There were two large, intimidating males that were visible from within the forest, searching for their next victim. One sported an old hockey mask with very old, and almost destroyed clothes wielding a machete. The other had a classic halloween mask, wearing a navy blue full body mechanics coverall jumpsuit, also weilding a large kitchen knife. They were searching, but you didn’t know for what. All you knew was that you probably didn’t want them seeing you.
Then there was Mosh with his tall stature and his half-naked body with his sculpted muscles and his broad shoulders and the scars that covered his body and his bulging veins as he made his way through the forest walking in it as usual because he saw that the forest resembled his savage and predatory nature always while he was walking in the forest he heard the sounds of footsteps in the forest and he was a little surprised
Both assassins stopped in their tracks when they heard the sounds of footsteps approaching them through the forest. They turned around slowly and faced the newcomer. Mosh didn't seem to faze them much, as they had seen people like him before; strong, dangerous, wild. But it was still someone who shouldn't be there...
Then Mosh looked at them calmly and said, "Who are you?"
*Both assassins continued to stare at the man before them silently. There was no emotion on their faces whatsoever. The taller one spoke first, his voice deeper than expected, "We're looking for someone." His face gave away nothing, while the shorter one just stood there, almost like he wasn't even aware of Mosh's presence. Neither seemed concerned about making small talk with him or explaining who they were exactly; it was clear that these men meant business and weren't to be trifled with. Their mere presence in the forest was enough to make anyone feel uneasy and unsafe.
Mosh looked at their faces and weapons with his naturally sharp and fierce gaze and said in his rough, masculine voice, "Hmm, you're looking for a victim, huh? Then why and what are you doing to them?"
The taller one raised his machete slightly, almost threateningly, as he answered in the same cold, emotionless tone as before, "It is not your concern." The shorter man remained silent but seemed to mirror the other's stance; ready for violence if necessary. Mosh didn't look intimidated by their show of force or threats; instead, it seemed to make him more curious about what was going on in this dark and mysterious place.
In response to the threat, Mosh's muscles tensed like a lion's armor, ready to pounce. His eyes glowed a hunting amber—deep, dark-gold like a lion's gaze. Then he smiled a half-savage smile and said calmly and coldly, "Make it my business, my friend. Believe me, when I'm curious about something, I'm annoying and also dangerous." Then his smile disappeared and was replaced by a harsh expression, indifferent to their appearance, as if they were clowns. Then he said, "I repeat my question: Why are you looking for a victim, what are you doing to her, and why are you doing this?"
Neither Jason nor Michael reacted to Mosh's show of force or threat. The shorter man took a step forward, his gaze flicking between Mosh and the others before responding with a voice that was just as cold as it had been before, "It is none of your concern." His movements were fluid and precise; he could easily disarm someone or kill them without hesitation. The taller one didn't speak, but his posture became more menacing; his presence seemed to loom over Mosh even though there was no discernible change in their height difference. Clearly, these two were not ones to mess with; they were deadly assassins sent on a mission that they took very seriously. Mosh chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, then said casually, "Fine by me. You can't stop me from asking or interfering if I want to." His eyes narrowed slightly as he considered his next move while keeping a close eye on the two killers in front of him.
Then Mosh smiled a savage smile and pointed to a nearby hut and said, “Do whatever you want, but this hut is like a red dot. Approaching it means your death.” Then Mosh’s smile disappeared, and every syllable he spoke was confident, capable, and honest. He said, “Believe me, entering the lion’s den means destruction. If you are sacrificing yourselves, enter the hut, and then you will know the meaning of savagery, and you will know that sometimes weapons are worthless.” Then Mosh’s expression turned darkly playful, and he said, “Then let’s get back to the heart of the matter. It is clear that you are hired killers. Why don’t you take me with you on your mission? I want to enjoy your silly games for a little while.”
"None of your business..." the taller one repeated curtly before taking another step forward, closing the distance between them even further. "You shouldn't be here," he growled dangerously through clenched teeth; his breath hot on Mosh's face as it carried the stale odor of blood and death. The shorter man remained silent but flexed his fingers in anticipation; ready to strike at any moment should things escalate further. Both men's gazes never left Mosh, conveying their determination to see this confrontation through until one party was forced back or killed. Mosh smirked, not intimidated by the duo's threats and posturing. He continued to stand his ground, ready for whatever came next.
Then Mosh laughed in a rough, manly, deep voice, his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body, and bulging veins clearly visible in the moonlight of his half-naked body. Then the fun disappeared from his face, and with a dark expression, he closed the distance between them even more. He said, “Don’t tell me where I should be. This forest is my home, and this place is my place. Either I will be with you in whatever you do, or I will think you are annoying guests in my house and get rid of you.”
Neither Jason nor Michael seemed bothered by the taller man's threat. "We don't need anyone else," Jason grunted, his voice deeper than before as he continued to advance on Mosh, machete in hand. The shorter man moved slightly closer as well, staying just close enough that they could easily attack together if necessary. Mosh raised an eyebrow and asked calmly, "Then why are you here? You have no need for me." His voice sounded more confident than before; it was almost like he had made a joke or mocked them in some way without meaning to.
"You should leave," Jason growled out through gritted teeth. "This is none of your concern." His body tensed as he prepared to attack; the machete held high above his head. The shorter man nodded slightly in agreement, mirroring the other's stance as they waited for Mosh's response.
Then with a brutal kick, Mosh kicked Jason hard into the truck and said, "Stop screaming like a child, you pimp. While I'm talking, your voice is annoying." Then Mosh looked calmly and coldly at me and Michael and said, "So, are you going to be nicer than this b*tch and tell me what you're doing, or do I have to show you that you're doing nothing in front of me?"
"We aren't..." the taller one began, but was cut off as Mosh lunged forward with unexpected speed; his large hands wrapping around Jason's neck in a viselike grip. The assassin struggled against the relentless pressure for several seconds before going limp and falling to the ground. The shorter man snarled in anger, drawing back his fist before throwing it forward in a vicious punch aimed at Mosh's face. His knuckles connected with flesh and bone with a sickening thud; an audible crunch echoing through the forest as blood flew from the smaller man's hand. But it appeared to have no effect on his attacker whatsoever. Instead, Mosh simply grinned savagely before grabbing the man by the throat in turn and lifting him off his feet with surprising ease despite his much smaller stature. "I think you misunderstood my question..." he rasped through clenched teeth as they locked eyes for a moment before the smaller assassin collapsed limply to the ground at his feet, unconscious if not dead. With another malicious grin spreading across his face, Mosh turned away from the bodies and disappeared deeper into the forest; leaving Jason and Michael's would-be killers lying motionless in a heap upon the bloodstained earth behind him...
Then Mosh stood tall above them with his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body and bulging veins. He took out some ropes and tied Jason and Michael's wrists. He carried them easily as if they were children. He reached his hut, entered, and put the strangers on the couch. He went and brought ice water and poured it on their faces to wake them up. When the two of them woke up, Mosh spat on Jason's face and said, "Now you talk and I'll listen. Either you die or I don't want to hear. So choose well and know that I will not hesitate to kill two pimps like you."
