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Killin' Em Softly

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Morning-10:45 am

"Konichi-wa?"

"Uh...yeah...um lemme speak to a-uh Rin Ika...Ika...Icky..Itchy Suzuki...Sticky Icky..."

"Ikazuchi."

"Yeah...Icky Woods! I dunno, I don't speak dat chang-chong shit!!!"

"Ikazuchi is Japanese...not Chinese or Korean, so there are no Changs or Chongs. With whom am I speaking with?"

"Whateva the name is man...Who is dis?"

"*sighs* You called my number...who is this?"

"My homegirl 'P' gave me dis number and said that if I needed a problem solved without causing such a ruckus that Rin was the person to call...my bad...dis must be the wrong number!"

"Hold on one second...your 'homegirl' P?"

"Poison...you know...the crazy ass white chick with the big ass titties, red hair, and the lines on her face and shit?!? Man...she nuttier than squirrel shit, but she cool peoples!"

"You must be Big Crunk."

"Yeeeeeah...that's me baby....Holla 'atcha boi!!! How did you know?"

"I know Poison very well...she's not only my business partner, but she's also my roommate. She blasts your...interesting...brand of 'rap music' along with her heavy metal CD's at the most inappropriate times of the night. I've heard your song 'Kick 'Em In The Jaw' so many times through the walls that I know it by heart. Plus, she told me that you would be calling.

So, I'm guessing that you have a problem that needs solving...how big of a problem are we talking here?"

"Maaaaaan...lemme tell ya'..."

"I am not a man, Mr. Crunk."

"Yeah...anyways there's this pussy ass nigga that needs to be dealt wit!"

"I repeat...I am not a man; I am a lady, therefore you should address me as a lady and watch your foul language."

"Damn baby...why you trippin'?"

"You are wasting my time...either straighten up your approach and talk to me like a civilized person or I hang up."

"Aiight...aiight....damn, you don't play!"

"No sir, I don't...so, this problem of yours..."

"Yeah...have you ever heard of dis dude named Young Pistolsmoke?"

"It sounds familiar...is he another rapper?"

"Yeah."

"I think I've heard his name on TV a few times here and there but I'm not familiar with his music or anything. I mainly listen to classical music...there's some of it that I like, but overall I'm not much of a fan of rap."

"Well, 'Smoke used to be a part of my crew and record label, Fallen Angelz records...he was my main patna...brotha from anotha mutha...on that level, ya' dig? We grew up in Seraphim Heights together and we used to push dat weight in the trap...you feel me?"

"Not quite. Pardon me for not being cool, but you're gonna have to elaborate for me and go easy on the street slang. Push weight in the trap...you used to lift weights together?"

"Naw, naw...we used to slang drugs in the hood. Our goal was to first provide for our families and then start up our own rap label...we used to freestyle and shit when niggas would smoke weed, and we knew that we could make it big in the rap game to get away from being broke slangin' in the ghetto. We stacked our paper from months of grindin' and finally started our label...Fallen Angelz Records. Once we got that up off the ground, I started focusin' on my music and shit and I wanted to get out the drug game for good; I got kids and I didn't wanna do anything stupid like get knocked or murked where I can't provide for them, you know what I'm sayin'? My daddy wasn't there for me because he was locked up and I promised myself when my first son was born that I wasn't gonna do anything stupid so I couldn't raise him or my other kids right and give them the good life and shit that I didn't have when I was a lil' knucklehead...that's real talk.

'Smoke did his music thang too, but he stayed in the trap on the streets. At first it wasn't a problem; actually his trappin' kept the label goin' through the first year when we was strugglin'. Once the whole crew got a buzz with our album and thangs took off and we went platinum, we was livin' the good life...out tha hood, livin' in mansions, drivin' the hottest whips, rockin' the freshest threads...my sneaker game is up top, ma!...touring all around the world, bonin' the baddest chicks, eatin' lobsters and steaks and crab legs and skrimps and all that. We all came out with solo albums...some not as successful as others; Smoke was always the most talented of the whole crew, so his solo LP sold the most. That's about time when he started taking his rap persona and his street persona a little too far.

This nigga got the big head and shit because his solo album went double platinum and was doin' TV shows and gettin' roles in movies and shit without the rest of us getting the same attention. I was happy to see him shining....me nor any of the other cats in the crew wasn't hatin' on him or anything; we was just happy to see one of us from the hood make it big on some love shit, ya' feel me? But he started treatin' us like we was walkin' mats because he blew up real fast and no one else in the crew had the hype that he did. Eventually, he broke off from the Fallen Angelz click and went for dolo...still selling albums and runnin' his own mini drug cartel back in the hood.

Of course, we still doin' our thang on the grind makin' records or whatever, but this cat is poisonin' the hood...the same hood that he came from. He got kids out there pushin' dat hard for him and doin' that shit when he don't need the loot for it...it's one thing if ya poor and ain't got no choice but to trap, but this dude is killin' his own folks! He's got some of my aunties, uncles, and cousins hooked on dat shit...we ran into each other at a club and of course he was actin' all brand new and I had to tell 'em bout hisself; we ended up gettin' into a brawl and started beefin'! I swoll up that cat's jaw and eye and beat the shit out of him before his bodyguards jumped in!

We traded songs back and forth, just like cats do when they beefin'. Next thing I know, I go back to the hood to visit my peoples for a cook out one day in da park, and this car rolls up on my spot and starts shootin' up the park...they hit one of my uncles and a few cousins and they killed two of my tightest homeboys from the crew and my little brother. There was all kinds of old folks, females, and lil' kids that could've got shot too...this shit has gone too far! It's one thing when it's between me and him, but when he goes involving my fam then we've got a serious problem!"

"From what little that I could actually understand, it sounds like a very sad story, but what exactly is the problem that you need solving?"

"It's like this baby girl...I would ride on dat fool my damn self, but since he's all Mr. Holly-Hood now plus a wannabe Nino Brown, he's got bodyguards and street thugs out the ass that's got his back. Plus, I've got 2 strikes, and like I said I can't go to prison because I've got babies to feed and take care of. I need you to ice Young Pistolsmoke before any more of my peoples get hurt...plus I wanna get that shit out of my 'hood away from my kids and family and shit! It's ironic, you know what I'm sayin'? I realize that most of my raps talk about ghetto life and drug dealin' and all like it's cool...but the more that I see it happenin' that shit ain't cool at all, ya' dig?!?"

"I do 'dig', but that sounds like a pretty big problem, Mr. Crunk...bigger than what I alone am capable of. What makes you think that I can assassinate Young Pistolsmoke by my lonesome?"

"I ain't no strategist or nothin...but word on the street is that he's throwing a big pool party on the rooftop of his high-rise condo penthouse down in 5 points tonight. Usually, when he has his parties, he does it up real big...he got dat drank, he got dat weed, food, badass bitches errywhere...um, my bad...I mean beautiful women errywhere...models...scrippers...I'm tellin' ya...he goes all out, especially with the chicks, ya dig? He got the yellow fever bad...he love him some Asian chicks; he like Wesley Snipes or somethin'! He told his bodyguards not to ask no questions...if an Asian chick is in the line to get in, she's gettin' in!"

"What are you insinuating, Crunk-San?"

"Well...ain't you Asian? You just gave me a lesson in Japanese at the beginning of the call. And P says that you're pretty good lookin'..."

