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Vignette of Anne Payton Female Spy


Another adventure from the COIL spy's mission dossier.


           VIGNETTE 20
 
 
Amidst the clanking glasses and the rat a tat of knives Anne heard the steady din of multiple footsteps approaching and the parting of the sound as they did, the clank of chairs being pushed back and hurried steps of ladies heels along with the scuffle of men’ shoes.  She chose to ignore them for the minute and concentrate on the work of art sitting on the plate before her, even as the man preparing the next delicacy set down his knives and backed away from his preparation area right in from of her.  A delicate touch picked up the Nigiri-sushi between her chopsticks and brought it up to eye level slowly turning it about as her eyes took in the delicate beauty of the construction and the artisans touch in its creation.  Her tongue moved slowly across her lips as she anticipated the explosion of orgasmic flavour she was about to experience.
 
‘You’ve got a !@#$ of a lot of nerve still being around gaijin!’ a voice said from behind her.
 
Anne took a bite of the delicacy then placed the remainder back on the plate and took a sip of her Orion Premium before the voice became a face in front her and a fist slammed down dangerously close to her meal.
 
‘And you have a lot of nerve disturbing my meal,’ she answered.
 
‘You are either very tough or very stupid, this is our district, nothing happens here that we don’t know about or let happen.  You are not among friends so I vote for very stupid, what say you?’ he smiled nastily at her.
 
‘I’ve been accused of that in the past but truthfully I don’t much care what you think!’ Anne answered as she took another bite of her food.
 
A couple of snickers came from his entourage which quickly fell away as he shot a nasty glance that way then turned back to Anne. 
 
‘You’re not going to care about much for too much longer Gaijin !@#$!’ he said as he spat on the piece of Sushi she was about to pick up with her chopsticks.  ‘Forget that !@#$ I got a chopstick to stick in your mouth,’ he said and laughed and his group laughed along with him.
 
Anne took a causal sip of her beer set it down and turned toward him with a disarming smile on her face. 
 
‘That sounds great but you know I think I have an even better idea? How about I stick my chopsticks in you!’
 
A flash later the spy stabbed the two ends of her chopsticks into his neck then used the flat of her palms to drive the chopsticks all the way in and almost out the other side of his neck.  Blood gushed and spurted out of the wound as he screamed turning about before slumping on the bar and falling to the floor taking Anne’s Sushi and beer with him.  His cadre barely had time to react, which was unfortunate, as Anne already had.  Clutching the two knives the chef had left in front of her Anne crossed her forearms at shoulder height and flashed them across her chest taking out two more of his men as crimson erupted from their necks, hands reflexidly covering the wound as they sunk to their knees and then keeled onto their sides.  The spy’s eyes flashed about, her vision catching hold of a bright metallic glint for a millisecond long enough for her to process and react to the danger.
 
‘Fool never use a nickel plated high polished weapon, it’s an early warning device!’ she though as one knife sailed from her hand and toward its target hitting home perfectly as the agonizing scream told her.  Anne darted toward the distressed voice, but between her and it stood an obstacle in the form of a large male.  Anne readied the knife then snapped her wrist, the steel cutting the air with fierce sharpness until it sailed between his legs just missing his package and thumped into a wooden pillar his slight jump saving his package but dooming him in the process.  The sexy spy was on him, her throw did as she intended, it distracted him from her, she not the knife was the real menace.
 
Anne delivered a sharp flying kick to his stomach then a bone crushing double chop to his collar bones the audible cracking of the bones telling her she scored a double triumph.  Still the man tried to counterattack, he swung widely with both hands left and right, Anne easily bobbed and weaved to avoid the hits then drove her left leg up and into his neck in a standing side kick her gorgeous body protracted out in a perfect straight line from her foot against his neck to her head barely and inch off the floor.  Anne reached and closed her hand around the hilt of the knife and yanked it free.  Her blow to the neck had crushed his windpipe, a killing strike, still as she released her leg it was as if her body was a tensed spring that swung up and deposited the knife into his throat pinning him against the pillar. 
 
The COIL agent closed her hands around the pillar and ran a circle around it before letting go and launching herself into the air toward her next foe.  Just as he was about to pull his knife free of his impaled hands Anne’s foot slammed into it driving the hilt back into the wood and breaking his other hand at one and the same time.  He screamed and reached for the knife handle trying desperately to get a grip on it with his damaged hand.  Anne raised her leg and drove her knee into the small of his back ramming his frame against the wall.  She leaned in seized his chin in her hands and pulled back with a sharp thrust the room filling with the cracking of the vertebrate in his back.  She released his body now bowed backward into an impossible contortion the pain etched forever on his frozen face.
 