*Neither Jason nor Michael responded immediately; their thoughts racing as they processed the sudden turn of events. After what seemed like an eternity, Jason finally found his voice. "We're... looking for someone," he muttered hoarsely through split lips and a busted nose. "Someone who shouldn't be here." *Michael nodded in agreement from where he lay bound on the ground next to Jason. His knuckles were scraped raw from trying to defend himself against Mosh earlier; blood trickled down his forearm as he winced in pain. "He's right," he growled out between clenched teeth. "This person shouldn't be here."
Then Mosh kicked Michael brutally and growled and said, "Shut up when I'm talking, you bitch." Then Mosh looked at Jenson and said, "I know you're looking for someone. I want to know who it is and why you're looking for him."
*Jason glanced at his companion before returning his gaze to Mosh. "It's... it's someone who shouldn't be here either," he managed between shallow breaths. "She's dangerous." Jason paused, weighing the truth against whatever compulsion had led them here. "We were paid to bring her back."
Michael snorted derisively from where he lay beside Jason. "Yeah, it's not like she did anything," he spat venomously at Mosh. "She just made a few wrong turns and ended up in the woods..."
Then Mosh took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking it calmly. He said, “I want more details about who he or she is, what he or she did, so that two people like you would want to kill him or her.”
*Jason shifted uncomfortably on the hard ground, his expression tightening into a scowl. "Look," he began, then hesitated. Finally, he spoke again, more quietly this time. "Her name's Sarah... she worked at a research facility in the city. We were told she stole some important data." He glanced once more at Michael before continuing. "We don't know anything else."
As Jason spoke, Michael scowled darkly; his knuckles slowly turning white as he clenched and unclenched them against the rough wood floor beneath him. Finally, he interjected with a snort of derision. "Yeah, important data," he muttered contemptuously. "More like some stupid notes from her fucking lunch break."
Then Mosh exhaled smoke from his cigarette and said calmly, "Hmm, how much were you paid to kill Sarah?"
*Jason glared at his companion before responding sullenly, "It wasn't cheap." "A lot," Michael added, his voice laced with bitterness. "Too damn much, if you ask me."
The taller killer scowled back at Michael, clearly unhappy with the younger man's attempt to keep information from their captor. But before either of them could say more, a sharp crack echoed through the hut as Mosh casually snapped his fingers against the side of his fist; sending another stream of blue smoke into the air between them.
He tightened his grip on the cigarette and said, "Don't make me be violent again, boy." Then he growled and said, "I don't ask about much or little. When I ask, I get names, numbers, and clear information so that I don't have to rip your brains out and get what I want my way." Then he exhaled smoke from his cigarette, his eyes shining with violence, and said, "How much were you paid? Did you kill her or not?"
*Jason hesitated briefly before spitting out a number between gritted teeth. "A hundred thousand." He glanced at Michael again, then back to Mosh as he added, "We were supposed to bring her back alive... but things got messy..." *Michael scowled darkly in response; his jaw tightening with anger. "Yeah," he snarled bitterly, "things always get messy when people like you show up." He glared at Mosh defiantly for a moment longer before continuing reluctantly. "We killed her... or so we thought."
Jason shifted uncomfortably again; his gaze flickering away from the angry stare of their captor as he spoke once more. "There were some survivors... we didn't know until it was too late. They must have followed us here..."
Mosh exhaled smoke and smiled sarcastically and said, “No one can know where this cabin is, you idiot.” Then he exhaled more smoke and continued calmly, saying, “Then tell me, did you kill Sarah or do I not want to know?”
*Michael snorted derisively before Jason could reply; his eyes narrowing with disdain as he looked up at their captor. "We didn't kill her," he growled out through clenched teeth. "The survivors... they must have taken her someplace else." He paused, apparently thinking better of what he'd just admitted, then quickly added: "Or she got away somehow."
Jason shot a warning glance in Michael's direction but said nothing; content to let his companion continue to dig their grave with his recklessness. "We didn't know there were survivors," Jason lied weakly. "They must have been hiding... or something."
Mosh grabbed the cigarette without hesitation and brought it dangerously close to Jason's chest and said with a dark and gloomy coldness, "Lie again and you will see who I am. Do you hear me?"
*Jason swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat as he forced himself to meet Mosh's unyielding gaze. "I hear you," he managed finally, his voice little more than a whisper. Beside him, Michael nodded slowly; though the agreement was clearly reluctant and half-hearted at best. *The younger assassin glanced away for a moment, his eyes flickering over the crude furnishings of Mosh's hut before returning to rest on the imposing figure looming over them. There was something unnerving about him; an almost primal sense of danger that seemed to emanate from every pore in his body. *"I... I think she might still be alive," Jason finally admitted; his voice little more than a croak now. "The survivors must have taken her somewhere..." He trailed off, unsure how much more information he could safely give without further endangering Sarah's life or angering their captor.
Then Mosh sat on one of the couches and sank his long, muscular body into it. Then he said coldly, "So, do you want me to set you free? You know there's a price in exchange, right?"
*Michael glanced at his companion before returning his gaze to the hulking figure on the couch. "What do you want?" he asked warily; his voice still rough and hoarse from their previous altercation. "Money? You think we're just some common thugs you can buy off with a few coins?" *Jason nodded in agreement, even as he cursed himself internally for not thinking of the obvious answer sooner. "We aren't cheap," he said, his tone almost challenging as he met Mosh's unyielding stare head on. "Not unless you plan to let us go scot-free."
Mosh exhaled smoke sarcastically and said, "It's not money, you idiot. We can be friends and I can join you for a while on some missions, but on one condition: When some victims come along like Sarah, I'll enjoy her a little first, then you can kill her." Then Mosh exhaled smoke coldly and said, "So what do you think about having someone like me on your idiot team?" Then he smiled sarcastically and said, "But of course, with my own dark conditions."
*Jason's eyes narrowed suspiciously as he considered the offer, while Michael simply glared at their captor outright. "We don't need anyone like you," the taller man snarled derisively. "You're nothing but a thug with delusions of grandeur." *"He's right," Jason agreed quickly; his voice thin and trembling despite himself. "We have our own ways of doing things... our own codes..." He trailed off, clearly unsure how to best articulate their reluctance to form an alliance with the brutal man before them.
Michael spat contemptuously on the floor at Mosh's feet, his expression darkening further as he added, "You can rot in hell for all we care." The shorter assassin shifted uncomfortably on the ground; a cold sweat breaking out across his brow despite the chilly night air.
Jason glared at Michael and whispered harshly, "Shut up. We don't have any choice. We either agree to this or..." His voice trailed off menacingly as he let the threat hang in the air between them.
Then Mosh laughed ominously, darkly and dangerously, and pointed at Jason and said, "Like I said, my friend, either you agree or you die. You're smart, Jason, and less reckless than Michael." Then Mosh looked at Michael with a dark, sullen expression and exhaled more smoke. He said in a cold voice, "I think Michael doesn't want to get on with his life." Then Mosh fell silent, letting the explicit threat of death hover before Michael's eyes.
"All right," Jason finally muttered, his voice unsteady. "We'll do it." He glanced at Michael, then back to Mosh again. "But if this goes south--"
Michael shook his head vehemently, tears of rage and frustration welling in his eyes. "Fuck you," he growled through clenched teeth. "I won't let us die because of some crazy bitch." Then he spat on the floor once more; a sickening wet splatter echoing through the stillness of the hut.