"You're hinting that basically I should pose as one of the partygoers, seduce Young Pistolsmoke, and assassinate him without having his entire bodyguard staff come down on me?"

"Geeeeeeaaaaaaah! And make it look like an accident or somethin' so it doesn't get linked back to me or Fallen Angelz Records."

"Hmm...as crude as it may sound to me, that could actually work...that is if the price is right."

"How much would something like this cost me?"

"Ten million."

"What the fuck?!!? Ten mill...are you fo' real?!!?"

"Yes, I am for real...I hope you didn't think that something like this could be done for cheap! Think about it...you're asking me to degrade myself and prance around almost naked in a bikini in an environment that I am not at all familiar with, that is also teeming with security to kill a rap star sensation and media darling...not to mention that you too are a rich rap star with deep pockets. You're right; ten million is ridiculous...make that 25 million; half of it up front.

"Girl stop...you must've bumped yo' head and lost yo' damn mind!!! I ain't payin' no 25 mill!"

"Well, then I'd really like to help you solve your problem...I really would, but you're asking me for a lot and you're not willing to pay the price."

"Damn baby...um, I mean Miss Itchy and Scratchy...the thing is that Fallen Angelz Records hasn't been doing so well lately and I don't have 25 mill just layin' round, ya' dig? Errybody's downloadin' shit for free online makin' mixtapes and whatnot and nobody's buyin' our CD's...I need to make another club banger with a built-in dance pretty soon or else we goin' under! I can do 8 mill."

"Sixteen."

"Damn...you play hardball baby. 14 million and that's my final offer."

"Deal. As I said, I need half up front...seven million cash money, big bills, non-sequential, and please wrap it up neatly...no Ziploc bags or wads with rubber bands around it. You can pay the other half upon completion of the kill with confirmation that the target has been killed. I'll need to meet you at an arbitrary location; the parking lot of the Burger Barn off of I-90 on the outskirts of town at 2:37 pm on the dot."

"2:37? Why not just 2:30 or 2:45?"

"2:37 is the time...please don't be tardy. I need you on Japanese people time...not CPT...yes, I do know about CPT. I will be wearing a white skirt, a black blouse, and a white summer hat with a pair of sunglasses. Speaking of what I'm wearing...I've never been to a rapper's party before, what should I wear?"

"It's a pool party...just rock a sexy ass bikini! And when I say sexy...I mean sexy as hell! P said that you cute and all, but you're kinda conservative with your steez."

"Steez?"

"Style, baby, style...we've gotta get you some lessons in jive or something! If you want to catch 'Smoke's eye, then you gotta come up in dere bad as hell! The skimpier your bikini is, the better!"

"I've caught a glimpse of some of those women in the rap videos; I don't own anything remotely as...seductive...as some of the so-called bathing suits that they wear. I might as well go in there with pasties and a few pieces of string to cover myself up."

"Geeeeeeaaaah! That's what I'm talkin' bout!"

"Forgive my dry sense of humor, but I was totally kidding. Looks like I've got to go shopping for a new bikini."

"Actually, he really digs it when the girls come dressed up in sexy costumes; angels, cheerleaders, devilgirls, catgirls, somethin' like that...on some freaky shit, ya dig? If you need, I know a place on the Northeast side where we get all of the bikinis, lingerie, and shit for the models, scrippers, and video hos for our music videos. If you can find you a really good and sexy ass costume and charm him, then you got this all day!"

"Okay...I don't go to the Northeast side that often, what's the name of the novelty store?"

"It's called Scandalous Secrets...they got porno flicks, magazines, sex toys, motion lotion, lingerie, edible panties, anal beads, whips, chains, fuzzy handcuffs...whateva you need to get the job done baby girl! Tell 'em that Crunk sent ya and they might give you the hook up!"

"What did I tell you...I'm not your baby nor a girl...I'm a grown lady dammit! Nonetheless, I'll look up the address of the novelty store and you have the info that you need. I will see you at 2:37."

"Aiight...bet. Holla!"

"No need to holler...Sayonara."

"Um...yeah, uh...see ya!"
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Later that night-12:22 am

Rin inspects the tall building with a pair of small binoculars where Young Pistolsmoke's high-rise condo is located from a far...the entrance at the bottom floor has a door that is surrounded with about four rather large men in suits as they maintain control of the line to get into the building to go to the party. At this moment, Rin is clad in her standard outfit of her leather tube top and long form fitting leather pants with a medium sized lightweight duffle bag on her shoulder...the only thing different about her appearance at the moment is that she's wearing a bit more makeup than what she normally wears and her hair has been styled a tad bit differently; her bangs still completely covered half of her face as usual, but it looked as if she added some sort of holding gel to style her ends a bit. She makes her move from the distant rooftop to approach the building and make her way to the top floor to the rapper's condo.

Before arriving to the high-rise, Rin was able to get the floor plan to the entire building so that she would know the complete layout...where the emergency exits, laundry chutes, surveillance cameras, and any other points of interest were located. Instead of enter through the front like everyone else, she decided to scope out the service entrance in the back where there was one member of security on guard. To lure him away from the door, she took a metal object from out of her bag and threw it down the alley. The loud clang aroused suspicion from the guard as he went to see what made the noise with his hand on his gun. While patrolling the area, Rin quickly and silently made her move to gain access to the inside of the building...she carefully opened the door being sure not to not cause it to creak or slam as she slipped inside.

The central surveillance office was not too far away from the service door entrance...she slinked carefully along the shadows of the wall and peeked into the room, where a guard had been sleeping. A console with several small closed-circuit monitors displayed the positioning of all of the cameras in the entire building. Rin pulled out a long needle from her belt and pricked the sleeping guard in his neck...he jumped up with a gasp and quickly lost consciousness again due to the fact that the needle was laced with a highly potent neurotoxin that would ensure that the guard would remain asleep for the next few hours awaking with no memory of even being pricked. She turned off all of the cameras, and positioned the sleeping guard to where his head laid on the button that turned the cameras on and off.

She exited the security room and headed for a freight elevator that went straight to the penthouse. While in the elevator, she shook her head and sighed deeply as she stripped down completely nude. She then pulled out the revealing black two-piece bikini that she purchased from the novelty shop in the not-so-nice side of Angel Falls early that day and quickly put it on as the elevator made it climb to the penthouse floor. She added on some arm bands, a leg band with three kunai fastened to it, and took a long katana as well as her trademark short katana as she looked like a sexy ninja. She put her other clothes in the duffle bag and was fully clad in her 'disguise' for her current mission.

A bell chimed as the elevator arrived to the penthouse floor of the very nice high rise condominium building, of which the iconic rapper Young Pistolsmoke was the owner of. The doors slid open as she peeked her head out to what looked like a storage room of some sort...she could feel and hear the loud thumping bass muffled through the walls from the music that was being played from the party. She slowly crept out of the storage room, careful that there weren't any security guards patrolling the area. She saw a laundry chute not too far away from the elevator...she placed her bag in the chute so that it would be waiting there for her at the bottom floor when she made her exit. She walked over to some double doors which lead to the penthouse hallway...once again she quietly opened and shut the door behind her as she crept into the hallway.

