Teaku Baga


Zero Section contacting their best agent... Dragon Doll... their investigation of the Order Of Assassins having turned up a surprising fact... the leader is none other than right-wing politician Teaku Baga... the vehement anti-tax ranter stirring up trouble all over Japan... it would look bad if they moved on him in the open... but the head of the OOA must be removed...

Dragon Doll double checks her intelligence with an old Yakuza friend... the story checks out... and apparently Baga's xenophobic rhetoric is real as well... the man truely hating all non-Nipponese... even those loyal to Japan... Yumi's French-Vietnamese heritage boils... she might enjoy this job... but first she'll need to get past his guards... the Perimeter Patriots...

Baga ostensibly living in the penthouse apartment of an ordinary cityblock in central Tokyo... in reality packed with legions of his Assassins... a frontal assault might be suicidal... but even sneaking in will be difficult...

Dragon Doll observes the highrise for a full week... taking stock of all the patterns of movement... and the workings of the staff... Baga supplied regularly with girls from a certain service... and so Yumi binds the woman in the call center... takes Teaku Baga's call... and agrees to send out a girl immediately... "Hai... we have Yumi Sushi for you Mr. Baga..."

The doormen expecting you when you arrive... making sure to search you thoroughly... perhaps over-thoroughly... only allowing you into the elevator to the penthouse suite when they are fully satisfied that you are carrying no weapons whatsoever... little realizing that you are yourself a weapon...

Dragon Doll endures the search as though bored... obviously wearing only a thong beneath the red silk dress... a hobbling sheath wrapped tightly about her muscular little body... against which not only tits and ass... but even her calves bulge when she walks... she wonders if her sandals or the band that holds her ponytail will be allowed...

Both sandals and ponytail going through... the guards evidently seeing nothing deadly about either... having never been on the receiving end of one... the lift carrying you up to the top floor... flanked on either side by two black-suited bodyguards... finally coming out into the penthouse... Baga waiting... smirking as he looks you over...

Dragon Doll bows politely... long jet black ponytail twitching... her hands sweeping down to her sandals... pulling up the post of each... posts which prove to be spring-loaded blades... as she straightens and her hands come up in twin arcs... calculated to slit the throats of the two flanking guards...

The guards not even having time to blink... but crumpling to the floor... as Baga's smirk turns to shock for a moment... before he assumes a fighting stance... "I don't know if you were sent by my competitors... but you chose the wrong target... you face a full-blooded Nipponese warrior now..."

Dragon Doll grins... extending her tongue to lick blood from her twin blades... as fiery eyes hold those of the dirty politician... "Good... Yumi not full-blooded... but love Nippon more than Teaku ever could..." twirling the blade in her left hand and then letting it fly at his neck...

Baga snarling and raising an arm to block the strike... the blade clanging as it strikes the sleeve of his black suit... cloth slit to reveal a steel bar underneath... "I never go anywhere unarmed... my suit may look normal, but it is reinforced to make killing easier... one must keep up appearances..." The evil politician spinning into a kick...

Dragon Doll narrows the flames of her eyes... forearm sweeping around to brush the kick aside... as she thrusts the remaining blade forward... aiming for that soft spot under his raised arm... where armor is frequently at its weakest... and the chest cavity within a blade's length...

The blade slipping between the concealed plates of the suit of armor... stabbing into Baga's chest... the politician screaming in pain as you twist the knife... and aim for the heart...

Dragon Doll tries to drive the blade all the way into the heart before screaming man's instinctive reaction pulls it away from her... the handle protruding from beneath his arm... a smirk on her lips as she steps back in anticipation of him falling at her feet to bleed out...

The politician already dead... but staggering back instead of forward... colliding with the plate glass window and falling out into the street... a very messy and public end... which hits the morning papers with the headline SILK SHADOW ASSASSINATES BELOVED POLTICIAN... once again the media painting you as the villainess...

(Feb 2010)