13 Chapter 13

There was the sudden crack of a gunshot and his female partner’s head exploded, hit by a high velocity bullet. The man looked up in horror to see that two newcomers had arrived on the scene. There was a glamorous-looking woman dressed only in stockings, garter belt and bra, holding a smoking gun in her hand. Beside her was a petite Japanese girl—stark naked and holding a sword in her upraised hand.

That was the last thing the man saw. The sword came down and split his head in two.

Kimmy looked like she was about to be sick. “Did you have to kill them? We’re pacifists.”

“They were enemy combatants.” Emma put the gun back in her thigh holster. “Anyway, I’m a British secret agent with a license to kill. It’s my job.”

Suki sheathed her sword. “I don’t have a license but I kill bad guys anyway. I’m a merciless vigilante who doesn’t believe in wasting taxpayer money on rehabilitating criminals—unlike some people.” She gave Tiffany a hard look.