There were two bodyguards with their backs turned not too far away from the storage room...they were too busy talking to one another about all of the very attractive women that had been passing through; Rin easily and silently walked past them...she realized that although Pistolsmoke was very rich, his hired security were very lax and inexperienced in securing the perimeter and that this would be much easier than she anticipated. Rin was able to sneak into the main area where the party was going on...on her way, she passed a large mirror and looked at herself in her sexy outfit; she smirked as although she felt ridiculous, she knew that she looked really good in the two-piece maillot. The music was so loud, the lights were low, and people were everywhere so no one immediately noticed her coming from a blocked off area. As soon as she arrived in the large area her nose was bombarded with a peculiar aroma...she had walked into a large wall of haze from marijuana smoke combined with the muskiness and humidity of several hundred people gathered in one area. The smell was so overwhelming to her that she chose to breath through her mouth rather than catch a contact buzz from the weed smoke.

She scanned her surroundings before pursuing her target...being that she had never been to anything like this, Rin was experiencing a bit of sensory overload. People were everywhere...dancing, drinking, smoking blunts filled with marijuana, drinking and smoking while dancing. The DJ booth was at one side of the room where the DJ was in the zone as he mixed and played the tunes; several beautiful women in bikinis danced around his booth while he played the tracks....there were several cages all over the room where scantily clad women danced inside. There was a stripper pole in one corner where women took their turns provocatively and suggestively danced around the poll, shaking their goods as several men showered them with dollar bills for their efforts. On the other side of the room was a long bar where four bartenders worked feverishly to make drinks for the partygoers...in another area three billiard tables were all being used as pool sharks gambled in high stakes games. A large projection screen TV displayed sports highlights from the day on ESPN, as a group of men stood around arguing to deafening levels, all putting in their two cents as to why their football team is the best....another TV was set up in front of some nice leather couches where several people were busy playing Madden on a PS3 video gaming console. A long buffet style spread was setup in another part of the room where gourmet chefs stood as a line of people packed their plates with various delicacies.

The dance floor was packed full of people as Rin weaved through the crowd...she found it comical that what was supposed to be dancing looked more like people having sex with one another with their clothes on. Most of the men wore urban influence clothing...boots, white t-shirts, chains, fitted sports caps, and the like. The majority of the women either wore bikinis or very skimpy and revealing dresses...Rin definitely didn't look out of place in her sexy attire as several women indeed wore costume themed bikinis or lingerie; in fact her bikini was rather tame than some of the other swimsuits that she saw. Just like Big Crunk had said, there were quite a few Asian women that were present...the majority of the rest of the partygoers were African-American.

Rin continued to walk through the crowded dance floor and look for Young Pistolsmoke...she found herself getting stared and gawked at by several of the men that she passed and even a few of the women. One idiot made the mistake of grabbing her butt; she grabbed his wrist and contorted it in a manner that it wasn't meant to bend, breaking it in the process. As not to cause a scene and to stay on task, she kept moving through the congested crowd. After looking around on the inside for several minutes she decided that she would go to the nice poolside patio where the excess of the party spilled out to. Plus, the compression of the loud bass in her ears combined with the extreme heat and breathing conditions made her yearn for some fresh air.

Once she stepped out on the patio, she was impressed with the lavish setup....the view alone of the Angel Falls skyline was breathtaking by itself, complimented by the crystal clear water with a blue glow from the large pool that sparkled as many bikini clad models frolicked in the cool water. Not too far away from the pool was a jacuzzi where there were some men holding bottles of high dollar champagne with two women under each of their arms as fine Cuban cigars dangled from their mouths. Two tables were set up for games...at one table four people played Dominoes while an intense trash-talk filled game of Spades took place at the other.

Rin's ears were still ringing from the loud music that blared; just then a loud voice had grabbed her attention from across the way. The voice belonged to a man in a white linen short sleeved shirt and pants combination along with a pair of white leather shoes...his shirt was unbuttoned as his heavily tattooed chest was bare underneath except for the long platinum chain and diamond encrusted medallion that rested on top. His hair was cut low in a classic Caesar style...he had deep 360 waves in his hair. Although it was half past midnight, he wore a pair of expensive sunglasses...two large diamond earrings adorned his earlobes on both his left and right ears. His fingers were decorated with several gold rings and he wore a very nice diamond bezzled watch on his fully tattooed forearms as he held a bottle of champagne. He was obviously already drunk, or high, or a combination of the two...but as he repeated several times in his slightly slurred blatherings, he was Smoke Dawg and it was his party.

Rin observed Young Pistolsmoke as he continued his boastful rant while drinking his champagne straight from the bottle. She slowly positioned herself to post up in a position to where he would notice her...she walked not too far away from the inebriated rapper and he stopped his rant momentarily as he caught the mesmerizing steely-eyed gaze of Rin's exposed side of her face. She gave him a hungry look as she continued over to the bar to order a drink so that she looked like an actual partygoer...she kept her eye on Pistolsmoke as he continued to look over in her direction. Rin knew that she had him hooked, all she need to do now was to lure him away from the crowd of women that surrounded him.

She sauntered back over by him again and seductively took a sip of her pineapple juice through her straw as once again he stared at her. To him, her one visible eye had a look of passion in it and he wanted to exploit that passion even further. He was intrigued, as all of the other women were flocking and clinging to him sucking up to much just because of who he was...yet the sexiest woman in the whole place according to him was making him want to go to her. He took out a wad of hundred dollar bills and 'made it rain' by throwing them into the air...all of the women around him scrambled to catch some of the cash as he stumbled out of the fray of frenzied gold diggers. Rin knew that he was on her tail, so she posted up on a rail on the balcony. Young Pistolsmoke walked quickly to catch up to her.

"Psst.....hey.....psst! Lemme' holla atcha, lil' mama!"

"Why does everyone want to holler at me...can't you just talk to me normally? And I'm not your mother."

"Girl stop...you crazy! Lemme guess....you Japanese, ain't cha?"

"That's correct."

"Yeah buddy, I know my Asian chicks! Mmmm mmm....I love me some Japanese females....y'all got that good-good!!!! What yo' name is shawty?"

"My name...you can call me 'Assassin'. And who are you calling shorty? I'm just as tall as you are with these heels on."

"'Assassin'...I like dat! You got the swords and ninja stars and shit...that's tight! You a scripper?"

"No."

"C'mon now...that's scraight up a scripper name! I know a scripper when I see one! If you ain't no scripper, den why dey call you Assassin den?"

"Because I'm a professional killer."

"You right about dat lil' buddy...you killin' me with this ninja shit you got on! Allow me to introduce myself...I'm Young Pistolsmoke aka Smoke Dawg!!! Don't mind me baby...I'm a little fucked up right now, but I just had to rap a taste with you...you the baddest chick up in this bitch and I just had to let you know dat....dat's real talk!"

"Hmm...you know, I was thinking the same thing myself. I am pretty badass and I'm glad that you came over here...I was hoping that you would leave those other floozies alone and come and talk to me. I'm not impressed by your money or your fame...but I am impressed with you. But it's so loud out here, how about we go someplace quiet and...how did you say it...'rap a taste'?" Rin suggestively bites her lip and plays with her straw as she stirs the ice in her juice. She then took the pineapple slice garnished on the rim of the glass and seductively took a bite, letting the juices of the fruit wedge dribble down her chin a little.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeaah! That's what I'm talkin' bout! Let's slip out to my masta bedroom and really get this party started!"

"Lead the way, Smoke Dawg."

