Rouge Wines With Blood Splatters

Chapter 1 Act 3-3

Police sirens screeched below in the streets, and people stampede screaming out of the Minji Export Plaza building. She pulled herself out of the busted wall and dusts herself off. A minuscule piece of C-4 with detonator placed in the damaged drywall, and she removes the thug's fingerprints from the Ingram Mac 10 Machine Pistol a bit of C-4 and detonator on the weapon. Her thorough nature even placed a bit of C-4 with detonator on the other Ingram Mac 10 she utilized before sliding across the guidewire to this building, yet granted she wears weight steel black leather gauntlets.

Miss Plum Eyes strolls away to safe distance, and she demonstrates triggering the C-4 detonator and obliterating the evidence. The explosion decibel's sound proves quiet compared to a decent meager usage of C-4. "Dealing with potential evidence provides joyous and painful experiences." Miss Plum Eyes swift exit of the office room, and she charges down the stairs twelve floors. She locates a vacant bathroom, and this removes her designer frock coat and red dress revealing a baggy jean jacket underneath, black air walk shirt, and baggy acid washed jeans. Putting her hair in a ponytail then Miss Plum Eyes dons one of her favorite white bucket hats on her head, and she swaps sunglasses for Custom Ray-Ban B&L Emerald Orbs Eclipse Silver Sunglasses to her charming face. This woman unrolls her baggy jeans from a caprice height, yet her legs appear ivory as snow in hues and tones. She folds her prize white leather frock up after dusting off the drywall powder and places the coat under her right arm.

"Damn dresses barf, only sickos wear those!" Police storm the Minji Export Plaza building. Plum Eyes destroys the dress igniting it in the sink with a lighter after dousing it with a dinky metal flask of lighter fluid. "Sprinklers should engage in a few minutes, yet the dress will be ruined with the evidence."

These two exquisite women intermissions back outside the bullet laden Tropical Mirage contemplating their next move. Aquamarine Eyes deliberates how to conduct herself. She disappears to one of the private offices on the floor conducting a business call. "What transpired at the Tropical Mirage only minutes ago, and where are you now," a male voice inquires?" "Tropical Mirage," she informs. "I'll be there in a few minutes and remain calm."

It appears evacuated, yet a wealthy Korean Mobster, his sultry woman, and his coward nephew hiding behind the bar.

"What's that putrid smell," the onyx eyed woman states? "Ah, the nephew peed himself and threw up all over the floor from the stress. They were plastered from all the free sake samples. It's only been fourteen minutes since the gunfire began. Miss Aquamarine assists the sultry drunken woman with her dress strap, yes it slides off her shoulder to avoid a mishap.

Meanwhile, the Plum Eyed psycho traverses stealthy down to the ground floor of the office building. "Walking out the front door proves disastrous and ignoramus on my behalf, so I require another optimal exit," she deliberates strategic. "Handcuffs grody and who knows what sweaty bleeding scumbags those shackled down!" She wanders tranquil to an underground parking ramp elevator. The woman rides the elevator down to sub level number 2, and her cautious scouring reveals few Korean adult pedestrians. Miss Plum Eyes possesses a blueprint map of an access route to an underground tunnel with power and water lines running through them. "Excellent!" Wasting zero time, the woman darts for the tunnel entrance shimmying down the steel ladder.

One male security member appears through the kitchen door of the Tropical Mirage. "Lower the Mossberg 1300 shotgun," he informs. Aquamarines Eyes gleams for a moment. "Keep quiet for now," the man informs.

"Who's your man," the Onyx Eyed woman inquires? "One of my most trusted bodyguards."

"Something odious happened, yet what I gathered from another security member appears disturbing?" "Over twelve members of the top seven floors security team are missing or found deceased." "What, and who could be responsible for this?" "We'll speak more of this in a secure location and time."