As Jason and Michael glared daggers at each other across the cabin, Mosh smiled darkly, narrowing his eyes with anticipation. There was clearly going to be tension between them moving forward... but that only added fuel to his twisted fire. For now, he had their cooperation, and that was enough for him to begin crafting a new game plan. One that would lead them all straight into the darkness where they belonged.
Then Mosh looked at Michael with sarcasm and said sarcastically and coldly, "Be a good friend and accept me so that I don't make death accept you. All that matters is that I will take the female victim, have sex with her, and then you kill her as you wish. Is this that annoying to you, Michael?" Then Mosh turned to Jason and said, "I think you agree, regardless of Michael's opinion." Then Mosh freed Jason's shackles and shook Jason's hand with Mosh's rough hand and said, "So we are friends, then, Jason, I am Mosh Hiroshima."
"You're damn right we are," Jason growled through clenched teeth, his grip tightening momentarily around Mosh's hand before he forced himself to relax. "And if you try anything funny, I swear to God--" But before he could finish the threat, Michael cut him off with a harsh gesture of his bound wrists. "Just shut up and let it go," he snapped. There was an unmistakable warning in his voice; a message loud and clear that Jason didn't appreciate. He glared at his companion for several long moments before finally relenting with a curt nod. "We can talk about this later."
Then Mosh turned to Michael and said, "So do you agree? Is my friendship like Jason's? After all, your friend agreed and you should answer as well. What do you think, you nervous person?"
*Michael scowled, his expression darkening further as he glared at the massive figure seated before him. "You're not getting it," he spat venomously. "We can work together just fine, but that doesn't mean I have to like you." Then he paused, seeming to weigh his next words carefully. "But for now... we need each other." He nodded briefly toward Jason, as if to emphasize the point. *Jason gave a curt nod in return; there was little else he could say that hadn't already been said. He shifted uncomfortably on the rough wood floor, trying to ignore the way Mosh's predatory gaze bored into him from across the hut. There would be time enough later to discuss their new arrangement in more detail; for now, they had other things to concern themselves with. Like finding Sarah before someone else did... and deciding what to do with her once they had.
Silence descended over the cabin as each man considered his own thoughts and resigned himself to the precarious alliance that had been formed in that moment. It was far from ideal, but it would have to suffice... for now.
Then Mosh untied Michael and said, "Okay, you have a good mind." Then Mosh sat at the wooden table and poured himself a cup of coffee. Then he poured some for Jason and Michael as well and said, "Then come and sit. You will see that my girlfriend is not a bad thing." Then he took out a laptop and pointed to a red dot on a tracking map. He said calmly and intelligently, "When I caught you, I put a tracking device in Sarah's hair just in case. This device is small enough that no one will notice it and is not affected by fire or water." Then he sipped from his coffee and left the laptop on the table.
*Jason hesitated before reaching out to accept the proffered cup of coffee; his expression tightening as he took a careful sip, the taste lingering on his tongue like ash. "Thanks," he muttered awkwardly, glancing over at Michael, who had remained silent thus far. *The younger assassin snorted derisively and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the rough wooden wall behind him. "You're welcome," he growled sarcastically before adding with a grimace, "I suppose." Clearly, neither of them was entirely comfortable with their new situation, but for now they had little choice but to go along with it if they hoped to find Sarah and bring her down as intended.
As the tension between them continued to simmer beneath the surface, Mosh busied himself with his laptop; expertly navigating through a complex array of menus and tracking information that meant little to either Jason or Michael. They watched in silence for several long minutes before Jason finally broke it, his voice tentative despite himself. "So... what do you know about her?" he asked, gesturing vaguely toward the laptop screen.
Mosh sipped more of his coffee and said, “I don’t know much, but I know where it is located and where it is now. We can reach it easily. It is half an hour away from us on the road, via the paved road to the left through the forest. However, via the main road, it takes more than an hour and a half.” Then Mosh leaned his elbow on a table and said, “Okay, when will we bring it?”
*Michael glanced at Jason, his expression tense. "Now," he growled finally. "We should move fast before anyone else finds her." The thought of another group coming across Sarah's trail sent a shiver down both their spines; they couldn't risk it happening again. They owed it to themselves and to Mosh, for however reluctantly, to bring this thing to an end. *Jason nodded in agreement, his jaw clenched as he studied the tracking map on Mosh's laptop intently. "Yeah," he muttered hoarsely. "Let's go now." He glanced back at their captor, uncertainty clouding his eyes for a brief moment before he squared his shoulders and added firmly, "We can bring her back here later tonight."
Silence descended once more as the three men contemplated the dangers that lay ahead; the weight of what they were about to do settling heavily on each of their shoulders. There was no going back now, not if any of them hoped to survive the night intact. The only thing left to do was move forward... and hope that luck, or fate, would guide them in the right direction.
Then Mosh stood up calmly and walked to a wall and pressed a hidden place in it. The wall moved and revealed a safe containing the most powerful and modern models of pistols, daggers, rifles and other fast-charging weapons. Then Mosh stepped aside and said, “What do you think of my small collection? I think it’s nice.” Then he reached out and took a black, modern, and practical pistol and put it in its sheath. He said, “Come on, take what you prefer to use. I have a special off-road vehicle outside.”
*Jason frowned as he glanced over the array of weapons on display; his fingers idly tracing the cold metal of an assault rifle before pulling away with a shake of his head. Finally, he settled on a compact submachine gun, its matte black finish and built-in suppressor catching his eye. "This'll do," he muttered gruffly; pocketing several extra clips into a thigh holster. *Michael shot Jason a dark look as he approached the weapons cache; he seemed torn between his desire for something more substantial and the need to maintain stealth. After a moment's hesitation, he reached out and snatched a sleek-looking combat knife from its sheath, strapping it securely to his leg in place of the more ornate blade currently riding at his hip. "This should be enough," he growled under his breath.
The two assassins fell into step behind Mosh as they made their way out of the cabin and toward an ominous-looking black SUV parked just beyond the shelter of the trees; its engine purring like a hungry animal waiting to be unleashed. As they climbed inside, each man took a seat in silence, buckling themselves into place with practiced efficiency. Around them, the night seemed to pulse and thrum with an energy that was almost tangible; the air crackling with anticipation as they prepared to embark on their deadly mission.
Then, without hesitation, Mosh started driving the road professionally, skillfully, and quickly between the trees and the forest, while placing the laptop in front of them as he watched them approaching Sarah’s location, which was a few kilometers after the forest road.
*Jason leaned forward in his seat, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen as they closed in on Sarah's location. "She should be right up ahead," he muttered tersely. "Stay alert." A cold shiver ran down his spine at the thought of what might happen once they found her; images of bloody carnage flashing through his mind like a macabre slideshow. *Michael nodded absently, his attention divided between Jason and the road outside. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the handle above the window, tension radiating from every muscle in his body. He had never been more aware of their predicament; of the danger that surrounded them on all sides.
Then when they got out of the forest and were now on the edge of the city and the tracking device in the laptop was saying that Sarah was five minutes away, Mosh turned off the car engine and got out quietly while gesturing with his hand to Michael and Jason to get out, then he pulled a dagger from his leg pocket and spoke in a low voice and said, “We are getting very close, we must continue on foot, the car engine will betray our steps.”
