Author's Note: This part introduces the non Charlie's Angels/Kill Bill characters. The only character from CA that's in this chapter is Seamus.

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A Dish Best Served Cold

Irishmen, Yakuza, and Lawyers: Oh My!

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If there was one thing Alexander Ozawa knew more than anything, it was an ambush. Fortunately, there wasn't one at the moment. Alexander was in his early forties, with shoulder-length dark hair and cold brown eyes. He wore black pants and a dark collarless shirt with a black jacket. 

He stared out the window at the large mansion that he was now pulling up to. He was in the back of a limousine with two bodyguards. The first, Chu, had a shaved head, and was casually holding a sheathed short sword in one hand. The other, Bushido, and Ozawa's most loyal worker, held no weapons, but the Yakuza boss knew that he didn't need any.

Bushido was in his thirties, with spiky hair, brown eyes, and a very neatly trimmed beard. He, along with Chu, wore similar attire to Ozawa.

"We're here," the Asian driver stated to Ozawa as the vehicle stopped moving. Ozawa nodded before Bushido and Chu got out first, with their boss following afterwards. Walking up to the front of the mansion they noticed two men with guns guarding the door. They neared the door and the men nodded before opening it and allowing the trio to step inside, before following.

"This way," one of the guards said, leading the two down a hall to a pair of double doors before pushing them open. Inside was a rather large office room, with a large table, several chairs, and several weapons hanging from the walls.

"Ozawa, it's a pleasure to meet you at last," said the man sitting at the end of the table. He was in his early forties with black hair. He wore an expensive looking suit. Ozawa smiled.

"The pleasure is mine, Pierce," he replied as he walked up to Nathaniel Pierce and shook his head. Pierce was one of the most well known lawyers in the city; he was also a very dangerous man, who had several tie-ins with drug lords and mafia bosses, such as Ozawa.

"Well, once our third party arrives we can get down to business," Nathaniel said after a moment before sitting down again, Ozawa also finding a seat. Chu and Bushido, however, did not; instead they looked at the other man in the room.

He sat on a desk next to the window, one leg propped up as he stared out into the night sky. He was a young man, in his late twenties, with black hair and brown eyes. He had a rather rugged-looking appearance, and, like Bushido, had a neatly trimmed beard and moustache. He turned his head and looked at the three newcomers with boredom, and at the same time, caution and hostility.

"Oh sorry, where are my manners?" Nathaniel pointed to the young man sitting on the desk. "This is Darren; he's in charge of my security and my personal bodyguard." Darren nodded in Ozawa'a direction, who nodded back.

Then, they all heard the front doors open. After a moment Seamus O'Grady entered, with two men behind him, one larger and buffer than the other.

"Ah, it's good that you've joined us, Mr. O'Grady," Ozawa said after a moment, and everyone could hear the bitterness dripping from his voice as Seamus pulled up a seat and sat down, wearing a grin.

Nathaniel glanced at Darren and the others. "You all should got outside and wait while the three of us discuss business." Darren nodded before standing up. Walking over to the table he grabbed the sheathed samurai sword that was laying on it before walking out. Seamus and Ozawa also motioned to their bodyguards, who walked out of the room also.

Once they were gone the other three got themselves comfortable. "So…how were your trips," Nathaniel asked, breaking the silence. The other two muttered their replies.

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The bodyguards all got comfortable out in one of the living rooms, with the exception of Darren, who leaned in one of the corners while standing, closing his eyes and shutting out everyone else in the room.

Bushido gazed at the man with a curious expression. There was something about him that made the Asian assassin uneasy. The way he moved, it was the way of a professional killer, but something wasn't right. Bushido also noticed a scar that ran across his face.

"They were trying to get information out of me," Darren suddenly said aloud, as if he had read the Asian's thoughts, speaking in a British accent. "They also cut me."

One of Seamus' guards smirked. "Looks like you got off light."

For a moment Darren did nothing, he just lightly glared at the guard. Then, he moved his hands up to the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning it before pushing it off along with his coat, revealing his slim, but well-muscled upper-body…which was also covered with scars. The other guards' eyes widened as they saw the various scars covering his chest and back. After a moment Darren reached over and slid his coat and shirt back on, re-buttoning the shirt. "Each one was made with a different bladed weapon," Darren explained darkly.

Seamus' buff guard held up his hands in mock exasperation. "Ohhh, well excuse us. I've seen much worse."  

At this, Darren arched an eyebrow. "Where, in the mirror," he asked in a dead serious tone. Almost instantly everyone else started snickering, except for Bushido, who simply smirked. The guard was not amused however, and in two powerful strides he was right in front of Darren, and swung his fist, which was almost the size of a basketball, at his head.