Rin holds out her gloved hand for Pistolsmoke to grab as they sneak off to his private bedroom virtually unnoticed. Once again, Rin is impressed that the seemingly uneducated thug rapper has such a plush and well put together master bedroom...the bedroom is almost as big as the room where all of the other people were dancing. The large custom made triple king sized bed sat in the middle of the room and faced a large flat screened high definition TV with a remote controled fireplace underneath it. The windows all looked out over Angel Falls and the room had all sorts of fancy and expensive furniture...the floors were marble and expensive paintings were along the walls. On one wall was his double platinum album framed next to a bunch of pictures of Pistolsmoke and several different celebrities ranging from other musicians, actors, a few superheroes and villains, and other notable people. Pistolsmoke had gone to a breakfast nook, where there was a small mound of cocaine next to a razor blade...he chopped out 5 lines and proceeded to snort two as Rin looked around his condo. Pistolsmoke offers some of his blow to Rin.

"Hey baby...you get down?"

"No thanks."

"Mo' fo' me den! Muthafuckashitgotdambitchass!!!! Whooooo-weeeee!!!!!" Pistolsmoke snorted the other three lines as he reacted to the numbing effect of the drugs.

"I hope you didn't bring me here just to make me watch you do lines of Coke." Rin sat her drink on a coaster located on top the nightstand and invitingly reclined on the huge bed. Pistolsmoke made his way over, first turning on the tv which has a porno of a well endowed Black man having doggy-styled sex with a petite Asian woman called "Black Cock In Bangkok".

"Hell naw...I just needed a pick me up...I can fuck all night when I got dat powda in me! And trust me...I'm definitely gonna put dis pipe deep up in you...you shot bolts through my heart when I seent you back dere! I especially love how you got half of yo' face hidden by your haircut...damn you sexy as hell!!!! I might have to put a ring on it if the cat is good...I'll bet you nice and tight too! But first...I feel like eatin' me some Teriyaki beef! You don't mind do you?"

"Go right ahead...I hope you're hungry."

"I'll eat through these draws to get to dat ass!"

Pistolsmoke took his shirt off and caressed Rin's thighs as he leaned in to smell her crotch area with a big drunken grin on his face....he laid prostrate from the foot of the bed as he positioned himself in between Rin's legs to orally please her. With heavy breath, he grabbed for her bikini bottoms and got ready to pull them down as he administered little wet kisses to her inner thigh. Rin went along with his advances as if she were really enjoying it, feigning heavy breath and light moaning. Just as he began to expose her nether regions she spoke out.

"I don't think you understood me earlier, Smoke."

"What you talkin' bout baby?"

"'Assassin' isn't just a nickname. I'm really a killer! Big Crunk sends you his regards!" Rin's voice returned to normal as she confessed her true intentions.

"What the fuck?!!!"

She quickly grabbed one of his arms and wrapped her legs tightly around his neck, placing him in a triangle choke hold. He began to cough and flail about and his eyes bulged wide as he struggled to free himself of her vice-like grip cutting off his air passages...Pistolsmoke's efforts quickly went from that of a frenzied panic to limp within a minute. Rin loosened her grip of the vicious chokehold and pushed the limp near-unconscious body of the rapper off of her as she rose to her feet.

"By the way...your music sucks."

She then paused for a second, focused her chi, then delivered an open palm attack to his chest...causing his heart to explode upon impact. Pistolsmoke's body violently spasmed and convulsed as his eyes rolled to the back of his head...one final lurch would be the last movements that we would make on his own accord as he finally came to a final resting position. Rin dragged the dead body of Pistolsmoke over to the counter to where he had consumed the cocaine and literally letting his body drop to the floor, his head slamming against the counter on the way down. She then placed more of the white power around his mouth and nose.

She scoped the entire room one last time to make sure that she didn't leave any traces of herself behind so as not to give forensics any leads on her being the assassin of Young Pistolsmoke. She grabbed her highball glass filled with the sweet pineapple juice that she had been sipping on and exited the room, and as not to draw any further suspicion she hung around the party for another half hour or so. Rin noticed that the bodyguards had begin to move with more purpose, as they had finally noticed that Young Pistolsmoke had been missing from the party for an extended amount of time...it was then where she decided that she would take her leave. She carefully crept back to the storage room which contained the freight elevator...and instead of take the elevator back down, she decided that she would slide down the laundry chute to get back to the ground level. After a quick ride to the bottom, she landed in a soft pile of soiled towels and sheets where her duffle bag that she sent down earlier awaited her. She flung the strap of her bag around her shoulder and quickly crept through the service area, peeking into the security room where the guard was still asleep in the same position that she left him in. She knew that the one guard was still outside...she plugged her ears after knocking over a giant rack that contained many metal shelves, which made a deafening resonating clang that could be heard from outside in the docking area, then ran and hid in the shadows not too far away from the door. The guard eventually came in, calling the name of the other guard that Rin had poisoned with the neurotoxin. He passed right by Rin as he went into the security office...in a split second Rin made her silent exit.
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The Next Morning 8:03 am

"Good morning, this is the Ch.4 Morning News....I'm Ted Youmans. Our top story this morning: Famed rapper, media mogul, and suspected drug trafficker Daqua'won "Young Pistolsmoke" Jenkins most famous for his controversial double platinum album "Sell Drugs, Get Money" was found late last night in his condominium penthouse in 5 Points dead from a drug overdose. Jenkins was having a party and was said to have gone missing in the midst of the party while heavily intoxicated. The trouble rap star was later found while the party was still going on in his bedroom on the floor next to a counter top, which contained a considerable amount of cocaine with severe trauma to his head from his collapse; early reports from the coroners are saying the cause of death is acute heart failure. Jenkins was 23 years old."

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This here is a double whammy pic: first and foremost this is a belated B-Day gift to one of my best DA friends for just about as long as I've been here on DA (almost 4 years) of his deadly and sexy ninja assassin gal Rin Ikazuchi! He was ever so kind to render my OC Lt. Raina Hunter for my birthday back in April, so I decided to return the favor! I told him that I was gonna do a bikini pic for him, and I couldn't get the sexy image of Rin clad in a scandalous bikini doing some sexy ninja stuff...I hope he likes it! Knowing Rin's character, perhaps her bikini is a bit risque for her personality, but I couldn't resist turning up the sexy with the beautiful but deadly Japanese contract killer for hire here! This is also another entry for my Female OC Sexy Summertime Swimsuit Bikini Jammy Jam!!! Two targets...one slice!

While drawing the lines to this one, I thought that it would be cool to have a story to accompany this image as to why she would be dressed so provocatively, as although she's an assassin she's rather subdued and conservative. I got the idea that she could be going to some party to assassinate a crime boss, but that's too cliche...I got the idea of her going to some crazy ass rapper's party along the lines of Thugnificent from the Boondocks and I ran with it! I think that many of the mainstream rappers are absolutely ridiculous and it would be funny to put the otherwise serious Japanese beauty in such an environment for her next contract kill! So if you're wondering about all the grammatical mistakes....yeah, unless Rin's talking or it's the narrative of the story, it's supposed to be butchered to hell!

Another thing that I noticed is that in the group, things have gotten really heavy on the superpower side of things...Rin and Poison are awesome villains that don't need superpowers. Seeing them go up against Soviet Superwoman, Walkiria, and the other megapowered bad girls of Angel Falls don't really do them much justice...I wanted to put Rin in a situation to where she's functioning within her element of being a world class assassin with NO superpowers at all! (Okay, I did make her use an exploding heart technique, but that's it! ) I hope I did her justice in this story!

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Killin' Em Softly

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Morning-10:45 am

"Konichi-wa?"

