A satisfying feeling washes all over the field agent, her slim fingers tapping against his skin gently while she pressed her front against his back in order to elicit a reaction from him, keeping the muzzle pressed against his lower back. Her knuckles are swollen; she had to fist fight a couple of yakuza on her way to rendezvous with him. Lorraine regrets nothing. A cheeky grin exposes as she hovers her lips over his ear. “We have pending matters to discuss.” She hisses into his ear, breath hot against his cheek. Lorraine stunned him, just like he stunned her when they had each other face-to-face. She had him exactly where she wanted him. A pity, however, that their circumstances were dangerous. Where danger could possibly meet death.
It was all a matter of wit and clever words which lead her to Tokyo to locate him once more. From a few phone calls to meetings with Merkel and some hints The Black Kaiser left behind. It had proven to be easier than the previous time. She’s not worried about her warning. In fact, it thrills her to meet him in a situation where she’s having the upper hand. Where the one pointing the gun at him is her.
“I wouldn’t want you to be killed. It’d be a disappointing fate for you.” She purrs, brushing her lips against his earlobe, her hand dangerously lowering down his navel. “So.. I’d advise you to do as I say and avoid any smart moves, Duncan.” Finally, she allows herself to use his name inside a warning.
It is rare that an associate in this business knows his real name, never mind uses it and he’s sure she has whispered it in his ear to taunt him; to playfully hint that she may know more of his secrets. Regardless, he withholds reaction; refusing to give her any satisfaction. Duncan isn’t the kind of man you ever want to corner; it makes him uncharacteristically reckless; self-destructive even. He’s put too much effort into this hit, to give it up now.
“If you shoot, the men over there will execute you before my body hits the ground.” He laughs lightly, amused by her boldness. “I’m impressed you managed to track me down, but I’m afraid you’ve made one fatal miscalculation Broughton…” The breath the Black Keizer takes is deep as he steadies his stance.
“I rarely obey orders.”
As the rear of Duncan’s head whips back to collide harshly with Lorraine’s face, he uses the stunning blow to twist away from her and try to grab her gun, though as he attempts to take it, a single shot is fired, the bullet immediately carving a painful, bloody trench through his flesh; the bullet travelling straight through the edge of his thigh. There is no time however to acknowledge the wound as all hell is now breaking loose. Instantly Dojima’s men are up from the table, guns drawn to blast anything that even remotely moves. As violent gunfire reigns, waitresses and customers are all felled, to fall to the ground in quick succession, landing in bloody distress.
Duncan’s only hope is to use the chaos as distraction, but as he limps out of the back passage of the club, he knows Lorraine is in close pursuit – a cat with nine lives left, when Duncan has absolutely used all of them.
One by one he is forced to tackle oncoming body guards; a knife to the throat, an axe deflected and thrown straight into the chest of an enemy, a gun liberated and used to shoot two men, one in the head, one in the stomach, another two grappled in a violent and tense fist fight. Somewhere, in the midst of it all, Vizla ends up with a blade lodged in his shoulder, though he is so numb now he’s barely notices it. Leaving a trail of bodies on his wake, the Black Keizer, gun in hand, finally bursts into Dojima’s safe room and after executing three of his men in the blink of an eye, blows a hole straight through the Tojo clan leader’s head and watches as his bloody skull collapses down onto the table in front of him. Mission accomplished.
Turning to leave, it is then Duncan’s leg finally gives and he is forced to stumble and brace himself against the wall before dropping to one knee, head hanging low as the blade in his shoulder begins to twist painfully against bone; he’s getting too old for this shit. Without even looking up, he knows it is Lorraine who now approaches. There is only one bullet left in the chamber of his gun, but in truth, Vizla never intended it for her.
Casting Director: We need a badass, weapons-trained, female action star to play a kickass, virtuous, patriarchy-destroying heroine with a tragic back story who is obviously wlw.
