Take Out

This story was a request from Unknown.  They

wanted a story like 

All in a Night’s Work.

Hope this fits what you want.

Som Tevy pushed the door open to the Fuasian Restaurant.  ‘Not keen on the

name, but it did get excellent reviews online and well it will make a nice

diversion while I wait for another Mission,’ the Trident agent said as she took

her seat noticing there was not much of a crowd, but it was a Tuesday night

she told herself.  

She elegantly walked over to the end of the Teppanyaki table where a chef, a

female chef, an unusual occurrence came over, smiled and bowed.  

‘I would like to start with some Yakimeshi, Hibachi vegetables and grilled scallops please,’ she smiled.

The chef bowed again and reached behind her for the ingredients, then the

show started, the cleaver and turner flew up and down in the air, magical

juggling act of danger, the food sizzling and turning with the practiced

hand of the chef, a show for the scents and eyes, each complimenting the

other.  Som watched her exaggerate the motions bringing her body into

play, he like that of a snake striking, recoiling and striking again, it was

fascinating to watch had she had almost all of Som’s attention, but not

quite, in a corner of her mind a thought was pushing forward, flashing

red, then it hit her, women.  That was enough, she raised her hand catching

the wrist of the chef as the cleaver was about to descend into her head!

All Som’s training kicked in at once.  She twisted the wrist over slamming into the hot girl, her mind so focused she never heard the scream of pain as the chef’s was pressed against the hot metal of the grill.  Som wrapped her right hand around the back of the woman’s head, seizing her ponytail , twisting it about her hand then driving her head straight into the upturned cleaver.  Unhooking her hand she picked up two knives on the prep table, one in each hand, pirouetted, and released each at precisely the right moment.

As the projectiles flew on their way, Som had time to sort the room out and her thoughts.

‘I should have seen it when I came in, all women in the place, not a single man.  This can only be Force,’ she explained to herself, her inner voice upset with her stupidity.  

Som never watched the knives find home, her mind was onto other things.  She did hear the thud of the dead chef, but before she a removed the two hairpins from her,  the weight of her lower body carrying her corpse to the floor and the scream of the two others as the large implements struck home, one directly into the throat and out the back of one Force agent, the tip of the blade imbedded in a wood pillar she’d been standing in front of.  Her body slumped limp, the blade cutting upward as she fell until it hit bone stopping her fall, a final coughing gurgles of blood and air escaping through the gasp resonating about the small place.  

The second was not as accurate.  ‘Perhaps she had quicker reactions than the other or my aim was off,’ Som told herself as the knife sliced into the shoulder of the other Force agent, the impact of the blow spinning her halfway around followed by a scream of pain.  But, by that time Som was on her way to finish the job.

Just as the Force female righted herself and turned about, Som was there.  One

of the hairpins was neatly tucked into the bun of her own hair.  The other she

drove into the ear of her foe using her left hand on the side of the woman’s

head to brace her for maximum impact.  As it struck there, Som mid scream

from the agent drove her head against the wall with such power that the hairpin

emerged from the other ear.

Som turned about scanning the room, she counted four more!  The Trident agent picked up a menu off the table and a bottle of Sriracha sauce walked forward using the mix of tables and eating bars to give her the best advantage of separating her assailants into one on one situations.  

The first round went to the mouse, if you could call Som that, as she cut out one Force agent who came at her with a knife, not in an overhead motion but in a slashing one.  She dodged the slashes, her hips turning and undulating as the knife whizzed through the air, the blade gleaming in the light. 

Som let the woman get closer then as the blade just passed her throat before embedding in the menu.

Som turned her wrists hard over, the knife easily being pried from her hands.  The Force agent spun around from the wrenching of her weapon and was quickly struck hard in the throat by the spine of the menu! Her hands instinctively reach about her neck giving Som the opening she knew would happen.  Her hands clamped around both sides of her assassin's head and turned it about.  Her face froze in a gasping for air shock panic with her eyes rolled up white. 

Som picked up the knife and the bottle and looked her eye just catching a foot before it slammed into her shoulder, the last second reaction saving a straight on blow to her head, as it was the force of the impact sent her rolling away.  Som turned a table over forcing her next attacker to side step the obstacle giving the spy the precious few seconds she needed to get to her wits and plan of attack together.  

The tip of the Sriracha bottle found the space between the woman’s knee cap

and flesh, the sharp point introducing 150 psi the the skin.  The Force agent's

knee collapsed under the pain and she fell beside Som who by this point had

unscrewed the bottle top, a stream of the sauce now filling the eyes of the

woman who screamed in agony before the knife blade rammed through the

side of her head.  Som came to her feet quickly, put the flat of one heel on the

dead woman’s head and pulled the knife out, the head bouncing back against

the floor with a dull thud.

The final two came at Som together!  Their long carving carving knives

clanking together against hers as Som ran defense by moving and

dodging, she knew it was only a matter of time before the odds turned

against her and her time was almost up.  She spun away, her hand

catching a corner of a table and tipping it over right in her pursuers path

who both stopped just short of tripping over it, their arms whirl winning

to keep their balance.  The Trident spy bent forward, her leg darting over

top to deliver the perfect Scorpion kick to one of the two, the tip of her

long stiletto heel sinking into first, the eye of the Force agent then back

into her brain.  Som held the pose for what seemed an eternity as the

agent’s body shook violently, her arms twitching widely at her sides like

an articulated scarecrow before they stopped and the weight of her dead

form seeking the floor pulled her off the heel.

Som’s leg came down and the other went up catching the final assassin under the chin, crashing her back against a slatted wooden screen,t shattering it to pieces as she sailed through it crashes hard on the other side

Som came round the debris, picking up two of the broken slats as she came.  As

the final Force agent tried to get to her feet the end of the slat greeting her

sternum driving her back to the floor where she was bombarded by a drum beat

of blows up and down her body from both pieces of wood.  

‘Now it's time for answers, Force bitch,’ Som purred with menace.  

One slat was placed against the front of her neck, the other the back.  The Trident spy hooked the back of her knees against the front board while her hands clasped the back, her legs bent so she could get up close to the woman.  Her legs and arms pushed together and turned the woman’s neck slightly to the right.  

‘How did you know I’d be here?’ she demanded.  Getting no answer she turned a little more, the wince of pain crossed the trapped Force agents.

‘Same question again,’ Som smiled, while the agent gasped.

‘Your smart enough, you should be able to figure that out.  If not, go to hell,’ came the pained but defiant response.  

‘Som pondered that for a second before turning more, right to the danger point as the female's body started to convulse.

‘Maybe I’m not as smart as you think, so enlighten me or we could be here a while,’ Som smiled in reply.

‘Fuck you!’

‘You know this means a bad review on Yelp,’ Som said, her turn this time deadly as a neck snap momentarily broke the silence of the still eatery.

The Trident spy relaxed the sticks falling next to the dead agent.  She walked over and the chaos of the fight scene to the exit pausing at the door.  

‘I came here on the recommendation of two fellow agents who said I would love it.  True I did enjoy myself, but I’m sure that’s not what they intended for me?’

She exited the Fuasian, turning the sign around to closed as went.