Part Three, Zero, Four

"I might be old but I'm not dead. They nearly killed my grandson. I am going to assist you or I will go around you. Take your pick, youngling." Mai said, staring at Jiang.

"I would be most honored to have your help, Ms. Mai." Jiang replied.

"Good. Let us hunt."

The male members of the organization moved to get out of the women's way. No one wanted to piss off Jiang and only one person, still living, had ever managed to survive annoying Ms. Mai.

"We have two targets. Two opportunities. Which do you think will crack first?" Mai asked.

Jiang looked at the two men left in their care and nodded at the one on the left. "Him."

"Agreed." Mai wasted no time – her knife skills were still razor sharp and she made no attempt not to splash the prisoner on the right with his buddy's life's blood. She waited, patiently, as the man's life ebbed from him in a noisy process – it wasn't like slaughtering sheep – and when the man finally settled into death, she turned to the survivor. "Talk. Or not, I could care less."

He did.

Once Jiang was certain they had all the information they could possibly get out of their prisoner, she slipped behind him and pushed her thin, flat blade into his brainstem. It was a quick death. Certainly more expedient than his friend's demise, and not as sloppy, but she also doubted that he ever knew what hit him before he died.

She stepped outside and motioned to her clean-up team. They would dispose of the bodies and the evidence there had been anything amiss in the small warehouse, while she and Mai put in their customary appearance in the farmer's market. After all, it was a lovely day and it would only be natural for a grand-daughter to accompany her grandmother to market.