glossy red despite the wear, slid off his throbbing rod with a slight pop. Standing and crossing her arms, Mary\'s voice still reflected an obvious disdain for him. \"Yes, I imagined it wouldn\'t take much effort to satisfy someone of your base nature, Johnny.\"

As if seeking to break her of her continued insolence, in response he lifted up Mary\'s skirt with his left hand, tracing the inside of her thighs slowly with his right hand, savoring the sensation. He noticed now that he felt her legs closely that her soft white skin concealed excellent muscle tone and condition. He once again mocked her. \"You know, I\'m really quite glad you tried to saddle us with the blame while you went and raised hell with whatever data is in that crystal. Otherwise, I would never have gotten the chance to experience your excellent body... ahh yes, and here is the most important part of all.\" he said as her black silken panties came into view. With speed borne of anticipation and lust, he thrust his fingers up against her silk clad crotch, rubbing her sex through the thin fabric vigorously.

\"Very nice... very nice indeed. I wonder what the view is like unimpeded by burdensome undergarments? Lets find out, hmm? You won\'t be needing these...\" He said smoothly as he hooked his index finger around the bottom of her panties and dragged them slowly down, the silken black barrier to Mary\'s sex forcibly seperated from its charge. Still maintaining a calm demeanor herself, Mary obligingly stepped out of the panties when Johnny had them down around her ankles, leaving him holding the undergarment and Mary\'s thighs unguarded.

Johnny\'s anticipation got the better of him, and he tossed the panties over his shoulder, leaving his right hand free to explore the perimeter of her beautiful shaven slit. \"Mmm hmm, that\'s what I like to see.\" Johnny said with satisfaction. He traced the edges of her bare opening with his index finger, taking care to be slow and gentle, so as to make the experience all the more sudden when he thrust his middle finger up into her, plunging deep enough to shake Mary from her dispassion. Unable to remain taciturn any longer, she gave a quiet cry of suprise, a sound which seemed to give Johnny great amusement.

\"So, you\'re finally starting to drop the apathetic act, huh?\" Johnny stood from his stooped position and looked her in the eye, his face a few inches away from hers. \"You weren\'t fooling anybody, honey. I can feel how wet you are down there.\" To illustrate his point, he wiggled his middle finger inside her tight, wet entryway, making a slight sucking sound. Mary frowned, but her face was beginning to redden slightly, more with excitement than emberassment at this point. In her peripheral vision, she could see Ananda was receiving a similar treatment from Han while she continued her work on Chen.

Still exploring her inner passage with his adventuresome finger, Johnny leaned forward a bit and kissed Mary exultantly, tasting the soft, beautiful lips that had tasted his member scant minutes before with perverse delight. He broke the kiss after a few moments, drinking in her appearance. She tried to maintain a stoic demeanor, but her eyes betrayed the pleasure she felt. Gratified, he withdrew his finger from her crevice and let the bottom of her dress fall down to its normal position. He held his finger under her nose for a moment to introduce Mary to her own scent, smiling, before he stepped around behind her, giving her a clear view of Ananda\'s spread eagled form. Grasping his superior\'s intent, Han had ceased his ministrations upon Ananda\'s garden of pleasure and eagerly watched from the side.

His hardness pressing against her pliant rear end, Johnny put his head over Mary\'s shoulder and whispered into her ear. \"Doesn\'t she look delightful like that? Certainly you can, if nothing else, objectively appreciate her shapely form?\" Mary cocked her head to the other side, away from Johnny\'s. \"I suppose she is attractive, in a desperate, hollow drug-addict sort of way.\" He chuckled, then kissed her neck several times in anticipation. \"I like your attitude, baby. You\'re a real spunky one. I can\'t wait to stick it to you.\" Mary then felt him gently push her forward with his hands. \"Why don\'t you trim Ananda\'s hedge a bit? I\'m sure we\'d enjoy the show, wouldn\'t we, boys?\" Han, who had been anticipating this, replied enthusiastically. \"Hell yes!\" Johnny urged Mary towards Ananda. \"You heard the man, Mary. Why don\'t you pay that girl back for getting her into this sticky mess?\"