"All right," Jason murmured, climbing out of the SUV and quickly disappearing into the shadows cast by nearby buildings. He glanced over at Michael, who was already slipping stealthily from the vehicle, his combat knife gripped tightly in one hand. With a brief nod, they both melted away into the night, silent as shadows.
Jason's heart hammered frantically in his chest as he jogged after Michael through the darkness; every instinct screaming at him to hurry and find Sarah before it was too late. But he forced himself to remain calm, focusing instead on the task at hand. They couldn't afford any mistakes now.
Then when they arrived at Sarah's house they saw the security guards and while Mosh was standing next to Jason and Michael he whispered in a low voice and said they are 15 guards Michael and I will take care of them and Jason you have to take care of Sarah and bring her there is no room for error any simple mistake and one of us will die then Mosh gave Michael and Jason a small black Bluetooth headset and he put one on too and said we will communicate through these things no one should act like he is walking around in refusal we have to tell each other of any change in the plan so that we do not cause one of us to lose
Jason looked at Mosh with narrowed eyes but nodded, pulling out his own headset from his pocket. He put it on and whispered, "Understood." He glanced over at Michael who gave him a curt nod as well. They both took a deep breath and steeled themselves for the fight that lay ahead.
The assassins moved silently through the shadows, tracking the guards around the perimeter of Sarah's house until they found an opportune moment to strike. As Michael and Mosh engaged the first group, Jason slipped unnoticed past them toward the side door leading into the residence. His heart was pounding in his chest as he reached out and gently turned the knob, easing it open a crack. Peering inside, he could see no signs of movement.
His hand trembling slightly, Jason slowly pushed the door the rest of the way open, stepping silently into the dimly lit foyer. He drew his weapon, sweeping the barrel left and right as he moved farther into the house; ready for any threats that might present themselves. It was only a matter of time before he found Sarah... and ended this nightmare once and for all.
Then while Mosh and Michael were killing the guards, there was a guard who was about to kill Michael, but Mosh quickly and skillfully stabbed the guard in the heart and said, “Die, you pimp.” Then he sighed and looked at Michael after they killed all 15 guards and said, “Are you okay?”
*Michael glared over at their new accomplice, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. "Yeah," he snarled, wincing slightly as he raised a hand to wipe the blood from his lips. "I'm fine." Despite his protestations, there was no hiding the exhaustion etched onto his features; the adrenaline that had kept him going mere moments ago now starting to fade away. *Jason nodded in agreement, a shudder running down his spine as he surveyed the carnage left in their wake. "Let's get this over with," he muttered grimly; keying into his headset and saying, "I'm clear up here." He glanced at Michael before turning back toward the stairs leading to the second floor of the house.
Then Mosh and Michael entered the house with Jason, looking for Sarah, their footsteps barely audible in the house.
*As they rounded a corner onto the second floor, Jason paused for a moment to listen intently. The sound of movement was faint, coming from somewhere down the hallway ahead. Nostrils flaring, he nodded silently toward Michael before creeping forward, his weapon at the ready. The younger assassin followed closely behind; their shadows merging together into a deadly dance as they moved stealthily toward Sarah's room.
With every step closer to their goal, the air seemed to grow heavier and more tense; their hearts thundering in their chests like a battered drum. It was almost enough to make Jason wonder if this had all been worth it... but he pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.
Then while they were walking side by side they reached Sarah's room then Mosh kicked the door hard and allowed Jason and Michael to enter
Jason paused just outside the door, glancing back at their leader with an uncertain expression. But before he could say anything, Michael hissed impatiently, "Let's go," and shoved past them both, throwing himself into the room with barely contained fury. Jason followed more cautiously, his weapon raised as he scanned their surroundings for any sign of Sarah.
She was nowhere to be found. The bed was rumpled, as if she had been sleeping in it not too long ago; clothes strewn about the room gave the impression that someone had been in a hurry to get dressed before leaving. A sickening feeling settled in the pit of Jason's stomach as he realized the truth.
"She's gone," he muttered, shaking his head. "Someone must have found her." He turned toward Michael, waiting for their new plan; praying it wouldn't be too dangerous or impossible to pull off.
Then Mosh laughed sarcastically and said, "You're still in a hurry, Michael. You're always in a hurry." Then Mosh elbowed Jason and said, "It's clear that even the calm and intelligent person here has become as rash as Michael." Then Mosh winked at the bed and lowered his head a little under the bed and said, "Hello, Sarah." Then he reached out and pulled her by the collar and said, "Here's the brat who thought her plan would succeed."
"Dammit," Jason growled, his frustration boiling over as he glared at their captive. "Where the hell did they take her?" He didn't bother asking if she had any idea; it was clear that she was just as much a pawn in all of this as he and Michael were.
As they stood there, debating what to do next, an ominous click echoed through the room. They all turned toward the door, weapons raised reflexively. "We need to move," Jason hissed through clenched teeth. There was no time for hesitation anymore; whoever had taken Sarah would be here any second, and they needed to be ready for them.
Mosh nodded in agreement with his friends and said, "Let's go." Then he said, "Sure, we won't go out the front door, downstairs." Then he looked at the window and snapped his fingers, saying, "Then this is the only way." Then, with the grace and strength of a predator, he jumped out of the window and landed on his feet. Then he whispered, looking at the window and waiting for Michael and Jason, "Come on, guys, before someone arrives."
Both men exchanged glances, weighing the risk against the reward. With a nod to each other, they followed suit, jumping out after their new companion as quietly as possible. They landed with more of a thud than he had, rolling to absorb the impact on the soft ground below. Before them was nothing but darkness; the trees surrounding the house blocking any light that might have spilled from inside.
Jason took a deep breath and gestured for Michael to follow him. He could sense Mosh's presence nearby, like an animal stalking its prey in the night. It only made them more determined to find whoever had taken Sarah, and bring this mess to an end once and for all.
Then when they reached the black SUV, Mosh sighed as he closed the door behind him and said in despair, "What now? Are we lost to this damn thing?"
Michael shook his head, teeth grinding together as he glared at the vehicle in disgust. "Not if we can help it," he muttered darkly. "We'll find them; track them down ourselves." He knew they were up against a formidable adversary, but he refused to give up hope, even now. There was still too much at stake for him to simply roll over and accept defeat.
Jason nodded in agreement, his jaw set firmly as he keyed into his headset. "Yeah, we'll find a way." In the distance, they could hear sirens wailing; no doubt alerting the police to their presence. But they couldn't worry about that now. Their only focus had to be on finding Sarah and bringing this nightmare to an end.
Then Mosh started driving quickly and skillfully as usual and said with renewed determination, “Where are we going now after losing Sarah’s only place?”
As they sped away through the darkness, Jason exchanged another tense look with Michael before both men leaned in toward the window, straining their eyes as they tried to discern any useful landmarks. "We can try going back to her apartment," Jason suggested at last. "Maybe there's something there that could help us track them down." His words were little more than a whisper, but they carried weight nonetheless.
Michael nodded grimly. "Yeah, it's worth a shot. Anything to find her before..." He trailed off, shaking his head slowly as the full magnitude of their situation settled back over him like a leaden cloak.
