It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine
or is it? That's the bliss I desire.
Twenty Minutes Since The Calico Pirates Left the Kasumi Inn
Exiting at the road's junction, the Cowboy stood firmly in front of the Kasumi's Inn, about six feet off from the diner's entrance.
"Is this the place Mother was telling me about?" the Cowboy thought to himself. Opening the door to greet the stranger, the hostess looked up at the massive cowboy, cowering slightly before stating,
"Umm... Welcome to the Kasumi Inn. This section is for dining... Can I help you?" the hostess inquired. Sighing notably, the cowboy extended his hand to the woman's head, ruffling his hand through her hair.
"I really hoped this wasn't the place... It seems so rustic and rural in such a modernised area of the District. It could've made a good ol' saloon too." the Cowboy exclaimed, leaving the woman puzzled by the man's response.
Snapping his fingers, the rope attached around the man's waist came to life, wrapping itself around the hostess, leaving the woman bundled from head to toe in the rope's woven polyester material. Within moments, a small of posse of eight huddled around the cowboy. "
Prep's done boss. I reckon ther's enough gasoline around this place to cook a giant's foot." the lackey informed. Reaching into his pocket, the Cowboy revealed a box of matches, and with two concise moves, removing the match tray, and swishing it against the ignition material, the Cowboy, the man simply known as Bishop, tossed the match against the diner's window and within seconds, the whole dinner was set aflame. It wouldn't take long before the flame spread to the whole estate,
"What a waste. Take this as our declaration of War. Mr.Ears." Bishop said smiling, tipping his cowboy hat towards the burning building in respect. Exits had all been sealed off by Bishop's men, leaving everyone to either spring from the windows or burn in the gasoline inspired inferno.
Blasting off the ground, Jackal took flight to avoid the incoming bullets that had yet to be fired from the new assailants rifles. The speed at which he'd moved would've been nothing but a blur to the men, as long as their eyes stayed clutched on the debris from his last explosion, they'd be no way they could've predicted his new coarse.
Blasting until about ten meters away from the firing squad, forty meters away, Jackal flipped in mid-air, crashing his feet into the ground, releasing another explosion, this time encompassing a total of twenty-five meters upon contact with the stone surface. By this point, the whole District huddled around the popular brothel, watching in awe at the loud noises being created from the explosion.
What was even more odd, that though the explosive forces were wiping out the gunmen, the building's structure had been left un-shook from the blasts. Leaving fragments of rubble in his path, the Bandit King's explosive force made anyone else hesitant from entering into the building. It'd be at this point, that Jackal would progress with stage two of his plan.
Continuing North, Jackal would advance towards the receptionist counter that'd he crushed by blasting the mammoth of a guard through it's oak build, leaving it's marble counter shattered from the impact. Hopping over the debris, Jackal would venture further into the brothel house, making it into the area of the house where the ladies did their work. The whole strip was lit with red neon bulbs which created a sensual ambience to the room.
As he'd begin to traverse the hallway, one by one, the doors in the brothel house would crack open. Zombie- No, adult female Lesser Minks would emerge from each room, the conditions of their skin was much worse than the average Mink's, scaly, almost to the point of being reptilian like, around their mouth's thick coats of dried saliva could've been seen, fragments of their left barren of pinkness due to the drug abuse. They're eyes stayed barren, much like their wombs, corroded with several organic matters swarming in their bodies, leaving them just pleasure dumps for the next defiler, or though to them, they we're paying customers.
The women's couldn't even muster words to sell their product, all that was left from in the heckling process for them were a combination of either dirty glares or exposing parts of their bodies to be bare as childbirth. Jackal definitely felt uncomfortable, nothing about this process could've been truly appealing, at least not him. It'd just cement in his brain the filth that Mother perpetuated under her rule.
The floor itself was kept cleaner than most of the women's rooms, as the smell of semen and old cigarette meshed into one aroma leaked from each chamber, at times even the scent of vomit would linger in between. Finally, arriving at end of the corridor, the door marked 'Restricted Personnel Only' came into sight. Smirking, Jackal slapped his knee towards the door, breaking it down.
The decor in this room was certainly different than the last. The floor was covered with an artificial grass as far as the eye could've seen, with carved hills and streams setting with the theme of a meadow. Sitting in the centre of the room, at a Victorian Styled Brunch Table, a women with blue curly hair sat, sipping tea from white fine china. The walls were plastered with cut out paper decorations, child like in their cut out, suns, moons, rainbows and clouds filled out the area.
"Sure. This isn't creepy at all." Jackal stated out loud. Finishing off her Earl Grey, the woman turned her attention towards the Mink, smiling broadly at his arrival.
"Good Afternoon Mr. Bandit King." the lolita spoke.
"You know... In my head, I knew it'd see some messed up shit when I came into this... but compared to the last room... This place actual creeps me out." Jackal concluded.
"This is my quiet room. It's where we break the new candidates in with Mother's Brain Washing. Useful no? They're room like this in almost every brothel our mafia owns." the woman explained.
"Though we've never had anyone stupid enough to just come knocking at our front door." the woman concluded, picking up the kettle to pour herself another cup of tea. "
Who are you again?" Jackal inquired.
"My name's Juliette. I'm a pawn under Mother. I'm also what they called a Ranked Pawn. I have had potential to be ranked higher in Mother's Rankings but I've decided to coordinate the filth." Juliette stated proudly.
"That's cute. I hope she's paying you well." Jackal retorted sarcastically. The woman's eye started to twitch slightly in frustration at the man's comment.
"I hope that you'd stumble across my place. Of all of the pawns, I wanted to handle your indiscretions myself." Juliette stated.
"Sorry. I don't beat up little women in dresses. I'm not really into that kind of 'play'." Jackal stated grinning.
Before the seven doors,
"There's enough of us present to split up but due to not knowing what Jakes Mother looks like, that'll be wasting time." Sinbad explained. Examining the room, Sinbad noticed that each corner was lined with camera and speaker system. "
We find the communications room. Let Jake talk on the intercom and we'll guard the room." Sinbad stated.
"Everyone spread out!" Sinbad shouted, resting his hand atop his dagger, Sapphire.