Mary shrugged and smiled coyly at her target. \"Just following orders, Ananda. Do forgive me, hmm?\" With that, she bent down on all fours and positioned her face just above Ananda\'s dark haired bush, warming the other womans erogenous area with her hot breath. Allowing the moment to drag on, Mary tentatively extended her tongue and allowed the anticipation to torture Ananda for a bit, then finally licked at her labia, tasting her hairs and smelling her musk in the process. The smell soon became an acute taste as Mary ran her tongue across Ananda\'s opening, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Ananda, who seemed to have moved beyond fear and immolated herself in the heat of the moment, doing what came naturally to her.

\"Oh yes... that is exceedingly hot.\" Johnny nodded approvingly as he looked on. \"I can\'t stand to watch this much longer. I think it\'s time we get to the main event.\" It took only a scant few seconds for his slacks and briefs to fall to the floor, and he stroked his instrument of pleasure, still slick with Mary\'s saliva, to affirm its readiness. So freed of any impediments below his waist, he knelt behind Mary, again admiring her round, firm bottom as she diligently pleasured Ananda.

Manifesting his impatience, he threw up her dress, pushing the lower part up around her waist with his hands. He then placed his left hand on the small of her back as he used his other hand to tease the smooth edges of her pussy with the end of his manhood. The hand upon Mary\'s back felt a shiver run through her body as he pressed his head against her entrance. He savored the moment, appreciating the feeling of conquest he had over this defiant blonde.

\"Heh. I can feel that you\'re plenty ready down there, honey. I guess you want me to hurry the process along, is that right? Well, wait no further, I\'m about to fuck you till you scream my name!\" With a gratified grunt, he pushed his hips forward and slid himself inside her in one powerful stroke, burying his spear deep within her belly. Mary couldn\'t help but give a muffled cry as his hardness rammed into her all at once, splitting the soft walls of her flower in twain.

\"Yeah! How do you like that, sweetie? Not so sassy now, are you?\" Johnny moved both his hands to grasp Mary around the hips, pressing his groin against her and savoring her tightness for a moment. He then pulled back, allowing his shaft to slide most of the way out of her before slamming back into her with such force that her face was pressed deeply into Ananda\'s crotch, muffling Mary\'s cries so they were not clearly of suprise or pleasure. This motion he repeated, over and over, each stroke shorter and faster than the last.

Before long, his pace grew frenetic, grinding his hips against her backside (which he noted was considerably more supple and cushiony when he was fucking her than when he merely observed with eager hands) as he delivered furious fusillade of thrusts. His face began to strain with exertion, and he began to sweat in the heat of the unairconditioned warehouse on a warm Arizona summer night, creating a slapping symphony as he continued to ruthlessly collect his toll from Mary, who irately gasped out words between his thrusts. \"Argh! Would... you... please... slow down?! You\'re... asphyxiating me... in this harlot\'s crotch!\"

Seeing that Mary could no longer muster the concentration needed to maintain her ministrations, Han slipped his arms around Ananda\'s waist and manouvered the dark haired girl over his own unyielding staff, forcing her to cease the oral pleasure she had been delivering to Chen. Facing her away from him, he pressed the dark skinned beauties hips down onto his, and he pressed his manhood past the wet matted hair surrounding her opening and into her. \"Come on baby, you know what to do...\" he urged, smiling wolfishly. She bit her lip and nodded, lifting herself up and down, letting him slide out before sinking back down. He noted with satisfaction that her ample breasts were beginning to sway up and down, and he grabbed them both avariciously, one in each hand, and began to roughly squeeze and knead with his eager hands.