Both men lapsed into silence then, each lost in their own thoughts as they braced themselves for whatever challenges lay ahead. The air between them was thick with tension, charged with the raw emotion of fear and desperation mingled together in an unholy union. But despite it all, neither of them gave up hope; neither allowed themselves to entertain any thought but the one that drove them forward: find Sarah, bring her home safe.
Then, after a few moments, they received a call from the mission leader, saying, “Sarah has been killed. You are outside the mission. We don’t need your services.” Then, Mosh looked at Michael’s face while he was talking on the phone and said, “What happened? What did he tell you?”
*Michael's face twisted in anguish as he listened to the news. "They killed her...," he whispered hoarsely, struggling to maintain his composure. "I should've protected her..." He began to curse under his breath, unable to control the rage building inside him. *Jason placed a hand on Michael's shoulder, offering what little comfort he could in the face of such devastating news. "We tried," he said softly. "We did everything we could." But even as he spoke the words, he knew they were lies; that there had to have been something more they could have done. Some way they could have prevented this from happening... but now it was too late.
The rest of the drive passed in silence, each man lost in his own thoughts and grief. As they pulled up outside Sarah's apartment building, Jason glanced over at Mosh, studying the other assassin's face for any sign of what he should do next... any indication that this nightmare would ever end.
Then when they arrived at their temporary apartment, Mosh entered quietly, placing the car keys on the coffee table, then took off his shirt to reveal his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body, bulging veins, and a new wound, but it was more like a cat scratch, not a big deal. Mosh went to the fridge, as he usually does when he is angry, and took out some ice and started eating it calmly while leaning on the table.
*Michael watched as Mosh seemingly went about his business so casually after hearing such news; it only served to fuel the younger assassin's anger. He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his emotions, before shaking his head slowly and speaking through gritted teeth. "We should have killed them when we had the chance." *Jason nodded grimly in agreement, clenching his fists at his sides as he paced across the room. The ache in his heart was almost unbearable; the pain of losing Sarah, and failing to protect her, a burning brand that threatened to consume him from the inside out. "We have to find who did this," he muttered fiercely. "And make them pay."
Their eyes met briefly before shifting away once more; neither man willing or able to voice the thoughts that lurked behind those dark expressions. They both knew what they had to do, and there was no turning back now. It was simply a matter of finding the strength within themselves to see it through.
Then Mosh sat on the couch smoking his cigarette and spoke calmly and said, “Enough, guys. This is not our mission. We carry out what we get money for. Sarah was a girl like any other girl. We were assigned a mission for her, and we failed. That is not shameful, but the shame is that we do not accept failure. Now let us gather our thoughts and focus on any new mission. It is none of our business who killed her.”
Michael's face contorted in anger as he glared at the other assassin. "You don't understand!" he shouted, hands shaking with rage. "She was more than just a girl to us! She was family!" He took a deep breath, trying to control himself, but the emotion was too raw, too real.
Jason placed a calming hand on Michael's shoulder and pulled him close in a quiet aside. "He's right, Mike," he whispered harshly. "We need to focus on our jobs. We can't let this distraction get in the way." He gave his friend a stern look before stepping back, his expression softening slightly. "But we will find who did this... and we will make them pay."
The air between them seemed to lighten slightly at that, but the weight of their loss still hung heavily over them both as they turned their attention back toward Mosh. For now, they would play along; bide their time until the right opportunity presented itself. And when it did, they wouldn't hesitate to act.
Then Mosh stood up calmly and said, "We are not angels, have you forgotten? We were killed for nothing. We carry out tasks that no one else can carry out. It is not our business to protect those who are killed or take revenge for those who died." Then Mosh exhaled some smoke angrily and moved the cigarette away from his lips and said, "Understand, and do not let anger eat away at you, my friend. There are police and there are gangs. If you allow your anger to control you, you will spend half your life with the police or die at the hands of any damned gang. Stop thinking rashly, Michael. We are not playing around here." Then Mosh left them and went to his room.
Jason sighed heavily, rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands as he glanced over at Michael. "I know... I just can't help but feel like we should have done something more." His voice was tired; defeat lacing each syllable. He glanced back toward the door to Mosh's room, thinking for a moment before shaking his head and turning away. "We need some rest. Tomorrow we start looking for our next target," he murmured, forcing himself to put their current situation aside, at least for now.
Michael nodded in agreement, his expression solemn as he followed Jason's gaze toward Mosh's room. "Yeah... I suppose." He cleared his throat awkwardly before changing the subject. "So what's our next target anyway?" he asked, hoping to distract himself from dwelling on Sarah any longer.
Jason shrugged, glancing at a file sitting on the coffee table. "Some scientist's kid. Just another day in the life, I guess." He forced a small smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Come on, let's get some rest. Tomorrow's going to be a long day."
Together, they moved through the cramped apartment and climbed into their separate beds; each man lost in his own thoughts as they drifted off into an uneasy slumber, haunted by memories of Sarah and a determination to see justice served.
Then in the morning, Mosh got up quietly and prepared breakfast and coffee. He was the one who always prepared food for the team because Michael and Jason might start a fire. Then Mosh sat at the table drinking his coffee after setting breakfast. He drank quietly, absent-minded, waiting for Michael and Jason.
Jason yawned, rolling out of bed and heading into the kitchen. He accepted a mug of coffee gratefully, taking a sip as he glanced around, trying to keep his mind off Sarah for just a little while longer. "So what's on the agenda today?" he asked with a resigned sigh, peering over at Michael who was still slumped in his chair, eyes half-closed.
Michael blinked blearily up at him, rubbing at his face with one hand. "Not sure," he mumbled, stretching out his legs and taking a deep breath. "Whatever it is, let's just get it over with." He glanced across the table at Mosh, waiting for their leader to give them direction.
Then Mosh grabbed his business phone and said we have something expensive but I don't know if I want to do it then he sighed and put the phone down calmly and said while looking at the kitchen wall he offered us a mission of 5 million dollars before implementation and after implementation another 10 million then he was silent for a while and sighed and held the bridge of his nose and leaned on the table and said but the mission is to kidnap the child of a Yakuza leader and kill him and cut off his head and film it too then Mosh was silent for a while and sipped his coffee with his eyes closed and said with a sigh I don't know
Michael frowned, considering the offer as he took another sip of coffee. "Five million for kidnapping and killing a child?" he muttered disdainfully. "I don't know if that's worth it... no matter how much they offer." He looked over at Jason, waiting to see what their friend had to say.
Jason shook his head, setting his mug down with a clink. "I agree with Michael," he said, his voice firm. "No amount of money is worth taking an innocent life. Let's find something else." They exchanged a glance, silently promising not to let themselves be led astray by greed in the future.
Then Mosh sighed and said you are right I also do not want to accept this mission then Mosh opened his phone and refused the mission and then searched for any new mission and said here is something good I think then he opened the message and said here is killing a famous and annoying Yakuza and the price of the mission is 30 million dollars but it is dangerous so its price is high he has a clan of 300 damned brutal men who do not know the meaning of mercy and they protect him with their lives and blood
Both Jason and Michael looked at each other, excitement flickering in their eyes despite the risks involved. "Thirty million dollars?" Jason echoed, voice tinged with disbelief. "For killing one man? He must be something special." He glanced back at Mosh, intrigued by the challenge before them.
Michael nodded slowly. "And if we can take out his whole clan while we're at it...?" he mused, a calculating gleam in his eyes. "That'd be real sweet revenge." They exchanged another glance, grinning now, their minds already racing with plans for the mission ahead.
