Enter the Bad Guys...

"DAMN IT!!" shouted Abram as he slammed his fist angrily on the desk, "How could you have let four measly witches get away?!"

                            "But Sir," Crog said, "When I went to retrieve the witches, they weren't the only ones there."

            Abram raised an eyebrow at his skinny assistant, "Who else was there?"

                                "Monsters," He said nervously, "Four, giant, green monsters."

            Abram pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily, "Any specific details about these monsters that I should know about."

                                "Yes, they were all armed with weapons and they each had on different colored masks like things. One of them was even carrying tons of electronic gadgetry…" Crog said but stopped talking when Abram raised a hand.

                                "Crog… I think you need some time off." He said as he turned to look out his office window, "Oh and those witches you lost will be coming out of your paycheck."

                                "But Sir, I'm not crazy," Crog said as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone, "I can prove that there were monsters there that night."

            Just then a knock came at the door to the office and then a tall beautiful Asian woman walked in, closing the door behind her.

                                "Forgive me for intruding," she said emotionless, "but have you seen the news, Sir?"

                                "Not yet." Abram said slightly annoyed, "I have been otherwise… preoccupied."

                                "Then I suggest you take a look at this." She said as she turned on the TV.

            A recap of yesterday's news was being broadcasted. Firefighters were scrambling to put out the fire in central park but all he noticed was the redhead in the black biker jacket.

                                "Let me see that video." He said as he snatched the phone away from Crog.

He looked at the footage on the phone and started to smile wickedly, "Ooo that one is a fighter and a beauty too."

His smile then turned into a frown as the camera then turned to four large green figures.

                                "Well, well, the Ninjas of New York are not a myth after all." He muttered to himself then tossed the phone back to Crog and said, "You are off the hook about the whole monster thing. I believe you now."

            Crog let out a sigh of relief and asked, "So, we can forget this whole thing right?"

            Abram let out a small chuckle and said, "You lost four witches, Crog. Not one or two, but four full blown witches. So, to make this quick… you're fired."

            He then turned around, walked over to his desk and sat down. He then snapped his fingers and smiled wickedly. Crog's eyes widened as he then looked over at the Asian lady with a panicked look on his face. He looked at her side and she had a sword that wasn't there a moment ago. She drew the sword and pointed it at him.

                                "Jetta, don't do this, please." He begged.

                                "I'm sorry Crog," she said, stepping closer, "but you know as well as I do that if a bound witch goes against her master… the consequence could be deadly."

                                "Enough talk, finish him already Jetta." Abram said.

                                "Yes master." Jetta said and with one swift motion drove her sword straight into Crog's stomach.

In less than five seconds after being stabbed with the sword, Crog quickly started to turn to ash.

Jetta sheathed her sword  with a slight flourish and then turned to Abram, "Shall we address the other issue at hand now?"

                                "I don't know what you're talking about." He said casually as he twirled around in his chair.

                                "That redhead on the news, you recognized her didn't you?" Jetta asked a bit forcefully.

            Abram stopped twirling and sighed, "All I can say is that she is bad for business and must be eliminated immediately."

                                "It shall be taken care of, Sir." Jetta said as she bowed her head slightly.

                                "Very well, make sure you take care of it." He said as he casually waved his hand, "Oh and Jetta… don't screw this up."

            Jetta nodded her head then turned around and walked out the door.