Meanwhile, the repeated impacts to her derriere were forcing Mary\'s face into the ancient couch, more specifically into what she presumed by the smell was a coffee stain. She could feel shockwaves run through her body after each impact of Johnny\'s hips. Not being terribly fond of the smell of long forsaken coffee, Mary gave a muffled groan of discomfort and turned her head to the left so her left shoulder and that side of her head were pressed into the back of the couch rather than her face. Even as she was being bent over an old couch and taken furiously by a Triad boss, her voice retained a measure of aloofness, and the sarcasm had not departed entirely. \"I\'d... mmh... judge by your overenthusiasm that you haven\'t... nhh... had much female companionship in a rather long time, Johnny. Or do you feel validated in your masculinity by trying to emulate a jackhammer?\"

Groaning with pleasure, Johnny was now making a concentrated effort to maintain his pace, which by now was indeed reminiscent of a pneumatic hammer. He leaned forward and slid all the way inside her, pressing the most precious jewels of his family against her crotch. As he caught his breath, Johnny smiled and ran a hand through her hair affectionately as if she were a lover rather than a business partner he was taking advantage of. \"Ahh yeah... You know what, Mary? I\'m starting to like that sassy mouth of yours; I think its sexy how, even when you\'re filled completely with my dick, you still manage to throw out an occasional snide comment. Well, the answer to your second supposition is yes. And as to your first comment, you\'ll see in just a minute...\" With that, he resumed his earlier motions, holding her by the waist and slamming away as if he were a blacksmith seeking to forge her velvety channel into another shape with his uncompromising hammer.

Han, still with a firm hold on Ananda\'s bosom as she bounced up and down on his lap, piped up. \"You\'re lucky, boss. That blonde chick looks like she has a really nice pussy. This junkie has a nice body, but she\'s loose as a goose.\" Ananda was now sighing in pleasure (whether it was an act or genuine wasn\'t clear) each time she dropped upon his shaft, and seemed inured to his disparaging comments. Seeing both ladies were rather occupied at the moment, Chen watched the lurid spectacle from the sidelines and used his hand to the best of his ability to keep himself ready for action.

Johnny began panting heavily, and Mary could feel a shudder building up in his jewels each time that he sank his sword into her down to the base. \"Oh yeah...\" he grunted ecstatically, gripping her waist tighter and tighter with his hands as she gripped him tighter and tighter with her insides. \"Yeah... here it comes. You know what\'s coming, baby?\" Mary, managing to maintain her smart-alecky tone despite the fact that she was heavily panting and trembling herself now, craned her head around to raise an eyebrow at Johnny and address him in a mocking tone. \"Oh, what could it be? A trip to Hawaii? A commemorative \'I Got Screwed by Triad Thugs\' tee-shirt? The suspense is just killing me.\"

She sighed exasparatedly and turned her head back away from him, closing her eyes. \"Just get it over with. Do whatever you will with my body, but please, spare me any more comments. Deluging me with them in large quantities doesn\'t make them any less irritating, I\'m afraid, and though I\'m sure you find those little snippets of drivel ever so witty, I fear my brain will cut off my oxygen supply to end my misery if I have to listen to one more of your pathetic, self gratifying cliches. I mean honestly, did you get the things you\'re saying from pornography?\"

Grinding against her rear as he neared his breaking point, Johnny leaned onto her and reached under her arms to fondle her black silk clad spheres again, speaking throatily close to her ear. \"You\'re a rotten bitch, Mary, but you\'re a sexy rotten bitch. I never realized how much fun a mouthy skank like you could be.\" He grunted again and slid his throbbing organ about halfway out, the head still firmly nestled within her, and gave her firm, well formed posterior a playful smack with his hand. \"And now, dear Miss Black, despite all of your arrogance, you\'re about to be dripping with my white hot seal of approval.\"

\"Your white hot... ugh...\" Mary groaned in disgust, less with his implied course of action and more with the inane term he had used to describe it. Johnny was true to his word; Mary felt his instrument twitch and spasm for a moment before unleashing a flood of his hot, viscious essence into her depths. Mary couldn\'t help but cry out loudly at the sudden explosion within her; as she had asserted earlier, quantity over quality was Johnny\'s idiom, and his output was torrential.