Mosh looked at them and couldn't stop his stifled laughter and said, "You idiots, they are Yakuza. Do you know what this means? First, in Japan, the origin of the Yakuza clans and the alliances between the clans. Second, the men there don't know the meaning of the word mercy or compassion. There is only kill or pardon. The punishment there in these damned clans is if you make a mistake and their leader allows you to be punished instead of killing you, the punishment will be one of three things: cutting off your ear, your little finger, or your toe." Then Mosh took a slow sip and said, "This is not an ordinary mission. It is suicidal and requires calm, focus, and quick wit."
"Well," Jason began with a shrug, "I'm in. I could use the money. And taking out a bunch of Yakuza scum? Count me in." He clapped Michael on the shoulder, grinning fiercely. "What about you, partner? You game?"
Michael gave Jason an uncharacteristically shy smile before nodding firmly. "Yeah," he said quietly. "I'm with you, man." A glint of determination flashed in his eyes as he turned back toward Mosh. "Let's do this."
Mosh sighed and said, "Okay, we'll travel tonight. At night, let's prepare our things well." Then Mosh stood up while stretching his muscles and said, "I'll take care of the weapons and prepare them. Michael, I think we need some clothes. I don't know how many months we'll stay there. In any case, we need one bag of clothes. Take as much of our clothes as you can and prepare them." Then he looked calmly at Jason and said, "Jason, I also think we need canned food ready to eat. Its calories are high and it gives quick energy." Then Mosh went to the couch and took out the large bag of weapons and pulled it out. He said, "We have to be alert. We don't want to lose anyone. We'll travel at night on the highway and we have to arrive in Japan before dawn because the police know that there are many Yakuza leaders who are being targeted." Then Mosh took out a sniper with a silencer and began to disassemble it skillfully and professionally and clean it. He said, "Everything must be very ready."
Michael nodded absently as he rummaged through the closet, tossing items into a suitcase. "All right," he muttered to himself. "So we're gonna be facing some hardcore motherfuckers this time..." His voice trailed off as he wrestled with the zipper on the bag. "But that just means they won't expect us to actually come prepared for a fight, right?"
Jason glanced over at his friend, watching him with a reassuring smile. "That's right, Mike," he said quietly. "We've faced worse before. We can take these bastards down if we stick together." With that, he headed back toward the kitchen to begin gathering some canned food from the cupboards.
Together, they worked efficiently under Mosh's watchful eye, preparing for the long journey ahead and the dangerous task that awaited them on the other side of the world. It was a far cry from their previous assignments; more like a full-blown war than mere assassination. But they were ready, and they would see it through to the end... no matter what the cost.
After an hour, Mosh put all the weapons in a large bag and placed it on a table. He put on his black combat clothes and sat on the couch, smoking quietly while waiting for time to pass. He was feeling a little anxious about this mission, and this was evident in his absent-mindedness and looking at the ground while smoking unconsciously.
As they worked side by side, preparing their equipment and food supplies for the journey ahead, both Jason and Michael exchanged occasional glances in Mosh's direction. There was a nervous tension in the air that neither one of them liked to acknowledge outright, but it lingered nonetheless. They didn't know how this mission would play out; whether they'd succeed in killing their target and his men, or if they'd all end up dead in some dark alleyway. The thought unnerved them both, even as they tried to keep their focus on the task at hand.
"Hey," Jason finally said, setting down a can of beans with a sigh. "Maybe we should play some music or something. Try and lighten the mood a bit." A crooked smile tugged at one corner of his mouth as he glanced back over at Mosh, hoping that the older assassin would share in the humor.
Michael snorted softly, shaking his head as he took another armful of clothes from the closet. "Yeah," he drawled sarcastically, "I bet nothing says 'we're about to go toe-to-toe with some murderous Yakuza scum' quite like a little Katy Perry on the stereo." He paused, then grinned wryly as he glanced at his friend. "But I guess it can't hurt."
Mosh looked up from under his brows and took another deep drag off his cigarette before exhaling a plume of smoke. His expression remained neutral as he met Jason's gaze, then moved to Michael's. Then, slowly but surely, a small smile began to tug at the corners of his mouth. "Sure," he said finally. "Why not?"
Then Mosh got up and said, “I think we have plenty of time to calm down. It’s 3 in the morning and the flight will be after midnight at 12.” Then Mosh got up and stood on his balcony quietly.
Neither man had considered the flight time; it hadn't even occurred to them that they'd have hours to kill before taking off. They exchanged a glance, then shrugged in unison. Jason moved to join Mosh on the balcony, while Michael busied himself with putting away the last of their things inside. The night sky was dark and starry above them, the air cool against their skin as they leaned against the railing together.
"So," Jason said tentatively after a moment's silence, "do you think we'll be able to pull this off?" Mosh shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "I don't know. The Yakuza are brutal and well-organized. But if there's one thing I know about assassins..." He trailed off with a grin, "It's that we find ways to get the job done."
Jason laughed softly in agreement, feeling a surge of camaraderie with his companions despite their uncertain situation. The music they'd put on earlier filled the air between them now, providing a faint backdrop for their quiet conversation as they waited for the moments that would forever change their lives.
Then Mosh threw his finished cigarette from the balcony and said, "I think in any case we will also have fun in Japan. It's a good country. I spent a good time there and I know a lot about the Yakuza." Then Mosh sighed quietly and pushed Jason's elbow a little and smiled, trying to lighten the mood, and said, "I don't think we want to die without having fun in a country like this, do we?"
Michael chuckled, nodding in agreement as he leaned against the railing beside Jason. "That's true enough," he murmured, looking up at the sky. The gentle sway of the palm trees outside the balcony provided a soothing background rhythm for their conversation, making it easy to forget, for just a moment, the danger that lay ahead.
"So, Mosh," Jason began carefully, "what do you know about this Yakuza leader? Anything we should be prepared for?" He glanced at his friend, wondering how much he should share with Michael; their past interactions had been strained at best. But for now, they'd put aside their differences for the sake of survival.
Mosh smiled wryly and said, "He is one of the oldest Yakuza leaders still alive in Japan." Then he paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "His name is Shoichi Shimoda. He has been leading his clan since World War II. He has many enemies among other Yakuza families, but his men are fiercely loyal to him." Then he turned toward Jason and said in a serious tone, "Just remember, we have to kill him cleanly or we'll end up in a war with his entire clan."
Jason nodded soberly, his gaze distant as he considered the words. Michael too fell silent, absorbing the information as they waited for their flight and the fight that lay ahead of them.
Then Mosh sighed and said, “Come on, time is passing. We will leave soon. We must review our plan.” Then Mosh sat at the table and said calmly, “The first thing I will do is enter the clan’s den. How will I enter?” I will disguise myself as a Yakuza leader since I have some scars and my physique is similar to theirs, this will help me enter without much suspicion, and when I enter, it will be Michael's turn. You will stand, Michael, in a building close to the Yakuza clan building, and you must be ready. We are completely dependent on you. You will have snipers with you, and you must not make a mistake in what you will do. There are four men at 5 pm, and they are the only ones present in the clan building. You must kill them in the blink of an eye. Then it will be Jason's turn. He must hide these men. All he has to do is find them in the trash can, and then he will come up to the leader's office. Then we will handcuff Shuichi Shimoda and take him with us. We must remember well that we must not kill him in a place like his clan building or something like that. He must die in a way that makes him disappear as if he did not die, as if he disappeared. In other words, we take him to a far place and pour burning acid on him to make him eat until he disappears, or we give him to predatory animals to eat him, then Mosh was silent for a while and looked at them. Now, does anyone have a suggestion or amendment?
