Chapter 5: Clean up Nightmare

"A meat packing plant?" Bayard glanced at the paper in his hand making sure that he had the correct address. His targets were a bunch of street punks, so a partner seemed unnecessary, but the Triad wanted to protect its interests, perfectly understandable. He was not opposed to help; his partner was someone named Sawyer, and admittedly he was a little thrown by the smell of the meat in the air. Why would an assassin work at a meat packing plant? He could tell that it was not going to be an ordinary day. He entered the building and was immediately assaulted by the intense scent of blood and flesh; the staff ignored him as he made his way toward the back of the factory. Although the site of dead animals hanging upside down was a little grotesque, he couldn't help feeling a little hungry. "Hello?" heard a whirring noise coming from the back of the building. He knocked on the door loudly "Hello, Sawyer?"

"Please wait right there, I will be right out." A raspy feminine voice whispered. The young man waited patiently as the whirring started again, definitely not a normal night. He heard gross squishing sounds coming from behind the door; he felt sympathy for the poor animal that was being butchered. "I am ready." He jumped slightly at the voice in his ear. He turned around and smiled politely. "My name is Frederica Sawyer, it is a pleasure." She shook his hand and gave a slight smile. She wore a striped black and purple outfit and had an odd little choker around her neck. What really stood out was the large metal object in a leather holster around her back. "We shall go in my car." She led him out to the parking lot to a small black sedan. She stuffed her large object into the back seat.

"You're a contract killer?" He asked getting into the passenger's seat.

"Yes."

"So, where is your gun?" She responded with a raspy giggle and started the car. He felt a shiver down his spine when he saw her smile. He sat in awkward silence unable to think of anything to say. He looked out the window to watch the city go by. The neon signs were a blur at the speed the car was going, coming together in sickly pale glowing stream. They were heading toward the worst part of town judging by all of the cheap strip clubs and bars they were passing. "Ms. Frederica…"

"Just Sawyer"

"Sawyer, where are we heading anyway?" He asked

"The gang has been seen around this area. It is safe to assume that their hideout is around here. We are going to extract information from the local riffraff. It shouldn't be too hard." She rasped out. She parked in front of a bar labeled "Chet's." Sawyer retrieved her object from the back seat and removed it from its holster. Bayard's eyes widened as he saw that it was a chainsaw. "This is my gun." He noticed the choker vibrate as she spoke. He eyed the device curiously. "It is an ultra voice; that is why I speak this way."

"And the chainsaw?"

"I am often hired when an example needs to be made of Mr. Chang's enemies because of this preference. I enjoy the feel of my chainsaw tearing into my enemies." Bayard smiled good naturedly

"Whatever works for you." The pair entered the bar and strode up to the counter. The entire bar went silent. The drinkers eyed them maliciously. Bayard liked the feel of the Yellow Flag much better than this place. He smiled at the man behind the counter. "Bartender, we are looking for the gang that has been robbing Hotel Moscow."

"I ain't telling you shit." The man spat

"I thought as much." He pulled a gun from its holster that he was concealing under his trench coat and fired it into the air. His smiled vanished and was replaced by a slight frown. He would have to stop being nice. "Wanna try that again asshole? Any of you scumbags know where they are?" The other bar patrons readied their guns. He heard the click of a hammer. On instinct he turned and fired nailing the man directly behind him in the arm. "Sawyer, if you please."

"Sure thing." The Goth girl revved up her chainsaw's engine. The machine howled like a bloodthirsty demon as Sawyer's expression changed. Bayard beheld the metamorphosis in awe. The girl now had a feral grin on her face. "Your blood or their blood……make a choice."

"A…alright. Their hideout is at the end of the street." The bartender trembled underneath the ghost woman's gaze.

"Do I even need to tell you not to follow us?"

"We got those Guks good last night, boys." The thug passed his friend a beer. They were surprised how easy it was to rob the stores under mob protection. If it was this easy, they could take over the entire city in no time. Words like consequence and punishment were the farthest things from their minds. Their fun was interrupted by the sound of a murderous motor as their door was chopped in half. A young man in a trench coat entered followed by a young girl with a large chainsaw. "What the fuck is this?" The leader demanded as if he had the right to demand anything.

"We are here to kill all of you. You pushed your luck with Hotel Moscow and the Triad too far." Bayard replied

"What? You think you can fuck with us? You are just some mafia lapdog." The punk sneered arrogantly. The leader reached for the gun on his belt. He barely got his hand onto the weapon before a bullet forced its way through his skull; the man's body fell limply to the ground as blood leaked onto the floor.