Darren, without even batting an eye, dodged to the left, before slamming his fist into the guard's throat. As the man stumbled backwards, making gurgling sounds and clutching his throat, which was already starting to turn purple, Darren spun and lashed out with a reverse roundhouse kick, striking him in the jaw and knocking him to the ground.

Instantly Seamus' other guard rushed in and attacked.

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"What was that," Seamus asked as the three heard the loud thumping noise coming from the other room.

"Oh, I'm sure it was just our workers getting to know each other," Nathaniel said matter-of-factly.

"Should we go and intervene," Ozawa asked, and the other two looked at him as if he had sprouted another head. "Okay, I guess not."

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Darren, with an almost bored expression, blocked every punch and kick delivered by the other guard. Chu and Bushido just watched with amused expressions; Bushido in particular, was watching the way Darren fought. He was patient, precise, and totally calm. He was also toying with the guard, and could have finished him off by that point.

Finally, Darren blocked one punch before suddenly backflipping away, and both of his boots smashed into the guard's face, blood erupting from his mouth as he stumbled back. Before he could recover, Darren leapt foreword and slammed both of his feet into the guard's chest, knocking him into the wall, where he slumped to the floor.

Darren leapt to his feet and straightened out his clothes. Chu clapped, while Bushido remained quiet for a moment before stating, "Impressive." Darren nodded in response before sitting down, as both of the guards slowly started to recover from his attack.

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"Well, if we make the delivery at this dock," Nathaniel explained, pointing to a spot on the map on the table. "We won't have to worry about cops. That dock is practically abandoned."

Ozawa and Seamus nodded. "So, the only ones who might, in fact mess up this delivery would be his ex and her little friends," Nathaniel finished, pointing to Seamus, who chuckled.

Ozawa raised an eyebrow in response. "Who?"

"You remember that Charlie fellow I told you about," Nathaniel asked, and Ozawa nodded his head 'yes'. "His ex, Dylan-"

"Helen."

Nathaniel rolled his eyes before glaring at the Irishman. "Helen," he muttered, and Seamus nodded, causing Nathaniel to roll his eyes again. "And her two friends work for him." Nathaniel sat back in his seat, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before bringing it up to his lips. "A bunch of bitches who take orders from a speaker box. What the fuck is the world coming to?"

The Yakuza boss shrugged in response before standing up. "Well, I should probably go. I'll call if anything comes up." He turned and left, with Seamus following afterwards.

Ozawa left first. Seamus had to wait while his guards recovered from their fight with Darren before they limped out, Seamus shaking his head in disgust after them.

"Well Darren, I'll call you if I need your help," Nathaniel said after a moment. Darren nodded before grabbing his sword and walking out of the mansion. When he was gone Nathaniel looked at the map on the table. He smirked.

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Darren slowly entered the dark complex of his apartment, not turning on the lights as he took off his coat and set it on a chair in the room, as well as placing his sword on the table.

Then he heard a noise coming from the couch and he walked over and looked.

Instantly, the cold expression that he had held when he had been at the mansion disappeared, and his features softened. Lying on the couch was a young woman, a few years younger than him. She was clad in a t-shirt and blue jeans. She had shoulder-length dark brown hair with a few blonde streaks in it. She was incredibly beautiful, and from the looks of it, she had been waiting for him and had ended up falling asleep on the couch.

She suddenly stirred, her eyes partially opening. "Darren…?"

Instantly Darren reached down. "Shhh, shhh, shhh," he whispered, as he reached under her back and knees, gently picking her up. "Go back to sleep, Katherine." She slightly nodded and snuggled up against him as he carried her into the bedroom. He set her down on the bed before kicking off his boots and sliding his shirt off. Getting into the bed with her, he smiled as she curled up next to him, wrapping her slender arms around him.

"You're late again," she murmured after a moment, not opening her eyes.

:"I know. I'm sorry," he whispered in response before leaning down and tenderly kissing her forehead, causing her to smile. "I love you," he then whispered.

"I love you too," she replied before closing her eyes and resting her head next to his. For a while he stayed awake, just watching as she slept peacefully in his arms, before sleep won out, and he closed his eyes.

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"I don't trust him."

Ozawa looked at Bushido with a raised eyebrow. "I know you don't. I admit myself; there is something about Nathaniel that makes me uneasy."

Bushido shook his head. "I'm talking about his bodyguard, Darren." At this, the Yakuza boss raised an eyebrow, and Bushido sighed. "Look, all I'm saying is if he looks at me weird even ONCE, and I'll slit his throat open."

Ozawa opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped and simply shrugged. "Fine, just try not to do anything that would get all of us killed."

Bushido nodded. "Don't worry. If he does anything suspicious, I'll just do what I always do."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Ozawa muttered under his breath.