"Uh...yeah...um lemme speak to a-uh Rin Ika...Ika...Icky..Itchy Suzuki...Sticky Icky..."

"Ikazuchi."

"Yeah...Icky Woods! I dunno, I don't speak dat chang-chong shit!!!"

"Ikazuchi is Japanese...not Chinese or Korean, so there are no Changs or Chongs. With whom am I speaking with?"

"Whateva the name is man...Who is dis?"

"*sighs* You called my number...who is this?"

"My homegirl 'P' gave me dis number and said that if I needed a problem solved without causing such a ruckus that Rin was the person to call...my bad...dis must be the wrong number!"

"Hold on one second...your 'homegirl' P?"

"Poison...you know...the crazy ass white chick with the big ass titties, red hair, and the lines on her face and shit?!? Man...she nuttier than squirrel shit, but she cool peoples!"

"You must be Big Crunk."

"Yeeeeeah...that's me baby....Holla 'atcha boi!!! How did you know?"

"I know Poison very well...she's not only my business partner, but she's also my roommate. She blasts your...interesting...brand of 'rap music' along with her heavy metal CD's at the most inappropriate times of the night. I've heard your song 'Kick 'Em In The Jaw' so many times through the walls that I know it by heart. Plus, she told me that you would be calling.

So, I'm guessing that you have a problem that needs solving...how big of a problem are we talking here?"

"Maaaaaan...lemme tell ya'..."

"I am not a man, Mr. Crunk."

"Yeah...anyways there's this pussy ass nigga that needs to be dealt wit!"

"I repeat...I am not a man; I am a lady, therefore you should address me as a lady and watch your foul language."

"Damn baby...why you trippin'?"

"You are wasting my time...either straighten up your approach and talk to me like a civilized person or I hang up."

"Aiight...aiight....damn, you don't play!"

"No sir, I don't...so, this problem of yours..."

"Yeah...have you ever heard of dis dude named Young Pistolsmoke?"

"It sounds familiar...is he another rapper?"

"Yeah."

"I think I've heard his name on TV a few times here and there but I'm not familiar with his music or anything. I mainly listen to classical music...there's some of it that I like, but overall I'm not much of a fan of rap."

"Well, 'Smoke used to be a part of my crew and record label, Fallen Angelz records...he was my main patna...brotha from anotha mutha...on that level, ya' dig? We grew up in Seraphim Heights together and we used to push dat weight in the trap...you feel me?"

"Not quite. Pardon me for not being cool, but you're gonna have to elaborate for me and go easy on the street slang. Push weight in the trap...you used to lift weights together?"

"Naw, naw...we used to slang drugs in the hood. Our goal was to first provide for our families and then start up our own rap label...we used to freestyle and shit when niggas would smoke weed, and we knew that we could make it big in the rap game to get away from being broke slangin' in the ghetto. We stacked our paper from months of grindin' and finally started our label...Fallen Angelz Records. Once we got that up off the ground, I started focusin' on my music and shit and I wanted to get out the drug game for good; I got kids and I didn't wanna do anything stupid like get knocked or murked where I can't provide for them, you know what I'm sayin'? My daddy wasn't there for me because he was locked up and I promised myself when my first son was born that I wasn't gonna do anything stupid so I couldn't raise him or my other kids right and give them the good life and shit that I didn't have when I was a lil' knucklehead...that's real talk.

'Smoke did his music thang too, but he stayed in the trap on the streets. At first it wasn't a problem; actually his trappin' kept the label goin' through the first year when we was strugglin'. Once the whole crew got a buzz with our album and thangs took off and we went platinum, we was livin' the good life...out tha hood, livin' in mansions, drivin' the hottest whips, rockin' the freshest threads...my sneaker game is up top, ma!...touring all around the world, bonin' the baddest chicks, eatin' lobsters and steaks and crab legs and skrimps and all that. We all came out with solo albums...some not as successful as others; Smoke was always the most talented of the whole crew, so his solo LP sold the most. That's about time when he started taking his rap persona and his street persona a little too far.

This nigga got the big head and shit because his solo album went double platinum and was doin' TV shows and gettin' roles in movies and shit without the rest of us getting the same attention. I was happy to see him shining....me nor any of the other cats in the crew wasn't hatin' on him or anything; we was just happy to see one of us from the hood make it big on some love shit, ya' feel me? But he started treatin' us like we was walkin' mats because he blew up real fast and no one else in the crew had the hype that he did. Eventually, he broke off from the Fallen Angelz click and went for dolo...still selling albums and runnin' his own mini drug cartel back in the hood.

Of course, we still doin' our thang on the grind makin' records or whatever, but this cat is poisonin' the hood...the same hood that he came from. He got kids out there pushin' dat hard for him and doin' that shit when he don't need the loot for it...it's one thing if ya poor and ain't got no choice but to trap, but this dude is killin' his own folks! He's got some of my aunties, uncles, and cousins hooked on dat shit...we ran into each other at a club and of course he was actin' all brand new and I had to tell 'em bout hisself; we ended up gettin' into a brawl and started beefin'! I swoll up that cat's jaw and eye and beat the shit out of him before his bodyguards jumped in!

We traded songs back and forth, just like cats do when they beefin'. Next thing I know, I go back to the hood to visit my peoples for a cook out one day in da park, and this car rolls up on my spot and starts shootin' up the park...they hit one of my uncles and a few cousins and they killed two of my tightest homeboys from the crew and my little brother. There was all kinds of old folks, females, and lil' kids that could've got shot too...this shit has gone too far! It's one thing when it's between me and him, but when he goes involving my fam then we've got a serious problem!"

"From what little that I could actually understand, it sounds like a very sad story, but what exactly is the problem that you need solving?"

"It's like this baby girl...I would ride on dat fool my damn self, but since he's all Mr. Holly-Hood now plus a wannabe Nino Brown, he's got bodyguards and street thugs out the ass that's got his back. Plus, I've got 2 strikes, and like I said I can't go to prison because I've got babies to feed and take care of. I need you to ice Young Pistolsmoke before any more of my peoples get hurt...plus I wanna get that shit out of my 'hood away from my kids and family and shit! It's ironic, you know what I'm sayin'? I realize that most of my raps talk about ghetto life and drug dealin' and all like it's cool...but the more that I see it happenin' that shit ain't cool at all, ya' dig?!?"

"I do 'dig', but that sounds like a pretty big problem, Mr. Crunk...bigger than what I alone am capable of. What makes you think that I can assassinate Young Pistolsmoke by my lonesome?"

"I ain't no strategist or nothin...but word on the street is that he's throwing a big pool party on the rooftop of his high-rise condo penthouse down in 5 points tonight. Usually, when he has his parties, he does it up real big...he got dat drank, he got dat weed, food, badass bitches errywhere...um, my bad...I mean beautiful women errywhere...models...scrippers...I'm tellin' ya...he goes all out, especially with the chicks, ya dig? He got the yellow fever bad...he love him some Asian chicks; he like Wesley Snipes or somethin'! He told his bodyguards not to ask no questions...if an Asian chick is in the line to get in, she's gettin' in!"

"What are you insinuating, Crunk-San?"

"Well...ain't you Asian? You just gave me a lesson in Japanese at the beginning of the call. And P says that you're pretty good lookin'..."

"You're hinting that basically I should pose as one of the partygoers, seduce Young Pistolsmoke, and assassinate him without having his entire bodyguard staff come down on me?"