"That was it? What a slow draw." The other street thugs stared in awe at the speed with which her drew and fired; they blinked and it was over. In their drunken scared stupor they failed to realize that they should be defending themselves. Three more of the thugs were met with similar fates as their leader leaving only one alive. He breathed a sigh of relief when the stranger put away the gun. He stood up and walked over to them with his hands in the air. "What are you so relieved about? She gets to have you." He pointed to Sawyer. Her smile showed even more bloodlust than before. The thug screamed in pain as a bullet blasted his leg apart. He collapsed to the ground. Bayard slowly dragged the fallen gangster, using the term gangster loosely, outside.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Shut up." He had dragged the scumbag into the middle of the street. He fired a round into the air, this time to attract the attention of all the passersby. The civilians gawked at the spectacle, some in horror, some in amusement, and others in pure morbid curiosity. "This is what happens to people who fuck with the balance of Roanapur. Remember that you only exist because the powers that be allow you to. This thug thought it was funny to steal from Balalaika. My lady friend here will demonstrate what happens when your sense of humor sucks. Sawyer."

"With pleasure." The Goth dug the biting end of her chainsaw into her victims left arm. He screamed in pure agony as the hungry blade ripped his arm off. Blood began to run into the pavement. "Your bullet wound doesn't hurt you so much now." She dug the blade into his other limbs eliciting more delicious screams of pain and terror from her victim's mouth. She licked her lips as the last limb was severed. The man's lower lip trembled as his blood seeped out; he wouldn't last much longer. Sawyer quickly severed his head while he was still alive. The thug felt pain for the remaining seconds for his life. Blood, gore, and limbs now filled the street. Bayard was unable to look away from the gruesome sight. He clutched his stomach lightly as he felt it churn just a little bit. "What do you think of my work, Bayard?"

"Just…….fuck. You are very good at what you do, but just……..fuck."

"Rock, you want pepperoni?" Revy asked

"Hm?"

"I'm ordering pizza dumbass, like I told you five seconds ago. Jeez, what's with you? You've been in a stupor all day." The gunman cocked an eyebrow

"I've just been thinking." He replied lazily

"Thinking about what?"

"Just random thoughts I need to sort out." The business man didn't want to tell her what was really on his mind. He was thinking about waking up next to her. He was thinking about how nice it felt to have her body next to his. He was thinking about how annoying it was to have clothes separating their bodies from each other. Most of all, he was thinking of her writhing underneath him in pleasure. The sexual thoughts running through his mind were incredibly vivid, every position his mind could fathom. No one could really blame him could they? Anyone who took one look at Revy would understand. She displayed her sexuality without meaning to; she dressed that way without any intentions of flaunting her body. It was hot in Roanapur, so she wore the booty shorts and tank top. She was a fucking tease without being a tease and anyone who mistook her for a whore would be severely punished. Even though her clothes didn't leave much to the imagination, he couldn't help but imagine. Of course these thoughts would stay in his mind where they belonged.

"What do you want on the pizza, for the third time?"

"Mushroom."

"I'm guessing you don't just slaughter cows at your plant." Bayard looked at Sawyer questioningly from the passenger's seat.

"I am known as Sawyer the Cleaner. It is my job to dispose of all the rotten meat that the customer wants gone." The Goth girl replied

"What's your boss like?"

"Mr. Chang has a very interesting personality, particularly his sense of humor. You'll meet him soon enough."

"There is my hotel, Sawyer." The cleaner pulled over the car. Bayard extended his hand to her and she shook it again. He gave her a smile before exiting the car. "It was nice working with you. Your methods certainly are effective."

"Goodbye Bayard. I hope that we can work together again in the future." She rasped driving away. Sawyer returned home to find Rotton and Shenhua sitting on the couch watching a movie.

"Welcome home Sawyer." Rotton smiled

"We watching The Shining. Want to join?" Shenhua asked

"No thank you, I'm tired from work."

"Oh yeah, you work with new kid today. How it go?"

"He was very pleasant and not uncomfortable around my chainsaw." The Goth replied thoughtfully.

"He is cute?" The Taiwanese assassin teased

"I guess. Goodnight." She yawned and trudged to her room. The two went back to watching Jack Nickelson slowly lose his mind. It had just reached the part where he was talking to the ghost bartender about his family.

"This very good performance."

"Shenhua, I'm surprised. Usually you don't like scary movies like this." The wizard commented

"It okay here. If I get scared, handsome wizard Rotton can protect me."

"A…as you say milady."

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AUTHOR NOTE: I couldn't resist giving Rotton and Shenhua an appearance; I like those two a lot. I realize that Sawyer's voice loses some intimidation in written form, but I think I captured her personality pretty well. It seems like I am gearing it toward Sawyer/OC pairing, but that was not planned. It just kind of happens, but I might go through with it if you want. Let me know. I did purposely put hints of Shenhua/Rotton because I think they go well together. Don't worry, you will be seeing more of the Lagoon crew from now on, I just had to establish Bayard more.

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