Washington D.C.
The Queen B!tchThe door to the Queen B!tch flew open, and in came Representative Joe Langley himself, hurriedly walking over to the usual booth where he and his folks sat, dumping his overcoat and hat down and pulling his tie loose.
"Get ready, you fannies", he rasped at the others in the bar. "They're coming."
Again, the door burst open, and a large group of men in dark suits burst in, some of them brandishing Japanese swords and other assorted weapons.
"Everybody, hands on your heads and knees to the g-hrkh!"
One of the men, a large and stocky person, had tried giving orders to the patrons of the bar, but found himself suddenly gripped in a rear naked choke from behind by Jesse, who puffed his chest out and tightened the choke for another three seconds, until the man passed unconscious and flopped onto the ground, pissing his pants as he did so.
At the same time, one of the invaders who was armed with a sword began hacking about wildly, but before he could do much else damage, he found himself in Ash's grip. She had dodged a slash, albeit losing some of her hair and receiving a cut to the face in the process, and with her fingers coiled tightly into his lapel, she quickly pivoted her body inwards, pulled the man forward to break his balance, and then thrust her hip against the man's and cut her foot backwards to sweep the man off his feet. The sword flew out of his grip, and the man hit the ground so hard that a cracking sound could be heard as his head whipped against the parquet floor.
"Heyyy", said Ash to herself with a silly grin. "That was a flawless harai-goshi. Sensei would be proud."
"That's right, you dirty little slut, I'm gonna get you."
One of the men attempted to rush Ash, but was promptly put out of action as Leonie intervened, hopping deftly between them and landing, on his ribs, a spinning back kick, shattering his sternum and sending him flying.
"This other dirty little slut knows taekwondo", said Leonie, glowering mockingly over the man who'd attempted to get her and smiling cruelly, to Ash's amusement. Another man attempted to rush at the two ladies, but was promptly sent reeling to the side- Erwin Carter had entered the scene, landing a straight jab to his face and moving in on him, like a brick wall. The man kicked Erwin in the shin, but Erwin didn't so much as flinch, before punching him again and knocking him out.
By now, the Queen B!tch had erupted into a full-blown battleground. As Joe Langley pushed his way into a clearing, stopping only to stomp on the groin of one of the fallen assailants, the main door of the bar slammed hard open, and in came another familiar, handsome face.
"Paulos Fontana, you absolute wanker."
"Representative Joseph Langley of California 39th District, you are a FUCKING annoyance", Paulos Fontana screamed, pointing at him menacingly and reaching into his coat.
"Yes, I'm well aware of that."
Before Fontana could draw his concealed pistol, Langley had zipped in and grabbed him by the collar, his other hand gripping Fontana's pistol hand and twisting its wrist. Fontana screamed in pain, as the pistol fell out of his hand, and Langley kicked it across the room to Erwin, who picked it up and quickly unloaded the magazine, tossing it far out of reach, to behind the bar counter.
As Fontana attempted to counterattack, Joe Langley grabbed Fontana's sleeve, releasing the man's tie and seizing the lapel of his jacket on the same side, before quickly entering and sweeping Fontana off of his feet and slamming him into the ground, face first. Roaring in anger, Fontana clambered back to his feet, scooted a short distance away from Langley, and then adopted a southpaw Muay Thai stance, licking the blood that was slowly trickling out of his nostril.
"Do not attempt to fuck with me, Congressman Langley", Fontana attempted to taunt Langley, though it came off rather stiff and awkward owing to his clunky diction. "I am also aware of how to engage in unarmed combat."
"We're going to have to end this fight soon", said Joe Langley to Zach and the others, ignoring Fontana and casually shaking his arms to dispel the lactic acid. "We have other things to talk about."
...
Elsewhere in Washington D.C."Jesus Christ, what's happening?"
Just shortly after leaving his office, Congressman Zeke Rousey (R, CA-22) checked his phone. He'd received several messages from Joe, clearly typed in an urgent tone of voice.
zeke be careful
theyre taking action
go home str away n watch ur surroundings
"They're taking action??"
Congressman Rousey had opted, shortly after taking office just barely a month ago, to take public transport back to his suburban apartment in the outskirts of D.C. some distance away from the Capitol. Joe Langley had told him some time ago that he had to be careful with the Capitol police and even with the Secret Service- many of them were now with the Mafia- but at that moment, a deep sense of malaise gripped him in the stomach, as he realised the peril of going totally incognito.
Could the Mafia, perhaps, know who he was?
A motorcycle sped towards his general direction from the distance. Zeke looked nervously at it, as it came closer and closer to the bus stop where he stood, and the headlamp became brighter and brighter.
Oh shit, it can't be-When he finally realised what was going on, Zeke turned round and made a dash for the nearest alley, but it was too late. The motorcycle zoomed in, weaved through the lamps and onto the pedestrian walkway, and chased Zeke down the alley.
"Oh shit! Oh shi-"
The rider, brandishing a baseball bat, swerved masterfully through the alley. Zeke had made the mistake of choosing to run down an alley wide enough for multiple people, let alone one bike. With a swing of the bat, as he ground to a halt just in front, the rider smashed Zeke in the kneecap.
"AAAAHHH!!"
As Zeke collapsed to the ground, the rider got off the bike, still wearing his helmet.
"Congressman Ezekiel Rousey?"
Zeke did not answer. He gripped his shattered kneecap and writhed on the ground in a foetal position, saliva and tears of agony dribbling down his face onto the ground.
"Nothing personal, kiddo", said the rider, brandishing his bat. "Just need you to pass a little message to your mentor, Joseph Langley. Don't worry, you ain't gonna die. The doctor will just have to cut your legs off once I'm done, is all."
And with that, the rider undid his tie and used it to gag the wounded Congressman, before proceeding to land a flurry of vicious, merciless blows onto Zeke's legs, smashing them to a pulp. He'd left the engine of his motorcycle on, so between that and the Congressman being gagged, nobody outside could hear anything.
By the time he was done, Zeke was barely conscious, and his legs were mangled beyond recognition. The assailant lit up a cigarette and stood over the Congressman, before then getting back on his bike and driving off into the distance, just shortly before a passer-by looked in the alley, saw the badly wounded man lying on the ground, and called an ambulance in a flurry of confused screams.