"Geeeeeeaaaaaaah! And make it look like an accident or somethin' so it doesn't get linked back to me or Fallen Angelz Records."

"Hmm...as crude as it may sound to me, that could actually work...that is if the price is right."

"How much would something like this cost me?"

"Ten million."

"What the fuck?!!? Ten mill...are you fo' real?!!?"

"Yes, I am for real...I hope you didn't think that something like this could be done for cheap! Think about it...you're asking me to degrade myself and prance around almost naked in a bikini in an environment that I am not at all familiar with, that is also teeming with security to kill a rap star sensation and media darling...not to mention that you too are a rich rap star with deep pockets. You're right; ten million is ridiculous...make that 25 million; half of it up front.

"Girl stop...you must've bumped yo' head and lost yo' damn mind!!! I ain't payin' no 25 mill!"

"Well, then I'd really like to help you solve your problem...I really would, but you're asking me for a lot and you're not willing to pay the price."

"Damn baby...um, I mean Miss Itchy and Scratchy...the thing is that Fallen Angelz Records hasn't been doing so well lately and I don't have 25 mill just layin' round, ya' dig? Errybody's downloadin' shit for free online makin' mixtapes and whatnot and nobody's buyin' our CD's...I need to make another club banger with a built-in dance pretty soon or else we goin' under! I can do 8 mill."

"Sixteen."

"Damn...you play hardball baby. 14 million and that's my final offer."

"Deal. As I said, I need half up front...seven million cash money, big bills, non-sequential, and please wrap it up neatly...no Ziploc bags or wads with rubber bands around it. You can pay the other half upon completion of the kill with confirmation that the target has been killed. I'll need to meet you at an arbitrary location; the parking lot of the Burger Barn off of I-90 on the outskirts of town at 2:37 pm on the dot."

"2:37? Why not just 2:30 or 2:45?"

"2:37 is the time...please don't be tardy. I need you on Japanese people time...not CPT...yes, I do know about CPT. I will be wearing a white skirt, a black blouse, and a white summer hat with a pair of sunglasses. Speaking of what I'm wearing...I've never been to a rapper's party before, what should I wear?"

"It's a pool party...just rock a sexy ass bikini! And when I say sexy...I mean sexy as hell! P said that you cute and all, but you're kinda conservative with your steez."

"Steez?"

"Style, baby, style...we've gotta get you some lessons in jive or something! If you want to catch 'Smoke's eye, then you gotta come up in dere bad as hell! The skimpier your bikini is, the better!"

"I've caught a glimpse of some of those women in the rap videos; I don't own anything remotely as...seductive...as some of the so-called bathing suits that they wear. I might as well go in there with pasties and a few pieces of string to cover myself up."

"Geeeeeeaaaah! That's what I'm talkin' bout!"

"Forgive my dry sense of humor, but I was totally kidding. Looks like I've got to go shopping for a new bikini."

"Actually, he really digs it when the girls come dressed up in sexy costumes; angels, cheerleaders, devilgirls, catgirls, somethin' like that...on some freaky shit, ya dig? If you need, I know a place on the Northeast side where we get all of the bikinis, lingerie, and shit for the models, scrippers, and video hos for our music videos. If you can find you a really good and sexy ass costume and charm him, then you got this all day!"

"Okay...I don't go to the Northeast side that often, what's the name of the novelty store?"

"It's called Scandalous Secrets...they got porno flicks, magazines, sex toys, motion lotion, lingerie, edible panties, anal beads, whips, chains, fuzzy handcuffs...whateva you need to get the job done baby girl! Tell 'em that Crunk sent ya and they might give you the hook up!"

"What did I tell you...I'm not your baby nor a girl...I'm a grown lady dammit! Nonetheless, I'll look up the address of the novelty store and you have the info that you need. I will see you at 2:37."

"Aiight...bet. Holla!"

"No need to holler...Sayonara."

"Um...yeah, uh...see ya!"
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Later that night-12:22 am

Rin inspects the tall building with a pair of small binoculars where Young Pistolsmoke's high-rise condo is located from a far...the entrance at the bottom floor has a door that is surrounded with about four rather large men in suits as they maintain control of the line to get into the building to go to the party. At this moment, Rin is clad in her standard outfit of her leather tube top and long form fitting leather pants with a medium sized lightweight duffle bag on her shoulder...the only thing different about her appearance at the moment is that she's wearing a bit more makeup than what she normally wears and her hair has been styled a tad bit differently; her bangs still completely covered half of her face as usual, but it looked as if she added some sort of holding gel to style her ends a bit. She makes her move from the distant rooftop to approach the building and make her way to the top floor to the rapper's condo.

Before arriving to the high-rise, Rin was able to get the floor plan to the entire building so that she would know the complete layout...where the emergency exits, laundry chutes, surveillance cameras, and any other points of interest were located. Instead of enter through the front like everyone else, she decided to scope out the service entrance in the back where there was one member of security on guard. To lure him away from the door, she took a metal object from out of her bag and threw it down the alley. The loud clang aroused suspicion from the guard as he went to see what made the noise with his hand on his gun. While patrolling the area, Rin quickly and silently made her move to gain access to the inside of the building...she carefully opened the door being sure not to not cause it to creak or slam as she slipped inside.

The central surveillance office was not too far away from the service door entrance...she slinked carefully along the shadows of the wall and peeked into the room, where a guard had been sleeping. A console with several small closed-circuit monitors displayed the positioning of all of the cameras in the entire building. Rin pulled out a long needle from her belt and pricked the sleeping guard in his neck...he jumped up with a gasp and quickly lost consciousness again due to the fact that the needle was laced with a highly potent neurotoxin that would ensure that the guard would remain asleep for the next few hours awaking with no memory of even being pricked. She turned off all of the cameras, and positioned the sleeping guard to where his head laid on the button that turned the cameras on and off.

She exited the security room and headed for a freight elevator that went straight to the penthouse. While in the elevator, she shook her head and sighed deeply as she stripped down completely nude. She then pulled out the revealing black two-piece bikini that she purchased from the novelty shop in the not-so-nice side of Angel Falls early that day and quickly put it on as the elevator made it climb to the penthouse floor. She added on some arm bands, a leg band with three kunai fastened to it, and took a long katana as well as her trademark short katana as she looked like a sexy ninja. She put her other clothes in the duffle bag and was fully clad in her 'disguise' for her current mission.

A bell chimed as the elevator arrived to the penthouse floor of the very nice high rise condominium building, of which the iconic rapper Young Pistolsmoke was the owner of. The doors slid open as she peeked her head out to what looked like a storage room of some sort...she could feel and hear the loud thumping bass muffled through the walls from the music that was being played from the party. She slowly crept out of the storage room, careful that there weren't any security guards patrolling the area. She saw a laundry chute not too far away from the elevator...she placed her bag in the chute so that it would be waiting there for her at the bottom floor when she made her exit. She walked over to some double doors which lead to the penthouse hallway...once again she quietly opened and shut the door behind her as she crept into the hallway.