When his white fountain finally petered out, Johnny sighed contentedly as he withdrew his dripping rod from her soaked aperture. Appreciating his handiwork, Johnny ran his index finger gently over her entrance and noted with approval that it came back smeared with his cum, which began dripping from Mary\'s slit, slowly at first, then more and more as the salty ocean he had poured into her began to flow back out.

\"Mmph... You weren\'t equivocating when you implied you hadn\'t sown your seeds for a long time, I see...\" Mary mused, unfazed. She arched her back with a satisfying pop, then turned her head around to the right so as to observe Han and Ananda, who were still locked in their sweaty embrace, occasional grunts emanating from their direction. Ananda, for her part, seemed unconcerned with Mary\'s fate; the girl merely focused on going through the motions of her ride astride Han.

Mary turned around and lifted herself onto a sitting position on the couch, the hem of her dress still hiked up around her waist. Johnny pushed her legs awart with his hands, eying her shaved womanhood. A faint gurgling noise emanated from within her abdomen, and the bulk of Johnny\'s semen began its reverse exodus. A great, sticky globule oozed from between her pursed pussy lips, followed by a continuous white stream which ran down from her sticky entrance and pooled on the couch between her legs.

Han, although not finished as of yet, pushed Ananda off of him, giving both a moment of respite as he stood and stretched, patting Ananda on the rear in the process. Johnny looked on approvingly, observing until the last of his forsaken progeny dribbled out from Mary to their doom on the infertile furniture below. \"That\'s one creamy cunt I\'m glad to have contributed to.\" He stood and retreived his slacks and undergarments, redressing.

Shifting in her seat to distance herself from the pool of cum which had formed beneath her crotch, Mary glanced at Johnny contemptuously. \"Yes, I\'m sure you\'re quite proud of yourself for \'delivering\' so profusely.\" The amusement then drained from her face, and her eyes narrowed as her voice became serious. \"Now, more out of pity than anything else, I\'m going to offer you one last chance to give me the crystal and part ways with a mutual lack of enmity. Give me the holocrystal now, and we shall do just that.\" Although the menace in her tone seemed genuine, it was a bit hard for Johnny to be intimidated by a woman whose slit, with a trail of his cum still running from it, was in clear view.

He thus smirked and replied \"Is that a fact?\" He watched for a reaction from her, but none came, so he continued. \"Sorry Mary; I really did enjoy fucking you, but I\'m afraid that I can\'t allow the possibility that either one of you ladies made a copy of that data, or have any other ties that could be used to trace this job or any of its eventual consequences to us.\" Face becoming white with fear, Ananda gasped. Mary remained aloof as always.

Johnny stopped to glance at his wrist-computer\'s time. \"We shouldn\'t linger here too much longer. Han, Chen, you go ahead and finish up with these two broads. Once you\'re done, bring them along and we\'ll go fit them for some cement high-heels.\" Ananda stammered hysterically, wheedling for forgiveness. \"No! Please! I didn\'t make any copies! I... I won\'t tell anyone! It was all Mary\'s doing, she didn\'t tell me anything about what was on the holocrystal!\" Johnny just laughed callously, turning and walking out the door to join the others waiting outside. \"Have fun, guys. And try to hurry it up, we\'re a bit behind on time.\"

Ignoring her pleas, Han ambled confidently over to Mary and motioned for her to raise her arms. \"I was wondering when Johnny was going to be done. Good things come to those who wait, eh? Hold your arms straight up, blondie, so I can get you out of that dress. After all, you won\'t be needing it ever again.\" She did so without coercion. He then smiled perniciously as he peeled off her snug black dress (which was stained with various fornication-related bodily fluids by now) and tossed it over to the side, leaving Mary bereft of any garments other than her simple black bra and fingerless gloves, her shoes having been lost in the inter-gender tussle long since.

Ananda watched helplessly, glancing about frenetically in a daze, hoping for some escape from this quandry. None came, and Chen, who had been eagerly awaiting such an opening, pushed her back down on the couch and giggled as he clambered atop her and positioned his member upon the cusp of her well-furred entryway. Chen thrust his hips forward and filled her, then pulled back and thrust again, and so again and again until he built up a tempo. Mary soon joined the other girl as she was pushed down on the couch as well, in a similar position to Ananda, right beside her. The two women\'s heads were separated by only about two feet, and they could easily see one another.