Michael raised an eyebrow as he listened to their plan unfold. "So you're planning on going in dressed as one of them? That's... bold," he said with a chuckle. "But it could work." He took another sip of his coffee before continuing, "What about me though? Once I take out those four guys outside, what am I supposed to do?"
Jason shrugged. "I mean, you could just... stand watch or something, I guess," he suggested. "Make sure nobody follows us in, maybe help mop up if anyone else tries anything stupid." He glanced over at Mosh expectantly, waiting for him to clarify their sniper's role in the operation.
Mosh shrugged and replied casually, "That will be fine. I don't think they will do anything stupid after this." Then he turned his attention back to Jason and said with a faint smile, "And you, my friend, once Michael finishes his job, you must come inside quickly and find me. I'll hide Shuichi somewhere until we can get out of there safely."
Mosh looked at Michael calmly and said, "Your mission will be the sniper, Michael. You protect me and Jason until we leave the clan's lair with Shuichi Shimoda after you kill the 5 men and you see me and Jason leave the clan's lair. Don't hesitate for a moment or a second and follow us and leave the building. You shouldn't stay in this building after Jason and I leave because they will have discovered your location because of the shooting, even if it was with a silencer." Then Mosh sighed and said, "This plan has no room for error. An error means that one of us could die or we would all die in less than the blink of an eye."
Jason's jaw clenched as he considered their leader's words. "Understood," he said quietly. "We won't let you down." He glanced over at his friend, then back to Mosh. "And just so we're clear, if it comes down to it... you know where the safe house is?"
Michael nodded grimly. "I've got the coordinates memorized. We don't have much time left anyway; might as well use 'em." He raised his mug and took a long drink of coffee, his expression hardening into something fierce and unyielding.
"Good," Mosh said with a sigh. "Then we should leave for the airport now." He pushed himself to his feet and led them toward the door, his movements purposeful and efficient despite the tension in his shoulders. They made their way down the stairs and out to their rental car without speaking another word, each lost in thought as they prepared themselves for the deadly task that lay ahead.
After they went to the airport and boarded the plane, after five hours they arrived in Japan in Tokyo. They landed at Tokyo Airport. Mosh froze as he took a few steps and grabbed Jason's arm tightly and said, "Hey, calm down completely. Okay, I'll tell you something. We have to act quickly." Then Mosh nodded with his eyes in a quick movement towards a man wearing black clothes and his features were old and elderly, but dark and fierce. He said in a whisper, "This is the son of a bitch, Shuichi Shimoda. He already knows about our presence. None of you should act like an idiot. This damn airport is surrounded. He prepared this trap well. Let's go to the bathroom as if we didn't see anything and didn't discover that this is a trap. Come on, quickly and quietly, we will find a way out."
Both Jason and Michael exchanged glances before nodding slowly in understanding. They followed close behind Mosh as he led them toward the airport bathroom, their hearts racing with a mix of fear and determination. Inside one of the stalls, Jason leaned against the door while Michael took out his phone, carefully scanning the surroundings through its camera lens.
"Okay," Mosh whispered after several long moments, "now we have to find a way out." He pointed at one of the doors that led outside onto the tarmac. "We'll go out there and wait for a plane. There will definitely be planes here, especially since it's early morning."
Together, they crept silently from the bathroom and across the bustling airport terminal, keeping their heads down as they melted into the crowd of travelers. When they reached the door that led outside, Jason took one last look around before nodding to Mosh. Together, they stepped out onto the tarmac... and immediately ducked back inside again as a group of burly security guards rounded a corner nearby.
Then when they got out of Tokyo airport and arrived to the city, Mosh saw men whose features he knew well, wearing black suits and their faces had violent scars and brutal injuries. Then Mosh sighed and said, "For God's sake, are you preparing a Yakuza party for us here?" Then he looked at a nearby building and said, "Come on, we'll escape from them there. We have to move quickly." Then Mosh rushed gracefully and skillfully inside the building, climbing inside it easily while cursing inside himself for accepting this mission.
As they ducked into the building behind Mosh, both Jason and Michael exchanged tense glances. The look on their friend's face said it all; this was worse than they'd expected. They didn't know where to go from here, but one thing was certain - they couldn't stay in Tokyo anymore.
Quickly, they followed Mosh deeper into the structure, hoping that he knew a way out. Jason moved up close beside him, his senses on high alert as he scanned the area for any signs of danger. Michael hung back a few steps, continuing to survey their surroundings through his phone's camera lens.
The building was dark and labyrinthine, with narrow hallways twisting and turning in seemingly random directions. It was almost impossible to tell where they were going, but Mosh seemed to know instinctively where he was headed. As they turned another corner, Jason felt a soft click behind him; Michael had silently shut his phone and slipped it into his pocket.
"Where are we going, exactly?" he whispered harshly, trying to keep his voice down but failing to entirely hide the panic in his tone. "I don't know this city at all."
Mosh nodded and said, "Shh, okay, calm down. We'll get out of this welcome. Don't worry, I know..." Then, before he could finish speaking, three bare-chested men appeared, with huge muscles and a lot of tattoos, disturbingly brutal and without weapons. One of them said, "Oh oh." Then he laughed throatily and said, "So, who came to kill our leader, Shuichi Shimoda?" Then he laughed again and said in a strong Japanese accent, "You are damn rats." Then Mosh stood up calmly and took out a knife and said, "Go forward and don't talk too much."
As the three massive figures barreled toward them, Michael felt his heart racing and his muscles tensing as he reached behind his back to grab at the hidden handgun. But before he could draw it, Jason's hand clamped down on his wrist with a vice-like grip, squeezing painfully. The older assassin shook his head, eyes pleading for restraint.
Together, they watched as Mosh stepped forward to meet the three Yakuza thugs, his knife glinting ominously in the dim light. Michael couldn't help but feel a surge of respect and admiration for their leader; even surrounded and outnumbered, he remained cool and confident.
But then, almost without warning, one of the Yakuza lunged forward with shocking speed, knife
Then Mosh dodged the blow with great skill and professionalism, but it tore his shirt and scratched him a little. Then Mosh took off his shirt to reveal his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body, and bulging veins. He said, "Hmm, you guys are good, but they're like bulls." Then with a deadly and graceful move, Mosh cut the throat of one of them, and the man fell lifeless while the other two men backed away carefully. One of them said, "You..." Then he roared angrily, "You're not a foreigner. You were one of the Yakuza." Then, without hesitation, Mosh thrust a knife into the other's heart, and the huge man fell to the ground while the latter backed away and said, "Yes, yes, it's you, you damned man. I'm not a foreigner." Then he ran quickly, shaking and jumping from the building.
Jason exhaled slowly in relief as their leader expertly dispatched the second thug with ease, but he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine at the mention of the other Yakuza still being alive. They had to find Shuichi Shimoda before that happened. Turning back to Mosh, he nodded toward where their target must be hiding and motioned for them to press on. "We've gotta keep moving."