There were two bodyguards with their backs turned not too far away from the storage room...they were too busy talking to one another about all of the very attractive women that had been passing through; Rin easily and silently walked past them...she realized that although Pistolsmoke was very rich, his hired security were very lax and inexperienced in securing the perimeter and that this would be much easier than she anticipated. Rin was able to sneak into the main area where the party was going on...on her way, she passed a large mirror and looked at herself in her sexy outfit; she smirked as although she felt ridiculous, she knew that she looked really good in the two-piece maillot. The music was so loud, the lights were low, and people were everywhere so no one immediately noticed her coming from a blocked off area. As soon as she arrived in the large area her nose was bombarded with a peculiar aroma...she had walked into a large wall of haze from marijuana smoke combined with the muskiness and humidity of several hundred people gathered in one area. The smell was so overwhelming to her that she chose to breath through her mouth rather than catch a contact buzz from the weed smoke.

She scanned her surroundings before pursuing her target...being that she had never been to anything like this, Rin was experiencing a bit of sensory overload. People were everywhere...dancing, drinking, smoking blunts filled with marijuana, drinking and smoking while dancing. The DJ booth was at one side of the room where the DJ was in the zone as he mixed and played the tunes; several beautiful women in bikinis danced around his booth while he played the tracks....there were several cages all over the room where scantily clad women danced inside. There was a stripper pole in one corner where women took their turns provocatively and suggestively danced around the poll, shaking their goods as several men showered them with dollar bills for their efforts. On the other side of the room was a long bar where four bartenders worked feverishly to make drinks for the partygoers...in another area three billiard tables were all being used as pool sharks gambled in high stakes games. A large projection screen TV displayed sports highlights from the day on ESPN, as a group of men stood around arguing to deafening levels, all putting in their two cents as to why their football team is the best....another TV was set up in front of some nice leather couches where several people were busy playing Madden on a PS3 video gaming console. A long buffet style spread was setup in another part of the room where gourmet chefs stood as a line of people packed their plates with various delicacies.

The dance floor was packed full of people as Rin weaved through the crowd...she found it comical that what was supposed to be dancing looked more like people having sex with one another with their clothes on. Most of the men wore urban influence clothing...boots, white t-shirts, chains, fitted sports caps, and the like. The majority of the women either wore bikinis or very skimpy and revealing dresses...Rin definitely didn't look out of place in her sexy attire as several women indeed wore costume themed bikinis or lingerie; in fact her bikini was rather tame than some of the other swimsuits that she saw. Just like Big Crunk had said, there were quite a few Asian women that were present...the majority of the rest of the partygoers were African-American.

Rin continued to walk through the crowded dance floor and look for Young Pistolsmoke...she found herself getting stared and gawked at by several of the men that she passed and even a few of the women. One idiot made the mistake of grabbing her butt; she grabbed his wrist and contorted it in a manner that it wasn't meant to bend, breaking it in the process. As not to cause a scene and to stay on task, she kept moving through the congested crowd. After looking around on the inside for several minutes she decided that she would go to the nice poolside patio where the excess of the party spilled out to. Plus, the compression of the loud bass in her ears combined with the extreme heat and breathing conditions made her yearn for some fresh air.

Once she stepped out on the patio, she was impressed with the lavish setup....the view alone of the Angel Falls skyline was breathtaking by itself, complimented by the crystal clear water with a blue glow from the large pool that sparkled as many bikini clad models frolicked in the cool water. Not too far away from the pool was a jacuzzi where there were some men holding bottles of high dollar champagne with two women under each of their arms as fine Cuban cigars dangled from their mouths. Two tables were set up for games...at one table four people played Dominoes while an intense trash-talk filled game of Spades took place at the other.

Rin's ears were still ringing from the loud music that blared; just then a loud voice had grabbed her attention from across the way. The voice belonged to a man in a white linen short sleeved shirt and pants combination along with a pair of white leather shoes...his shirt was unbuttoned as his heavily tattooed chest was bare underneath except for the long platinum chain and diamond encrusted medallion that rested on top. His hair was cut low in a classic Caesar style...he had deep 360 waves in his hair. Although it was half past midnight, he wore a pair of expensive sunglasses...two large diamond earrings adorned his earlobes on both his left and right ears. His fingers were decorated with several gold rings and he wore a very nice diamond bezzled watch on his fully tattooed forearms as he held a bottle of champagne. He was obviously already drunk, or high, or a combination of the two...but as he repeated several times in his slightly slurred blatherings, he was Smoke Dawg and it was his party.

Rin observed Young Pistolsmoke as he continued his boastful rant while drinking his champagne straight from the bottle. She slowly positioned herself to post up in a position to where he would notice her...she walked not too far away from the inebriated rapper and he stopped his rant momentarily as he caught the mesmerizing steely-eyed gaze of Rin's exposed side of her face. She gave him a hungry look as she continued over to the bar to order a drink so that she looked like an actual partygoer...she kept her eye on Pistolsmoke as he continued to look over in her direction. Rin knew that she had him hooked, all she need to do now was to lure him away from the crowd of women that surrounded him.

She sauntered back over by him again and seductively took a sip of her pineapple juice through her straw as once again he stared at her. To him, her one visible eye had a look of passion in it and he wanted to exploit that passion even further. He was intrigued, as all of the other women were flocking and clinging to him sucking up to much just because of who he was...yet the sexiest woman in the whole place according to him was making him want to go to her. He took out a wad of hundred dollar bills and 'made it rain' by throwing them into the air...all of the women around him scrambled to catch some of the cash as he stumbled out of the fray of frenzied gold diggers. Rin knew that he was on her tail, so she posted up on a rail on the balcony. Young Pistolsmoke walked quickly to catch up to her.

"Psst.....hey.....psst! Lemme' holla atcha, lil' mama!"

"Why does everyone want to holler at me...can't you just talk to me normally? And I'm not your mother."

"Girl stop...you crazy! Lemme guess....you Japanese, ain't cha?"

"That's correct."

"Yeah buddy, I know my Asian chicks! Mmmm mmm....I love me some Japanese females....y'all got that good-good!!!! What yo' name is shawty?"

"My name...you can call me 'Assassin'. And who are you calling shorty? I'm just as tall as you are with these heels on."

"'Assassin'...I like dat! You got the swords and ninja stars and shit...that's tight! You a scripper?"

"No."

"C'mon now...that's scraight up a scripper name! I know a scripper when I see one! If you ain't no scripper, den why dey call you Assassin den?"

"Because I'm a professional killer."

"You right about dat lil' buddy...you killin' me with this ninja shit you got on! Allow me to introduce myself...I'm Young Pistolsmoke aka Smoke Dawg!!! Don't mind me baby...I'm a little fucked up right now, but I just had to rap a taste with you...you the baddest chick up in this bitch and I just had to let you know dat....dat's real talk!"

"Hmm...you know, I was thinking the same thing myself. I am pretty badass and I'm glad that you came over here...I was hoping that you would leave those other floozies alone and come and talk to me. I'm not impressed by your money or your fame...but I am impressed with you. But it's so loud out here, how about we go someplace quiet and...how did you say it...'rap a taste'?" Rin suggestively bites her lip and plays with her straw as she stirs the ice in her juice. She then took the pineapple slice garnished on the rim of the glass and seductively took a bite, letting the juices of the fruit wedge dribble down her chin a little.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeaah! That's what I'm talkin' bout! Let's slip out to my masta bedroom and really get this party started!"

"Lead the way, Smoke Dawg."