As Chen unleashed his pent up energy upon her by thrusting more and more quickly, Ananda bemoaned her predicament. \"Oh, Good Lord, what did I do to deserve this? I know I\'ve made some mistakes, here and there... everywhere, I suppose...\" Mary rolled her eyes at this, but soon had her attention drawn to the fact that the grinning Han hand climed on top of her as well, and began a sort of impromptu race with his comrade Chen, attempting to plumb Mary\'s depths with greater vigor than Chen did Ananda\'s. Chen rather quickly asserted a lead in this contest, and in doing so provoked another fervent prayer from Ananda. \"Oh Lord, I know I haven\'t done very well in life so far, but if you give me an-nnhh... another chance... I promise I\'ll do better... I\'ll, uhh... I\'ll find an honest living, and, eh... Well, I\'ll try to stop doing Blitz... Thats what got me into all this... please, get me out of this, Lord?\"

Mary, paying little attention to the sweaty man plunging his manhood into her repetetively, turned her head to look at Ananda and raised an eyebrow in her direction. \"Doesn\'t it strike you as somewhat ironic, praying whilst in the midst of intercourse?\" This provoked a furious reprisal from Ananda, who had been taking her plea for divine mercy rather seriously. \"Shut up, you bitch! This is all your fucking fault! You dragged me into this shit, lied to everyone involved, especially me, and now you\'re still sniping at me? I hope they throw you into the sea first, so I can watch you fucking drown!\"

Han groaned with satisfaction as his engorged stalk slid in and out of Mary\'s smooth, hairless vagina. He began to support his motions solely with his right hand, taking the opportunity to slip his left hand beneath her bra and fondle her au naturelle, drinking in the touch of her smooth, soft skin. The sensation caused Mary\'s face to contort slightly, but she nonetheless was prompt in her reply. \"Unfortunatly, I don\'t beleive either of us will have the pleasure of watching the others execution, as the situation is not as dire as you seem to think it is. After all, there are only two armed gangsters, and another four outside, between us and freedom.\"

A scowl spread across Han\'s face. He slid all the way into Mary and put his face close to her ear, muttering in a menacing tone. \"Listen. Johnny might like bitchy girls, but I don\'t, so shut your mouth and concentrate on taking my cock.\" She ignored him, still looking at the other woman, observing her response. Ananda, following Hans example, gave Mary a baleful glower. \"How the hell can you keep spouting this narcisistic bullshit when our lives are... ohh... ah!\"

Ananda\'s denouncement was interrupted by a loud and sudden bellow from Chen, who showed in his eyes that he had entered a feral frenzy of fucking, brought on by the incredible release of base lust after the earlier spectacle he had been forced to watch rather than participate in. He tensed up and thrust into her so hard that the couch creaked and moved a few inches, causing Ananda to cry out desperately.

\"Ohh... don\'t shoot off inside me, I don\'t want that to be my last memory on Earth.\" Beyond words in his lust, Chen gave a long grunt and flooded her moist passage with his molten seed. \"Hnnhh!\" Ananda gritted her teeth as the hot liquid filled her. Chen then drew his spent rod out, and a thin rivulet of his essence ran from Ananda\'s wet chalice. Chuckling to himself as he observed the aftermath, he climbed off Ananda and off the couch, redressing as well and drawing his gun. With a thin, callous smile, he trained it on Ananda, whose eyes widened as she gave a nervous squeak. \"Just wait right there, honey. Han should be done in just a minute now. Right Han?\"

Han nodded and grinned impishly, still working away at Mary. \"Yeah, I think I will. Tight and wet, just the way I like it. I think I\'m about to put some white in Miss Black.\" Mary sighed exasparatedly. \"Oh, please. What is it with men? Isn\'t inserting your altar of masculinity into a woman gratifying enough for your ego? Is this puerile \'dirty talk\' really neccecary?\" Not at all amused with this continued insolence, yet nearing his breaking point, Han grimaced and struck her two ways; first his groin against hers, as he made one final thrust which lodged his scepter deep within Mary, and the other the hand that had been on her chest across her face with all the strength he could muster, leaving an angry red welt on her cheek. \"I told you to shut up!\"