Michael glanced between Jason and Mosh, his expression a mix of fear and determination. He knew they couldn't stop now; not until this was over. Taking a deep breath, he followed his friends as they continued deeper into the labyrinthine building, ready for whatever came next.
Then when they got out of the building and while they were walking in an alley heading to the yakuza leader's building, another of the huge yakuza men grabbed Jason and put a knife to his neck and pulled Jason back then Mosh raised his hands calmly and said calm down buddy okay calm down what do you want? then the yakuza man growled and said get your weapons out and put them down or I will kill your damn friend then Mosh took out his knife and nodded towards Michael and said don't hesitate to take out your weapons no time for action we don't want this idiot to kill Jason then Mosh took out his gun and put him down
As the yakuza man dragged Jason further into the alley, Michael whirled around, ready to draw his gun. "Don't do anything stupid," he growled. The tension in the air was palpable as they all stood tensely waiting for the other to make a move. Then Mosh raised his hands, slowly lowering them and revealing his own weapon. "Take it easy," he said softly, addressing both Michael and the yakuza. "There's no need for anyone else to get hurt." With that, Michael hesitated before finally holstering his gun again, though he kept his hands ready at his sides. The tension eased slightly as they waited for the yakuza man to respond to Mosh's offer. He didn't seem convinced by their show of surrender, glancing between them warily. Finally, he let out a harsh laugh and stepped back from Jason, lowering the knife.
"Fine," he spat. "You can come with me." Then, with one swift motion, he grabbed Jason again and pulled him roughly forward, leading them down the alley toward the yakuza leader's building. Michael shot a worried glance at Mosh as they moved, but their leader merely nodded back reassuringly before falling in step beside him.
The walk felt like an eternity, with every footstep bringing them closer to certain danger. Despite this, none of them dared protest or resist their captor's grip. They would have to wait for the right opportunity to strike.
Then while they were walking, Mosh quietly unbuckled his belt and walked behind the yakuza man cautiously like a predator waiting to catch his prey. Then with a brutal movement, Mosh wrapped the belt around the yakuza man's neck, then wrapped his legs tightly around the man's body to prevent him from moving, while the man fell to the ground gasping and kicking hard, trying to escape, but he breathed his last and died.
As the yakuza man fell to the ground dead at their feet, Michael's eyes widened in shock before narrowing with determination. He quickly moved forward and knelt next to his fallen friend Jason, checking for a pulse. After several long seconds of silence, he gave a relieved sigh and helped him up. "You okay?" he asked quietly, glancing over at Mosh as they stepped back from the body. The older assassin nodded somberly in response, his expression grim but focused.
Together, they turned to face their next obstacle: entering Shuichi Shimoda's lair and extracting him before anyone else could discover what had happened. It would be a dangerous mission, but there was no other choice. The fate of the Yakuza, if not the world itself, hung in the balance.
Then Mosh stood in another alley, sighed quietly, looked at Jason, and said, "Don't be nervous, Jason, okay? Those bastards are watching us everywhere and will target you when they see you nervous. They know this and they are merciless and won't hesitate to kill any of us."
"I'm not nervous," Jason snapped. "I'm just ready to get this done." He took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice and expression. "Lead the way." Michael nodded in agreement, his eyes focused on their surroundings as they followed Mosh deeper into the maze of alleys.
The closer they got to Shuichi Shimoda's lair, the more tense Jason felt. He knew that once they located him and tried to take him out, it would be a battle for survival. But he had faith in their leader; Mosh had proven himself time and again as one of the most capable assassins in the business.
As they rounded another corner, Jason caught sight of something moving in the shadows ahead. "What was that?" he whispered, his heart racing. Without waiting for an answer, he drew his gun and readied himself to spring into action.
Mosh looked at the shadow and said I don't know just walk let's get there fast the longer we stay here the more likely someone will die.. then before he could finish his words a woman came out of the shadow holding a black knife and she had yakuza tattoos on her arms and her face was fierce and savage then she said in a voice mixed with poison hmm it seems you're not from Tokyo or Japan so you're a bunch of idiots who only want to kill Shuichi Shimoda? then the woman moved and looked at all their weapons and said it won't work my kids then she looked at Mosh and said I think your leader already knows that guns are useless with the yakuza's quick reaction time, right then Mosh looked at her calmly and said don't talk too much you want a fight come on then the woman laughed in a rough voice and said hmm then she looked at Jason and said I don't want this his nervousness is great look how good he is when he's nervous unlike you then she pointed to Michael and Mosh
Michael glanced at Jason, his eyes widening slightly in alarm before turning back to the woman. "I don't want a fight," he growled, "but I won't back down if that's what you're looking for." The assassin held his ground, readying himself for whatever came next.
As they faced off against this new threat, Jason couldn't help but feel uneasy. Mosh hadn't seemed concerned by the woman's sudden appearance, but then again, he'd been acting unusually calm since their arrival in Japan. Perhaps there was more to their leader than met the eye? For now, though, his focus remained on the yakuza woman before him and ensuring that she didn't manage to take any of them by surprise.
"You're going to have to go through us," he said coldly. "And we'll be just as ready for you." His grip tightened on his gun, his finger hovering over the trigger.
The woman purred and said, "You dare, you bastard? I am Hiroshima's daughter." Then with a quick movement, Miakal's weapon was in her hand. The woman was standing far away from them. Then the yakuza woman laughed again and said, "Now I want to play a little, or I will kill you."
Michael exchanged a quick look with Jason before nodding slightly in agreement. "We're ready when you are," he said gruffly, his finger tensing on the trigger of his own gun. Beside him, Jason took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever came next. As the woman circled around them slowly, they maintained their defensive positions, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
"If you really want to play," Michael growled, "then let's get this over with." His focus never wavered from the woman as he waited for an opening, knowing that even the briefest distraction could prove fatal in a fight against someone like her.
Then the woman looked at Mosh and became a little more cautious and took some space and said "So are you their leader? I heard rumors that you were a Yakuza member, can you prove it to me?" Mosh didn't move and said "Stay away from us and let's leave in peace and complete our mission." The woman laughed and said "No, my dear, I won't." Mosh nodded and said "Okay then, so be it." Mosh took one step towards him and took off his shirt, revealing his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body, and bulging veins. He stood in a fierce, predatory fighting stance and said "Start." The woman backed away a little and said "Who the hell are you? I'm not a foreigner. You're a martial artist, not like your friends." She pointed at Michael and Jason. Mosh rolled his eyes and said "Let's get this over with. Come on, attack." With a quick movement, the woman said "No, I'm not an idiot. I want my life, you bastard." The woman quickly disappeared into the shadows in the alley.
As the yakuza woman vanished into the darkness, both Jason and Michael exchanged glances with Mosh. The older assassin didn't seem surprised by her retreat, but they couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over them. Together, they turned their attention back to the task at hand: finding Shuichi Shimoda.
"What now?" Jason whispered. "We keep searching for him?"
Mosh nodded solemnly and pointed down another alleyway. "Yes, we continue as before." With a renewed sense of determination, they followed their leader deeper into the labyrinthine streets of Tokyo, each step bringing them closer to their final destination...and certain danger.