The two casually dressed men dropped Mandy on the leather coach in the back office of the club

The two casually dressed men dropped Mandy on the leather coach in the back office of the club. The room seemed elegantly decorated, but it didn't take an expert to see that much of the furniture was particle board imitations.

The heavier of the two placed her arms across her chest so she would look a bit more dignified. He said nervously, "I think she's still breathing, Quinn."

The smaller one laughed, stretching out his thin face. "Not for fucking much longer."

Bruce rolled his eyes at his insensitivity.

Mandy's breathing became louder and more horse. Blood tricked out of her mouth. Bruce looked up and down her body. "Such a waste."

Quinn smiled. "Doesn't fucking have to be."

He sat down at the edge of the coach and slid his hand along her boot until he reached her knee. Continuing up her thighs, he squeezed them and noticed that they seemed to be solid muscle. He looked at Bruce, who was across the room trying to stay as far away from the disgusting display as possible. "Holy Fucking. She must have been strong." His smiled revealing the gaps in his teeth.

Finally, he reached the hem of her skirt, when suddenly Bruce shouted, "Watch out!" Quinn glanced back at him, angry at the interruption.

At that moment he felt a crushing blow to the back of his head that rattled his teeth and sent him into the floor.

Before Bruce could react an ashtray spun through the air striking him on the forehead.

By the time Quinn had stood back up Mandy was already standing in the middle of the room with her back to him. He reached out and grabbed her arm, yelling, "Aren't you fucking dead!"

Mandy spun around, wrenching his arm, and, as fast as lighting, poked him with two fingers on three spots on his chest and one spot on his neck. He felt his entire body go limp. Just as he was about to fall to the ground Mandy caught him by his throat.

Feeling the full weight of his body crushing his esophagus, he managed to gasp, "Fuck--ing."

Mandy dropped him to the ground and in one movement grabbed a fountain pen from the table and stabbed it into Bruce's chest, as he was coming up behind her. A slight gurgling was heard as his last breath escaped his lungs.

Quinn with in a crumple on the floor with his legs folded uncomfortably under his body. Unable to move anything but his head, stared up in shock. "How come you are still fucking alive?"

Mandy looked down at him. "I knew your wine was poisoned. Your goons need to learn how to keep a straight face."

"You fucking drank it! There was enough poison in that wine to fucking kill you four times over."

"Tell him, Grim."

From behind Mandy a tall, dark figure approached. His long dark cloak contrasted with his pale, skull-like face. Looking closer, he realized his face was a skull. Quinn gasped, "The Grim fucking Reaper."

In a friendly Jamaican accent the Reaper replied, "Nice to meeting you too, Quinn."

Mandy rolled her eyes impatiently. "Tell him."

Grim stuttered. "Well, the thing is, Mandy's time had come quite a while ago, but I never got around to taking her soul."

"So she can't die? What's so fucking special about her?"

"Um...," Grim stuttered, again.

Mandy interrupted, "You may have noticed, I always get what I fucking want." She mocked his tone of voice. Turning to Grim, said asked, "Did you see what he was doing?"

Grim replied nervously, "Well, yea..."

Before he could finish, Mandy said, "Weren't you going to do something about it?"

"I...," Grim was about to explain that he used his power to bring her back early, but it seemed too much like boasting.

Before he could make a final decision about telling her, she interrupted again. Angrily she said, "Take this pervert and introduce him to our mutual friend. They can be play mates."

Grim looked fearful. "Are you sure you want to do that. It will only make him worse then he already is."

Mandy looked down at Quinn and noticed he was looking up her skirt from the floor. She lifted up her foot and said, with a hint of pleasure in her voice, "I know. They can play pirate." She stabbed her heel into his eye socket.

After Grim had taken the screaming man away, Mandy turned to the computer and quickly started installation of a program downloaded from her personal website. She had move quickly to click Allow many times before someone came to investigate the screaming.

Just as she finished she heard someone knocking at the door and yell, "What's going on in there!"

Mandy opened the door part way, but stayed behind it. When the person on the other side tried to slip through she used her weight to slam the door into him repeatedly until he stopped resisting.

Without pausing she left the room and ran down the hallway, pushing past Jacque and a bunch of his people who stared in disbelief. They all started talking at once before Jacque shouted, "Capture her!"

Most of them went after her, but two went the other way until Jacque grabbed both of them by their collars and angrily asked, "Vice, Gino, where do you think you are going?"

Gino replied, in a questioning tone, "We are going to get the guns?"

Jacque yanked on their collars. "No guns. I know her. You bring guns and she'll steal one and shoot up the whole place and you with it." He pushed them in the direction that Mandy went. "Go get the bouncers to take care of her."