The Grey Storm

16

The Sex Ring
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"Boss, why didn't you let one of us stay with you?"

"Iseul is a nosy motherfucker and I clearly don't need that." she said getting out of the SUV in an abandoned containing dock, taking an axe from a guard walking between rows of containers. Looking left and right, "Did you drunk the newbie?"

"I had to, he couldn't stomach this mission." looking at her Personal guard, Hugo Rokossovsky. A tall Russian with dark hair and piercing green eyes. Big built too, "Iseul not catching onto your going outs?" she shook her head and look above, "He thinks it's Royal duties." her ears flickered, sniffing the air and caught a whiff of plastic burning. "What's the plan Boss? Observe or bust them?"

"Whatever flows, let it flow." she shrugged, shoving her one hand into her pocket. Tilting her head to see a small stream of smoke from a distance, faint enough not to be noticed many will think it's homeless people. "We're near, spread out in three. Skip two," lowering her voice as the other two guards went their way swiftly as Rokossovsky followed behind her. Feeling the containers to which one will mostly be secure enough but not noticeable, "The Guards are two containers length away not to draw attention to outsiders but close enough to check on."

"How do you know?"

"Traffickers work like that, they need to be hidden. But the one mistake is, when they get sloppy when stressed." Isamiona explain, feeling the container as she could see the traffickers from a distance, mapping which location will the victims will be. Isamiona almost missed it but felt that faint heat meaning the material is thin to be light weight and ship but enough to be soundproof. Kneeling down as she touch the spot with two hands, "Ya!" (Hey!) ya voice yelled making Isamiona snap her head, "Nuga geogiiss-eo?" (Who's there?) a flashlight shone near them.

"Regroup, I'll handle this," Rokossovsky nodded running around the container, once he was gone Isamiona stood up tightening the grip on the axe handle. One of the thugs shone his flashlight on her, seeing a young girl smiling at him creepily freaked him out. Causing him to curse out loudly, alerting the others. She launched at him swinging the axe hard hitting between neck and shoulder part. Pulling the axe out as the guy fell limp, smirking upon seeing the other thugs circling her. Counting eight guys, shrugging at the easiness of this. Two thugs launched at her swinging crowbars, Isamiona dodged both sides and kneeled before doing a spinning sweeper. Kicking both thugs under their feet causing them to fall, rolling onto her back and hacking the one thug's neck. Throwing the bloody axe at the other thug who got up, hitting him in the head causing him to fall back down.

The third thug pulled her bun as she arched her head back, glaring at the thug with a menacing glare. Thinking he could advantage of this but no. She swung her leg back hard between the thug's crotch as he groan and whimpered. Letting go of her, falling onto his knees. Looking up seeing a calm face, looking down at him. Feeling his heart sinking slowly down to his stomach, she gripped his head tightly as her other hand stuck out. The axe was pulled out of the dead thug's head with an invisible force, floating into her hand. The thug thrashed trying to break free, locking his eyes with her dead glare. His blood ran cold, "What the fuck are you?"

"Your Death and Executioner," his last sight was the young girl's grin before she hacked his head clean off. Once the body dropped onto the floor, Isamiona examined the frozen fear and scream expression face of the head. "To be or not to be, that is the question." reciting Hamlet while holding the head, seeing four thugs hesitating to come near her. The soft pud of the silencer gun as the thugs were all shot dead, Rokossovsky. "That was not necessary, check if one is alive." Isamiona said displeased, dropping the head walking over the bodies and grabbing the axe. "Sorry Boss," the Russian nodded his head at the other guards to check the bodies.

Walking around the container to the doors with thick chains and a bottled lock. Rokossovsky broke the chains effortlessly and the bolted locks, stepping away for his boss to open it. "Call the police," Isamiona said turning her head slightly, Rokossovsky nodded taking his phone out, dialing a number. "On it Boss," he said pressing the phone against his ears, walking away. Opening the doors as it dimly lit the container, seeing the all women and girls huddled together in a corner. "Do not fear, for I do not bite." Isamiona watched them looking at her all shaken in fear and malnourished, it felt far too familiar of a scene for her. Holding her hands behind her back as they all looked at her, "You don't know who I am, don't speak of this day. This never happened,"

"What do we tell the police?" a voice spoke out.

"Say it was an argument over a lost deal, one was going to open to free you all but ended up killing each other. Stick to it," once she finished she left, leaving the doors open for them. "Wait!" the same voice called out for her, making her halt in her steps. "Thank you for saving us,"

"It's my job to keep them in a line, somebody used turfs in the wrong area." looking up at the Incheon bridge, walking on as distance police sirens whiled. Her guards followed behind her to the SUV, giving the axe back to the one guard.

Isamiona got out of the car seeing a familiar rose gold, Rolls Royce and two SUVs parked on the side of the car. By the entrance of the manor, all standing in the middle of the road. A tall lady was leaning against the hood of the car, as Isamiona walked to see that they were blocked out from the manor. The lady wore a red Valentino saint suit, with dark curly hair. Saint red bottom heels with a silver cap over the point of the heels, this bold outfit was too familiar. Four guards stood behind her with their spears, meaning only one thing: Iseul's mother was in town.