Rin holds out her gloved hand for Pistolsmoke to grab as they sneak off to his private bedroom virtually unnoticed. Once again, Rin is impressed that the seemingly uneducated thug rapper has such a plush and well put together master bedroom...the bedroom is almost as big as the room where all of the other people were dancing. The large custom made triple king sized bed sat in the middle of the room and faced a large flat screened high definition TV with a remote controled fireplace underneath it. The windows all looked out over Angel Falls and the room had all sorts of fancy and expensive furniture...the floors were marble and expensive paintings were along the walls. On one wall was his double platinum album framed next to a bunch of pictures of Pistolsmoke and several different celebrities ranging from other musicians, actors, a few superheroes and villains, and other notable people. Pistolsmoke had gone to a breakfast nook, where there was a small mound of cocaine next to a razor blade...he chopped out 5 lines and proceeded to snort two as Rin looked around his condo. Pistolsmoke offers some of his blow to Rin.

"Hey baby...you get down?"

"No thanks."

"Mo' fo' me den! Muthafuckashitgotdambitchass!!!! Whooooo-weeeee!!!!!" Pistolsmoke snorted the other three lines as he reacted to the numbing effect of the drugs.

"I hope you didn't bring me here just to make me watch you do lines of Coke." Rin sat her drink on a coaster located on top the nightstand and invitingly reclined on the huge bed. Pistolsmoke made his way over, first turning on the tv which has a porno of a well endowed Black man having doggy-styled sex with a petite Asian woman called "Black Cock In Bangkok".

"Hell naw...I just needed a pick me up...I can fuck all night when I got dat powda in me! And trust me...I'm definitely gonna put dis pipe deep up in you...you shot bolts through my heart when I seent you back dere! I especially love how you got half of yo' face hidden by your haircut...damn you sexy as hell!!!! I might have to put a ring on it if the cat is good...I'll bet you nice and tight too! But first...I feel like eatin' me some Teriyaki beef! You don't mind do you?"

"Go right ahead...I hope you're hungry."

"I'll eat through these draws to get to dat ass!"

Pistolsmoke took his shirt off and caressed Rin's thighs as he leaned in to smell her crotch area with a big drunken grin on his face....he laid prostrate from the foot of the bed as he positioned himself in between Rin's legs to orally please her. With heavy breath, he grabbed for her bikini bottoms and got ready to pull them down as he administered little wet kisses to her inner thigh. Rin went along with his advances as if she were really enjoying it, feigning heavy breath and light moaning. Just as he began to expose her nether regions she spoke out.

"I don't think you understood me earlier, Smoke."

"What you talkin' bout baby?"

"'Assassin' isn't just a nickname. I'm really a killer! Big Crunk sends you his regards!" Rin's voice returned to normal as she confessed her true intentions.

"What the fuck?!!!"

She quickly grabbed one of his arms and wrapped her legs tightly around his neck, placing him in a triangle choke hold. He began to cough and flail about and his eyes bulged wide as he struggled to free himself of her vice-like grip cutting off his air passages...Pistolsmoke's efforts quickly went from that of a frenzied panic to limp within a minute. Rin loosened her grip of the vicious chokehold and pushed the limp near-unconscious body of the rapper off of her as she rose to her feet.

"By the way...your music sucks."

She then paused for a second, focused her chi, then delivered an open palm attack to his chest...causing his heart to explode upon impact. Pistolsmoke's body violently spasmed and convulsed as his eyes rolled to the back of his head...one final lurch would be the last movements that we would make on his own accord as he finally came to a final resting position. Rin dragged the dead body of Pistolsmoke over to the counter to where he had consumed the cocaine and literally letting his body drop to the floor, his head slamming against the counter on the way down. She then placed more of the white power around his mouth and nose.

She scoped the entire room one last time to make sure that she didn't leave any traces of herself behind so as not to give forensics any leads on her being the assassin of Young Pistolsmoke. She grabbed her highball glass filled with the sweet pineapple juice that she had been sipping on and exited the room, and as not to draw any further suspicion she hung around the party for another half hour or so. Rin noticed that the bodyguards had begin to move with more purpose, as they had finally noticed that Young Pistolsmoke had been missing from the party for an extended amount of time...it was then where she decided that she would take her leave. She carefully crept back to the storage room which contained the freight elevator...and instead of take the elevator back down, she decided that she would slide down the laundry chute to get back to the ground level. After a quick ride to the bottom, she landed in a soft pile of soiled towels and sheets where her duffle bag that she sent down earlier awaited her. She flung the strap of her bag around her shoulder and quickly crept through the service area, peeking into the security room where the guard was still asleep in the same position that she left him in. She knew that the one guard was still outside...she plugged her ears after knocking over a giant rack that contained many metal shelves, which made a deafening resonating clang that could be heard from outside in the docking area, then ran and hid in the shadows not too far away from the door. The guard eventually came in, calling the name of the other guard that Rin had poisoned with the neurotoxin. He passed right by Rin as he went into the security office...in a split second Rin made her silent exit.
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The Next Morning 8:03 am

"Good morning, this is the Ch.4 Morning News....I'm Ted Youmans. Our top story this morning: Famed rapper, media mogul, and suspected drug trafficker Daqua'won "Young Pistolsmoke" Jenkins most famous for his controversial double platinum album "Sell Drugs, Get Money" was found late last night in his condominium penthouse in 5 Points dead from a drug overdose. Jenkins was having a party and was said to have gone missing in the midst of the party while heavily intoxicated. The trouble rap star was later found while the party was still going on in his bedroom on the floor next to a counter top, which contained a considerable amount of cocaine with severe trauma to his head from his collapse; early reports from the coroners are saying the cause of death is acute heart failure. Jenkins was 23 years old."

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-Rin Ikazuchi and Poison (mentioned) belongs to
-Young Pistolsmoke and Big Crunk were created specifically for this story by

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This here is a double whammy pic: first and foremost this is a belated B-Day gift to one of my best DA friends for just about as long as I've been here on DA (almost 4 years) of his deadly and sexy ninja assassin gal Rin Ikazuchi! He was ever so kind to render my OC Lt. Raina Hunter for my birthday back in April, so I decided to return the favor! I told him that I was gonna do a bikini pic for him, and I couldn't get the sexy image of Rin clad in a scandalous bikini doing some sexy ninja stuff...I hope he likes it! Knowing Rin's character, perhaps her bikini is a bit risque for her personality, but I couldn't resist turning up the sexy with the beautiful but deadly Japanese contract killer for hire here! This is also another entry for my Female OC Sexy Summertime Swimsuit Bikini Jammy Jam!!! Two targets...one slice!

While drawing the lines to this one, I thought that it would be cool to have a story to accompany this image as to why she would be dressed so provocatively, as although she's an assassin she's rather subdued and conservative. I got the idea that she could be going to some party to assassinate a crime boss, but that's too cliche...I got the idea of her going to some crazy ass rapper's party along the lines of Thugnificent from the Boondocks and I ran with it! I think that many of the mainstream rappers are absolutely ridiculous and it would be funny to put the otherwise serious Japanese beauty in such an environment for her next contract kill! So if you're wondering about all the grammatical mistakes....yeah, unless Rin's talking or it's the narrative of the story, it's supposed to be butchered to hell!

Another thing that I noticed is that in the group, things have gotten really heavy on the superpower side of things...Rin and Poison are awesome villains that don't need superpowers. Seeing them go up against Soviet Superwoman, Walkiria, and the other megapowered bad girls of Angel Falls don't really do them much justice...I wanted to put Rin in a situation to where she's functioning within her element of being a world class assassin with NO superpowers at all! (Okay, I did make her use an exploding heart technique, but that's it! ) I hope I did her justice in this story!

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