Sister Margaret's Home For Wayward Girls

Wade walked into Sister Margaret's with his hoodie covering his mutated skin. He was good with how he looked but Wade spared others around him the discomfort of staring at him.

"Hey Wease, give me my usual." Wade sat on a stool at the bar.

"And what the fuck is your usual?" Weasel sarcastically looked at Wade.

"Bourbon on the rocks, hold your balls and give me the fucking bottle, Numb nuts!" Wade seemed to have a short fuse that afternoon.

"Geesus H, Wade! Take a chill pill." Weasel grabbed a half full bottle of bourbon and set it in front of Wade.

"I'll need a fucking glass, Wease. Where the fuck is your head today?" Wade looked up at Weasel.

Weasel was staring across the bar to a young woman seated at a table for two. "What? What did you say, Wade?" He had no idea what Wade asked.

"A fucking..." Wade frowned then turned to see the same young woman across the bar. "Wease?" He slapped Weasel's face. "Wake up, dreamer, she's half your age. Now get me a glass, Cradle robber!"

Weasel placed a glass on the bar in front of Wade without breaking his gaze. "Fuck you, avocado skin! I am not staring at her for that. She is the newest bounty hunter and I can't figure out how she could possibly be a merc."

Wade slowly turned around to take another look at the young woman dressed in just a tee shirt and black jeans. "How could she be a merc?" He question Weasel.

"I don't know, but I hate the silent fuckers who only drink water." Wade looked at Weasel. "What? They are lame tippers."

"Did she get a card, Wease?" Wade looked up at Weasel. "Wease?" Finally the bartender looked at Wade. "Does she have a fucking card?"

"Yeah, Let me check." Weasel looked down at the 'book of good deeds' in disbelief. "Dopinder!"

"What the fuck is it, Wease?" Wade turned the book so he could read the names. He squinted. "Jordan? Does that say Jordan?"

"Yeah Wade, that says Jordan." Weasel yanked the book back from Wade. "That's not the fuckin problem. Dopinder!"

Dopinder arrived with a mop and bucket. "Yes, bossman, sir! How may I be of service?" He noticed Wade sitting at the bar. "Oh, greetings Mr. Pool!"

"Hey Dopinder, my man!" Wade held his fist out for a fist bump but Weasel slapped Dopinder's fist away before he was able to bump with Wade.

"Fuck that Dopinder! Why did you write Juggernaut's name beside babysitter Betsy's name?" Weasel showed Dopinder the good deeds book. "Right there!"

"Oh Mr. Bossman Sir, she asked for him by name." Dopinder smiled.

"You know there's an initiation before anyone can claim a job." Weasel was cut short by Dopinder.

"This is why I have the mop and bucket, Mr. Bossman Sir!" Dopinder tried to explain but Weasel covered his mouth with his hand.

"Fuck me!" Weasel frowned. "First no tip, now she's gonna bust up my bar!" He was angry.

"And all the tipping customers." Wade added through his laughter.

"And my customers that tip. Fuck me!" Weasel leaned back against the back cabinet.

"Relax, Wease, how much damage can a school girl do?" Wade tried to reassure his bartender.

"Yeah, yeah you're right Wade." Weasel felt better until the first glass hit the floor. "Oh shit!"

Wade walked over to the jukebox, slipped a coin in and turned to watch the action. "Hit it Mr. Douglas!" Wade always enjoyed music with the action and this time he aptly chose, 'Kung Fu Fighting'. For Jordan was half Chinese with 100% Bruce Lee energy.

"Oh nooooo!" Weasel cringed at the first chair smashed so two mercenaries could have weapons. "Ah Gino, you are paying for that! I am taking that out of your pay!"

Then the action began with Gino and his brother Chico rushing the table where Jordan was sitting. They wanted to squash the new wanna be mercenary and claim the initiation fees for themselves. The young woman put up $20,000 to join the mercenaries and everyone was going to try to claim half the fees.

Jordan watched and waited for the brothers to get close lifted her glass of water, kneed the table so it tilted away from her. Then kicked the table towards the surprised men knocking them into a table of mercs playing poker. Gino seemed stunned as he sat on the floor.

Then a voice yelled, "Initiation!" And they all knew what that meant. $10,000 to the one to subdue the one wanting into the group.

Jordan did not seem too worried and sipped on her water as the next merc came to claim his price. As he approached, Jordan balanced her glass of water on Gino's head and with lightning speed stepped into a devastating front kick to the new challenger's front knee. Everyone in the bar heard the knee crack and buckled. Then the same foot caught the man under the chin. His mouth was open at the time and when her foot met his jaw his teeth shattered and littered the floor.

The ferocity of her kicks were reminiscent of the late great Bruce Lee and his fighting style of Jeet Kune do. Even seeing how she was devastating the challengers still came forward and into the fight of their lives.

Then Hank the Hammer was next. His boss was the notorious Angela the Angel of Death. "Hey Hank, day off?" Jordan quipped.

"A day to kick your skinny little ass!" Hank quickly made his way to Jordan, there was something personal with this girl. He was a boxer with a huge right hand. No need for him to kick or dance around, he was all about power. Jordan took another sip of water then placed it on the last merc's head before winking at Hank.

"Did she just wink at Hank?" Weasel tapped Wade's elbow. "The little Ginza Knife just winked at the big idiot!"

Hank led with several jabs to keep Jordan away from him. When the bodyguard thought he had her set up for his hammer to come down he reached back for a little extra. This was a fatal mistake as the tiny young woman stepped up on his front knee then struck the rather large man's nose with her right elbow. Not stopping there her momentum had her continue over his shoulder and turning in mid flight digging her fingers into Hank's eyes.