\"Ahh!\" Mary cried out in pain as the impact of the blow jerked her head to one side. After the initial expression of shock wore off, an expression of pure malice came across her face. Even as this transpired, a rumble built within Han\'s tense stones, pressed against the bottom edge of Mary\'s womanhood. His hot geyser erupted into her, spraying the sticky substance down between her velvety walls, into her very deepest crevice.

The pleasure of orgasm drowned out all of Han\'s other senses, and thus he did not hear the expletive which Mary spat into his face, nor did he see her fist approaching. The rush of bliss receded just in time, however, for him to feel the pain of her breaking his nose with a right hook, splattering Ananda\'s face with a spray of blood. Han had never expected she would hit back, much less with such force and skill, and was rendered senseless for a moment. He was helpless as Mary quickly reached into his leather jacket and drew something out.
\"You... you bitch! You broke my goddamn nose! I\'m going to blow your fucking head off!\" Han snarled, reaching into his jacket, realizing to his chagrin that the large, matte-gray handgun he sought was no longer within. Too late, he made the connection between the disappearance of his piece and the wicked smile which had materialized on Mary\'s lips. Han felt the unforgiving plastic barrel of the gun pressed up under his chin and heard Mary\'s malevolent, triumphant giggle. \"You know, I would send you along to oblivion with a phrase to remember me by, but frankly, I don\'t think you\'re worth it. Oh, I suppose I just did, didn\'t I? Oh well.\" Chen only had time to blink vexedly and speak seven words; \"Hey, what the fuck is going on?\" Han gulped as realization and fear spread through his eyes. Mary stared into his terror-stricken orbs with her eyes of innocent blue...
...with pools of deep, abyssal black within.

A gunshot tore through the air like a thunderclap. Ananda screamed and dove to the floor, covering her head with her hands. Chen, agape at what had happened, turned his gun on Mary. Han did nothing, as the bullet had just perforated his central nervous system. Mary, Han\'s body still on top of her, casually raised the purloined handgun in her right and aimed at Chen from over Han\'s shoulder, using the newly-created cadaver as a shield.

Chen\'s face twisted into a snarl. \"I\'ll fucking kill you, whore!\" he roared, squeezing the trigger. Two staccato gunshots punctuated his unimaginative tongue-lashing. Two bullets found their mark in soft flesh. The object of Chen\'s enmity, however, remained unharmed; both bullets were now in Han\'s back. The answering louder crack of Mary\'s return shot rang out. A lethal, high caliber caseless round cut through the air not two inches from Chen\'s ear, blasting through the far wall and continuing on to parts unknown.

Summoning what focus he could, Chen stilled his racing heart and took careful aim at Mary\'s head, aligning her beautiful face in the center of his trembling iron sight. A man with more moral fiber than Chen might not have been able to bear pulling the trigger; even beneath the bloody corpse of his friend, holding a smoking gun in his direction, the muzzle flash of her shot still etched into his cornea, she looked like an angel. A fallen angel, perhaps, but an angel nonetheless.

Chen, however, had little love for angels, fallen or otherwise, and firmly squeezed the trigger. The tiny, supersonic lead slug tore through the sound barrier, hair, skull, and precious grey matter, in that order. The hair, however, was not blonde but black, and the brain wasn\'t in terribly good condition anyway. Had the slug gone all the way through Han\'s head, it might have still injured Mary, but fortunatly for her, even though there was precious little of his brain left intact, Han\'s skull was thick enough to trap the baleful bullet.