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‘Hi-Hee!’ Anne heard in an approaching voice that announced its arrival with a driving straight leg kick to the side of her face, a blow that crashed her backward several steps before she tripped over debris and feel to the floor.
 
The sexy spy narrowly avoided another kick just managing to turn her body sideways and the slipper clad foot of one of the kimono wearing restaurants hostess stamped the floor next to her with the same cry coming from her.  Anne rolled again, quicker this time as she recovered from the blow, up onto one knee on her side and snapped her leg from the knee down connecting perfectly with the back of the woman’s knee. The agent let her momentum from the kick carrying her on in the circle her body rising and coming to its feet all in a fluid dynamic motion, a second spin improved her velocity as she jump and delivered a spinning back heel kick to the side of the hostess’s head sending her into a spin of her own until Anne grabbed her arm and judo tossed her into yet another oncoming assailant who took the full force of the flying object and crashed through an ornamental paper wall, against a table and finally bouncing his head off a chair back.
 
‘Two for the price of one,’ the spy thought allowing a brief crinkling smile.
 
‘Banzo!’ came another voice and foot rushing buy her face that somehow she managed to avoid, her reactions autonomic, such was her training.
 
Another hostess, this one spun and delivered a chest high kick that Anne blocked.  She followed up with a series of complex punching and kicking techniques that used a random pattern.  Short sharp strikes mixed with snapping knee kicks that intermixed with full front scissor roundhouse and whirlwind kicks and sweeping arm blows.  It reminded the spy of a perfect mix of Thai Boxing, Wushu and Karate and deadly troika but one for which fortunately she had the measure of skills to defend.  Anne blocked inside and out, forearms in close, then extended as she parried the blows while her legs danced with her partners.  The dull thud of blocked blows came a went in such a rapid succession that it merged into one droning sound until Anne’s leg came up a fraction quicker allowing her to come higher up the leg of her opponent just enough to block and then instantaneous continue the motion, her leg straightening as she connected to the jaw of the woman breaking the stalemate.  She followed it up with a sharp rap to the kidney and a high knee to the stomach doubling the woman over just as planned.  A well-placed foot at the base of her pelvis, a backward roll and forceful push as she released her sent the woman, kimono billowing as she sailed through the air and crashed onto a table breaking it and her as well.
 
The lithe lady continued the roll back and onto her feet before continuing the procession with a series of back walkovers, her driving pinwheel motion keeping what was left of her attackers at bay.  A final back flip, hands free was needed, not for show but for tell, the tell was released from the belt loops on her pants and dipped it into the Koi Pond as her head passed near the floor, the wet limp belt was a smooth gleaming hard sword as she landed on her feet just in time to meet her final two assailants, each brandishing a sword of their own. 
 
Anne cross blocked the first strike, slid her left leg out perpendicular from her body and slide closer to the floor her opponents blade coming with her.  A spinning sit sweep from the aforementioned leg took his out from under him; a snap kick to the back of his head forced him forward at violent pace then snapped his torso back to the floor with an audible thud.  The super spy spun on one knee like a break dancer and braced her arms as his partner’s sword clanged down on hers and off on an angle to the floor as Anne’s sword and intended.  The cool classy female pushed up and launched herself into the air, the point of the sword holding firm in the wood floor giving her purchase was the blade acted as a pole vault for her scrumptious body.  High up above and behind her foe she went, her magnificently trained form twisting and somersaulting in the air before a kick from both her legs to his back send him flying away from her. 
 
The spy lightly landed tucked into and rolled forward grabbed his left behind sword with one hand and hers with the other.  A simultaneous toss sent his across the room then into and through him pinning him to the wall at chest level.  Her sword came back to earth as she exited from her tuck, straightened to her feet, crossed one leg over the other in the air at waist height and drove the hilt of the sword into the opponent on the floor finishing off the last of her challengers.  Anne brushed her clothes walked over to a mirror and checked her look, did a few adjustments and elegantly walked to the exit.  The night was still young; it was Tokyo and there was always another place for Sushi. 
 
 
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