Dead Owls

In a dark room, a woman is seated on a throne-like leather chair decorated with different varieties of the human skull. The illumination is poor in the room, therefore, her face is not clearly seen.

"Mt. Chi's defences are gradually weakening, Dragon Fist is fast becoming an old man... we must continue launching the attacks. There is no time to waste..."

A scrawny-looking long-haired man who stood beside the unknown woman like a statue spoke up "Miss, our scouts around the place have informed me that Lu plans to make a visit to the place in few days. He must have some important information since he is coming himself this time"

"then we should waste no time in gathering the men..."

"Miss, since Lu himself is coming this time, it would not be a wise decision for us to invade... Lu is not to be trifled with"

"but we would be able to kill two birds with one stone. We can attack while he is with Dragon Fist. There is no greater advantage"

The man fell silent, in thoughts.

"you are silent..."

"perhaps we can divide the men. One group would be at Mt. Chi while another will lay in ambush for Lu and his entourage"

"when is he visiting?"

"In few days. We do not have a specific date..."

"then find out"

"Yes Miss"

She then starts to rotate the ring on her finger with a vicious look on her face. Moments later, she gets up from her seat, goes close to Yom; her right hand man, and looks at him in flirty way.

"come, make me feel good..." she breathed in his ear

"Yes mistress."

This is the headquarters of the Dead Owls. No one knew their origins but they were presently headed by a woman who liked to collect different games from hunting and hang their skins in her throne room. She rarely came out in the open. Usually, she would pass whatever instruction she had for her men through her right hand man; Yom. Unless it was very essential, she preferred to stay in the dark room which shielded her from the blazing sun. As a result, her skin had become quite pale and fair. She always wore a cunning, calm and brave look; befitting of a leader of a group of hard-core bandits.

Many years ago, her authority had been challenged when she had ordered some of the men to carry out a dangerous mission that would required them to forfeit their lives if it flopped.