Mary clicked her tongue disapprovingly, and took sharp aim with her own weapon; much better aim, it turned out, than Chen\'s. The death knell of Mary\'s gunshot signaled yet another heart she had broken. Or rather, blown a hole in. Quite literally in this case, judging by the size of patch of splattered blood which appeared on the wall behind Chen. Chen stopped stock still, gazing down with disbeleif at the large red stain on the front of his shirt. \"Thats the problem with hollow-point bullets. Sometimes, overpenetration can be a good thing; I think you and your friends demonstrated that tonight in more ways than one, hmm?\" Mary chided. He dropped his gun with a clatter and tumbled unmoving to the ground, pouring out his lifeblood upon the dirty linoleum.

The smell of burned propellant was heavy in the air. Ananda\'s head was still buried in her hands as she lay on the ground, face down, crying. When she heard the last shot and the gun falling to the floor, she hesitantly looked up. \"Is it over?\" she tentatively inquired. Mary disgustedly heaved Han\'s bullet-riddled corpse off of her and stood, glancing amusedly at Ananda. \"Looks like I had more of a hand in your rescue than God. Perhaps you should have been praying to me. Unlike all the other religions, I only have one commandment for you to follow.\" She strode over to where Chen had fallen and retreived his small black pistol, holding it in her left hand and Han\'s larger gray pistol in her right hand. Still quaking with fear, Ananda looked hopefully to Mary. \"Wha... what is that?\"

Mary looked over to Ananda, gave the frightened woman a whimsical smile, and raised both guns. \"Keep thy head down.\" With that, Mary turned to the side of the office with the window and door, through which the other four armed men of which she had spoke lay. She was a blond, beautiful angel wearing only an askew bra, with two guns raised, long trails of ejaculate dripping down the insides of her thighs from her much-used vagina, standing over the corpses of two men she had killed.

Without warning, a fusillade of gunfire erupted from outside the office, shattering the window into a cascade of tinkling broken glass. In a fraction of a second, Mary had her back against the wall next to the window, the whimsical look instantly supplanted by a mask of cold determination. Johnny Tang\'s voice crowed from outside. \"Alright, Mary; there\'s now way out of there except through here. I\'d offer you a chance to surrender, but I think you know you\'re pretty much fucked. The only way you\'re leaving this warehouse is in a pine box! So go ahead. Walk out of that room and into the arms of death. I\'ll see you in hell, you rotten bitch!\"

Outside the office, in the dim florescent light of the derelict warehouse turned battlefield, the three men who had been waiting outside now stood in a row and trained their firearms on the door and window of the office, waiting in sober silence now that the deadly seriousness of the situation had sank in. For half a minute, there was silence; each man heard only the unnerving sound of his own frantic heartbeat. Slowly, the wooden door to the office swung out with a creak. All three men and their leader Johnny opened fire near-simultaneously, doing grievous damage to the door but failing to harm Mary on account of her absence from the space behind the door.

The shooters ceased fire as the door opened fully, swallowing with unease as they kept their guns trained on the open doorway into the office. Their numerical superiority gave them a measure of confidence, but all felt an unfamiliar fear from the pit of their stomach. Her back against the wall next to the door, Mary closed her eyes and prepared herself for the coming onslaught. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Either four people or two people were leaving this place alive.

Deep within her mind, something clicked; something tangible, something powerful. When she opened her eyes, it was if she were in a trance; Time seemed to slow from an onrushing river to a placid stream. Mary was acutely aware of every nuance of her movement and balance. In the back of her head (literally in this case), she felt a mildly uncomfortable burning sensation as the neural superconductor matrix implanted in the base of her skull flared on. She couldn\'t keep it going for much time, but that was allright; it would be over before anyone knew it. Anyone except the only one left. And that was going to be her.

Lighting into her dance with death, Mary Black stepped out from the doorway. By the time the men had registered that she was there, she was away from the doorway; their barrage of bullets whistled through the air where she had stood but a fraction of a second ago. She had run directly away to the left away from the door at first; she then gracefully twirled to the side, bringing both lethal handguns to bear. The steady, alternating beat of Mary\'s guns joined the discordant roar of gunfire which rent the stale warehouse air.

