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Wu-ya and Sojou Sawyer

After what seemed like forever, Wu-ya's cell phone rang. The ring was somewhat girlish for someone who was seemingly lacking in lady like aspirations. One of the chinese laundries near by had intercepted a low level Falcone family "leg breaker". This turn of events brought a smile to her face as spoke chinese into the little electronic communication device, translating to, "Hold the piglet for me. Wu-ya wants to have sweet and sour pork..."

Wu-ya was 5'7'' and always wore a white pleather trench coat that seemingly moved with a life of its own. Most of the time she dressed the same all the time which consisted of a formal purple lotus china dress, thigh black leather boots, and two pouches strapped to her leg, one containing a set of seven small throwing knives and the other carrying her phone. A rickshaw was coming towards her and all it took was a passing glance at the driver to stop him in his tracks, "Take me to Winnie Tran's Supawash. Also don't pick any more fares tonight, the streets may turn red.", the young woman said in english causing the driver to tremble alttle. The driver was an old man, he was still strong enough to pull the wagon, though only to short distances, his muscles visible through his well worn clothing. It was a short ride through the Chinatown streets, a place where no smart anglo-saxon mafioso or wise would tread carelessly. Chinatowns existed all over the world all looking the same on the outside, a taste o the old ways of life for those of Chinese decent who were far from the homeland, but New York's chinatown was darker than the rest it seemed. The backrooms of every business was full of degrading filth that needed to be pushed from one person to the next all so everyone could make a decent profit.

Thats what any true chinese knew about this place it vould all be seen in just a short ten minute rickshaw ride to a local cleaner. The man came to stop at the back entrance of the laundry, his breath becoming visible in the air as he panted lightly. "Thanks for the ride, you should retire from the stress of carrying around others. Your life is in its golden years, let us young carry you.", Wu-ya chided as she reached into her pinned up hair and slipped free a role of greenbacks and placed them in the man's hands before heading inside.

"Where is the tender piglet I heard about?", the Ashura Army boss spoken loudly only to be directed to a downstairs room by a little old Taiwanese lady, this was winnie. She had great hearing but had no ability to speak. It was alright for her because it meant normally she was left alone to work her laundry in relative peace, but tonight a Falcone wise guy thought he could extort the woman. Now, he was about to pay for his foolishness as Wu-ya laced her hand on the cold steel door knob. She could hear the sounds of screams and curses and some laughter that she knew quite well. It was a friend she brought with her all the way from the far east. A real live dragon lady of sorts when it came to making someone an example.

"I said that I want to know why you are in Chinatown you dirty piece of Italian bacon!!", could be heard as Wu-ya finally turned the heavy metal knob, escorting herself in to see the mobster dimwit chained to the rafters and stripped. His flesh foll of freshly boared wounds from a red hot poker. "I didn't think you would be having so much fun with the piglet, Sojou Sawyer, but I guess even the anglo-saxans squeals are just as good as a Japanese.", she teased as she took a moment to sniff the air, it was filled ripe stench of fear and burnt flesh and blood. "Don't even joke like that Ashura-sempai...My japanese countrymen are much better at holding out till their cries like the sweetest honey. This s**t bag can even take a poker a hot poker in the a** without shouting 'Oh my god, this b***h is a crazy you'll pay for thiz',", Sawyer replied as she gave a harsh slap to face of the bound victimized man. Sawyer had been friends with Wu-ya for a few years now and they always found a way to schedule their contacts to get work close to each other. One could say that Sawyer was brutally insane, by the way she ran her opertations. She pretty much was a blood hungry jap whose calling was to kill and clean up other people's messes for a small fee. In the end Wu-ya enjoyed watching the 24 year old woman work her 'magick' and in turn Sawyer gave her free work just so she could have an audience.

The Ashura took a few steps forward and bowed lightly to the hanging Falcone member before glancing at the table of implements to her left right behind Sawyer and seeing two chainsaws sitting there amonst the hot poker and a blood stained cloth. "I'm sending you back to your piggy friends, ********. I don't want to waste too much time on a small fry like you, but I want to send a message to the Falcones..Sawyer can I have one of those lovely saws for a bit?", the Chinese woma said as a wicked grin drew across her lips. [volor=darkblue]"Hai,hai! Sawyer will take this one and give you this one. You'll like this saw, Ashura-sempai...its quite dull from months of nearly non stop use.", Sawyer said with a delighted almost child like cackle lugging the dull bladed power tool into the arms of a waiting Wu-ya who slipped out of her coat and wasted no time in viciously pulling the rip cord. With a violent scream the engine of the chainsaw sprang to life the dull blade moving in a blur. Sawyer followed suit with her saw its engine giving off a cat likened whir and its blades gleaming in the light as they were polished a new. The two asians drew their saws along the cement floor of the basement room making a sparking circle before suddenly slamming the saws into the Falcone's legs, Wu-ya's saw throwing out jagged chunks of fles and bone while Sawyer's made a precise surgical cut, a throuh and through if you will.

Sawyer began to laugh hysterically as she to her sharpen mechanical lover and cut the chain that suspended the man making his now legless body drop to the floor. Blood rushing into a thick crimson pool at the women's feet. Now the fun really began for them as the man's screams were drowned out by the saws engines and the never ending laundry work upstairs. Wu-ya and Sawyer copulated in a way as they cut and tore the man limb from limb until he was nothing but meaty chunks of blood and bone. Then with care and attention to detail Sawyer helped Wu-ya grind the chunks into a finely minced meat and package it with the intact head ready for shipping to Don of the Falcone family. Inside the gruesome package was a note that read:

"Chinatown is not for the pigs and neither is this city built on the back of forgotten imigrants. All of your piglets shall fall whether you keep them close to yo heart or turn a blind eye to their deeds. This piglet is a lasting remind of what Chinatowns across the world think of your existence. You have no honor in our eyes and will be handled without honor. Signed Ashura."