chapter 21

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"I don't get paid; I will send your boy back in pieces." A new jersey sounding accent speaks as Saya quietly opens the window. Talking on the phone with a guy tied up with a bag over his head In front of him. "I will do a van Gogh on him" the voice continues to speak as Saya stealthily slips into the room, followed by maria in her red dress and day of the dead makeup. Marcus made his way in after that, quiet at first. Well, that was until the fucking idiot tripped, making a loud ass thud.

The man with the accent set down the phone in his hand, "come to have some fun, sweet pickles?" the man speaks, knife in hand.

"there's nothing sweet about us." Maria replies, nice one, I guess?

"Oh, sweet pickles, I'm gonna have you in a sandwich pie." Seems a little creepy I will admit. Just as he was about to speak again Saya roundhouse kicked him, knocking the knife out of his hand. Maria tried to get in on the action but almost immediately got kicked back into a table. Hopefully there isn't a shoe mark on that nice dress. The man turns to Marcus punching him square in the face. Ouch. Saya tries to get back but gets smashed to the ground via her throat, landing on and breaking a table. Marcus gets back in there but gets tripped over by the guy, landing on the floor right next to the phone.

The guy slaps Marcus in the face before getting on top of him beginning to choke him out. Marcus reacts quickly and takes the phone, kicking the man in the face somehow, causing him to fall to the ground next to him. wrapping the cord around the man's neck Marcus begins to choke him. After about a min the man taps Marcus's shoulder, signalling defeat.

Atypical combat skills, another one of my favorite classes. I lead into the room, an impressed look plastered on my face as I make eye contact with Marcus. The man coughed as he got off the ground, my attention still on Marcus.

"Now class," master Zane/ the man started. "As you just witnessed, sometimes you gotta fight with bare hands," his wig now removed. "Like the guru of white karate, chuck Norris, fire walker." I watched in amusement as master Zane explained what was going on in that head, "scoom, scam, wham-bam! Other times, you gotta improvise."

"You are twice our size" Saya speaks up, standing with maria. Both of them looking pissed.

"Size, schmize. When I was a bouncer at chest of drawers, aka check for sores, on the jersey shore. Every Italian, from seaside to Sicily, tried to take a swing at old master Zane" yep Zane is also Italian, not why he's one of my favorite teachers but it does help. "And I knocked the drakkar noir right off them with nothing but a brick. Atypical combat skills save your keisters, meisters." He finished before turning around to evaluate the group. "Now you two" he points towards maria and Saya. "you two are losers."

"Well, his swan dive kinda fucked up our entrance." Saya angrily points towards Marcus. I look at him, why is he wearing a long sleeve under a short sleeve?

"Nothing ever happens according to plan" I nod to myself, Zane was right. "Now, hobo kid here, he still nailed it. with his skimmy scam shabaldam." Zane said proudly before laughing. Marcus looked proud too, smiling like a fucking idiot. "now" Zane spoke again, "next group."

I watched as Zane scanned the room. "you two" he pointed towards two random kids; I don't know their names nor do I really care. He scans the room again, deciding on who's next. "And you bimba" he points towards me. I nod waiting on further instruction. "Now, if there is anything you wanna change into, then do. But you've got fifteen minutes to change and get a plan together. Your time starts now."

I look towards my other team mates, both boys. Nice, I'm with idiots.

"Hey dudes," I say just as I reach them. "I'm gonna change" I leave them, grabbing out my outfit before quickly changing into it. As usual my outfit consisted of dress pants, a buttoned up white shirt, my dress shirt, gloves, low black heels and my dagger holsters. I decided to add some brass knuckles to the mix for good measure. If you need a better picture, I'm wearing the same thing I was wearing when I helped that girl and killed her dad (chapter 10). After I change return to see my colleges, dressed in a simple shirt and pant combo, classy.

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