The left-most of the Triad thugs fell with a scream, three bullets lodged in his chest and abdomen. The hail of bullets from the other three men did not relent, and though the bullets themselves were too fast to see, Mary could clearly see the rippled trails of disrupted air which were visible for a fraction of a second following each of the bullets, which hurtled threateningly past at supersonic velocity and buried themselves in the outer office wall behind her.

Mary squeezed each trigger again and again, one staccato crack ringing out for each leaden note in the lethal symphony. She kept firing in a steady rythm even as the first man dropped, dancing and weaving elegantly through the teeth of the lead storm which assailed her. Many of her bullets hurtled past their targets as well, but some did not; one crack of the small black handgun spelled the demise of a scarred man whose feet were planted firmly in the weaver stance. The small caseless round whizzed through his neck, striking him quite dead and staining the old crate behind him with crimson.

The second one slumped to the ground soundlessly. At the far end of the warehouse now, Mary ducked and took cover behind a a large, neglected metal safe. A few warning shots from Johnny and his last remaining subordinate ricocheted off the steel surface of the safe, but it was obviously quite sturdy, so the cacophony of gunfire ceased as suddenly as it had begun. Silence reigned once again. Although awed by the deadly beauties uncanny speed and coordination, neither man dared speak a word; no longer did they see merely a woman to be murdered behind that safe in their minds eye, but a potent and deadly adversary.

The mildly unpleasant sensation in her skull having become a burning pain, Mary\'s eyes flashed with violent intent; this ended now. And so, head bowed in respect for the departed and the soon to be departed, she solemnly stepped out from behind her steel haven and into the line of fire, both guns stretched out before her like the fingers of death. Nearly simultaneously, two gunshots sundered the air and two muzzle flashes strobed from the direction of the Triad men.

One bullet sent up a shower of sparks as it struck the safe, and the other just barely grazed Mary\'s shoulder, leaving a small cut across her perfect white skin in its wake. Her face was drawn and pitiless. \"As I recall, I did warn you not to fuck with me.\" The final segment of the deadly symphony began, and an unrelenting stream of lead hissed from each of Mary\'s guns. So rapid were the gunshots the reports ran together into a constant firey roar.

As the echoes of the final shot faded and finally disappeared, the man who stood by Johnny dropped soundlessly, his hole-filled shirt stained a uniform red from many critical wounds. Johnny groaned one last time, this time in agony rather than pleasure, as he fell from wounds in his knee, his chest and his abdomen. With a clatter, his pistol fell to the floor. Smiling bitterly, Mary walked over to the prone Triad boss and stood over him arrogantly, aiming her large handgun at him. \"Payback is... a rotten bitch, wouldn\'t you say, Johnny?\"

Johnny blinked deleriously at her. Who was this woman who had killed him. Blood running down the side of his mouth, he managed to croak out an inquiry. \"Who... are you?\" Mary shrugged. \"That all depends on your perspective. Who am I? I am the last woman you\'ve ever lain with. I am the last thing you shall see. I am the one who will send you to eternity... and nothingness.\"

Vision fading, Johnny now was resigned to his fate, and managed to laugh, a horrible bubbling sound which caused more blood to stain his lips. \"High level security... Government files... no witnesses... you must be a spy. For who? The European Alliance?\" Mary grinned. \"Close. The Nordic Federation. Now, as you can obviously see, the time has come. Have you any last words? Another cleche, perhaps?\" He stared down the barrel of the gun, into the darkness which led to oblivion. Then he looked up to Mary\'s beautiful, innocent blue eyes. \"You... have the most gorgeous blue eyes...\" he said, closing his eyes. \"But your soul is as black as mine. See you in hell.\" She chuckled darkly. \"If such a thing exists, you probobly will.\"

One final gunshot echoed through the night. When the sun rose, one young woman was left with a terrifying experience and a suitcase full of enough chemicals to let her forget it. One man got greedy and stupid, and six men drew their final breath. And one fallen angel got what she came for and vanished back into the darkness. This, of course, was not the end of her troubles, far from it... but she could collapse on the bed in her safehouse one more time with the unique feeling only attainable after dancing with death all night long and stepping away alone and alive.