Though she weighed little more than a hundred and twenty pounds Hank could not remain on his feet. He fell backwards hitting the floor with such an impact that the air was forced from his lungs. Jordan gently slapped the his cheek, sat the unconscious man up and took another sip of her water. She placed her glass on Hank's head and simply stated. "Next."

There was attitude and an air of confidence in her voice that seemed to just piss the mercenaries off as the two bikers, Biggie and Tiny pushed their way through for a chance to claim their share. Looking more like wrestlers than fighters with their arms stretched out and feet wide apart Jordan ran and slid between the first Biggie's legs with an elbow up piercing his testicles leaving him sucking wind, eyes bulging and on his knees.

As she came to a stop Jordan pressed into a handstand while kicking at Tiny's temple. The vicious blow had him teetering, holding his hands out for balance. Jordan wanted to finish these two off and seeing the second biker stumbling towards his friend she leapt into the air bringing her elbow down on the back of Tiny's head. This drove him down onto Biggie who still was not recovered yet.

Biggie tapped the floor while Tiny was unconscious laying on top of his buddy. Jordan raised her glass and took another sip. Her confidence was out right cockiness and one last challenger pushed his way through the mercenaries.

She set her glass of water onto Tiny's head. Looking up she smiled. "Really? The legendary San Fransisco Samarai?" Jordan played it as if she was a huge fan of the Japanese karate champion. "Hiroko...ah, something like that, isn't it?" Hiroko was the feminine name. Hiroki was his actual name.

This infuriated the west coast karate champion and the fight was on. Hiroki postured with fake punches and kicks to demonstrate his speed and agility. Jordan countered with a Bruce Lee style set of quick short punches that were so fast it was difficult to see her hands. She finished her posturing with a 360 degree leap into the air firing three kicks before landing to the astonishment of all that were present.

Jordan bowed politely but Hiroki charged knowing his best chance would be to surprise her. But with precision punches to the solar plexus stunning Hiroki his plan backfired like so many before him. He was shell shocked and trying to find some air to breathe after Jordan emptied his lungs with the rapid fire Wing Chun punches.

Jordan momentarily thought to kick him through the restroom door but the sight of seeing the west coast karate champion hunched over was dramatic enough for one day. Showing a mercy that the great Bruce Lee may not have shown.

Again she picked up her glass of water, which was still more than half full and took another sip. "Anyone else?" There was not so much as a twitch from the remaining mercenaries fearing the tiny torturer's deadly moves. "No?" She raised an eyebrow. "Drinks on me!" As she placed the glass atop Hiroki's head she winked at him.

With that the grown men collectively breathed a sigh of relief. The voices could be heard overlapping each other's. "Not a chance in hell I was going to attempt that." "I like my balls, thank you very much!" "I need a drink and hand in my man card."

All very amusing to the little girl from Pasadena. As she made her way to the bar she sat next to Wade, held her hand out to Weasel and offered two words. "My half."

"Ah, this has never happened before! There has never been a challenger ever win back their money. We'll have to go to a judges decision." Weasel looked at Wade. "What do you think, Wade?"

Wade raised both eyebrows. "Since I am not gonna fight the ginzu knife, I would give her the fucking money!" He held both hands up as if he were surrendering.

"Fuck me!" Weasel began calculating the bar tab. "Well after a round of drinks, the broken tables and two broken chairs and don't forget your glass of tap water....ah it comes to 435 dollars!" He slowly showed his math work to Jordan.

"You carried a two instead of a one. I would say 425." Jordan grabbed five hundred dollars from the bar. "Keep the change."

Weasel reached down behind the bar and Wade shook his head. "Wease! What are you doing?"

Weasel pulled his hand up and slid it across the top of the bar, stopping in front of Jordan. Lifting his hand exposed the metal business card he pulled from the crappy little safe. "What? Did you think I was gonna pull a gun on her? I am pissing myself as we speak!"

Jordan turned to Wade. "So you use blades and a gun?"

"Yeah, you know that's my thing. Slice and dice...fill them with lead. So you heard of me, huh?" Wade was being cheeky.

"A little overkill, wouldn't you think?" Jordan's stare scared the cheeky look from Wade's face.

"Well, some are really bad men that want to kill me. Like, Juggernaut." Wade made an exaggerated motion ripping him in half.

"Hmmm, was that a warning?" Jordan looked at Wade for confirmation.

"Well, yeah! He is the biggest baddest motherfucker to walk the earth! Yes, I am warning you, he's not as nice as these cream puffs." Wade looked serious this time.

"So you don't want to come along?" Jordan quipped.

Wade laughed loudly. "Are you out of your fucking mind? And do what?" He asked sarcastically.

"Be my cameraman. You know it is difficult taking selfies when you are kicking ass?" Jordan's suggestion pissed Wade off.

"You want a cameraman? WOW, you are a cocky little school girl!" Wade went to touch Jordan's silky black hair.

Jordan backhanded Wade's nose, picked up a napkin, put it in his hand and placed his hand to his nose. "Never touch the hair."

"Yeah, I got the message. Thanks!" Wade spoke with a nasally voice.

"I guess you are not in? Too afraid of being torn in half again?" Jordan egged Wade on.

"Why do you have this death wish?" Wade asked Jordan.

"Let's just say it's just business." Jordan suggested.

"Business, eh?" Wade countered.

"Yes, the business of accountability. No one protects a slave owner without being accountable." Jordan explained her reasoning. "Not even Juggernaut." The Unlikely Assassin stood and walked out the front door of Sister Margaret's with the bounty card.

She made her way to her matte black motorcycle when Wade rushed out repeating one word. "Okay, okay, okay."

"See ya tomorrow, Mr. Pool." Jordan slipped her helmet on, started her bike and made it screech as she left behind a huge skid mark and Wade choking on the smoke.

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