Iroh is the nicest villain (westerndragon) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-22 15:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, azula, iroh, mayuri kurotsuchi, motoko kusanagi, ty lee |
You’ll be safe.
Who: Azula, Iroh, Mayuri, Motoko, Ty Lee
Where: Iroh's club
What: a sting gone wrong
When: Monday night 5/20
Warnings/Rating: R for violence, grievous PC injury, and all sort of bad stuff that happens when an Interpol agent tries to take down a firebender.
Status complete
This was it. Motoko had almost enough evidence, that she thought she could get him locked away. Behead the Fire Nation. Take it down, forever and ever. She had the leverage, she thought, with his family. It wouldn’t be wise to threaten them directly, she knew.
She was waiting for Ty Lee, with the last bit of information she needed.
Ty Lee looked thoughtful when she caught up with Motoko. She was thoughtful, running through the plan over and over so she’d remember her part. Everything was in place, this was it. Iroh would have his chance to defend himself, and whatever he did wouldn’t reflect on his family.
She waved, but her expression remained guarded. She didn’t trust Motoko, not one bit. “You have the paperwork?”
Motoko reached into her suit jacket, and pulled out the paper work. “I do.” She waggled it, then flipped it open. “You can look at it if you want.”
Azula was already waiting, for the right signal. To assist her Uncle - or to take him down.
Ty Lee took the papers and began to look through them, to make sure they said about what she wanted them to say. She nodded, and handed over a paper with an address. “That’s his club. I can get you into the VIP area, it’ll be easy for someone like you to gather intelligence on the place.” The VIP lounge was mostly just there for people to shoot up in a convenient location. She hoped this plan would work.
“You’re doing the right thing.” She squeezed Ty Lee’s shoulder. “You’ll be safe. It’s over now, ma’am.”
Ty Lee nodded. “Yes.” She smiled, trying to look somewhat uncertain. “I hope it is. Will you need a ride there, or will you follow me?”
“I’ll follow. I hope you understand my caution. Not that I don’t trust you, but it doesn’t preclude someone else having caught wind of all of this.”
Ty Lee nodded. “Best to have your escape method, I understand.” She smiled. “It’s best to be cautious, though Iroh will be pretty vulnerable. Khamul met his inevitable end over the weekend.” She went toward Azula’s car, taking deep breaths to keep her calm. She could do this. They could do this. It was all worth it as long as they had these papers.
“Thank god.” She climbed into her car, and started the engine. This was going so smoothly that she really ought to be worried.
The drive to the club was uneventful, and they had no trouble getting in with Ty Lee on Motoko’s arm. She winked and flirted with the doorman, but pretended not to know the plants in the club. She hoped Motoko wouldn’t be able to spot that almost half the patrons were there to protect Iroh.
Motoko looked around lazily, like she was just a bimbo. But she had an air of worry and tension. She was glady she brought that syringe from Mayuri - this could turn bad very quickly. "Beautiful club."
Ty Lee shrugged. It was a nice place, the DJ was pretty good and the drinks were supposedly the best of the club scene’s offerings. She sauntered past another pair of guards and led Motoko into a room with semi-private tables, which was even nicer than the club at large. Ty Lee knew this part of the club well, and there were other girls of dubious legality strutting their stuff on the stage she’d once occupied. She winked at one, who blew her a kiss. They were good girls, and that one in particular was a real firecracker. Motoko would have her hands full.
Motoko burst into a grin. "Well this is unexpected. Welcome." She flashed one of the girls a grin, and stroked a hand down her arm. She didn't let her guard down. She knew this could be a trap. It probably was a trap. "But unexpected."
Ty Lee chuckled. “Where else would the perverted old man be?” She asked with a laugh. She sat next to Motoko, sending the text she had open on her phone without taking it out of her pocket. That was the signal.
Motoko laughed, and leaned back in her seat. “I almost don’t want to take him in.”
Ty Lee licked her lips. “He’s not much like his brother. I don’t owe him any loyalty, but he’s no Ozai.” She didn’t want this to get bad. She wanted immunity, but if Iroh was worth protecting to Azula, then she would try to protect him. “He is never cruel unless pushed.”
“I don’t intend to push. Much. But there’s always a little bit of pushing involved.” She winked at Ty Lee, then pretended to be distracted by some cleavage.
“Do you have enough concrete evidence on him, or would you like to sneak around a little bit more? I can show you all the dirty little secrets this place has to offer.” She whispered, so only Motoko could hear.
“I’ve got everything I need,” she assured Ty Lee. “Safe and secure. In a safe.” Motoko smiled, feeling a little giddy.
A safe, huh. Ty Lee smiled. “Then good luck. I hope Iroh cooperates, I don’t want to see him get hurt.”
The girls all cooed and strode over to the door when it opened. They stood back as a couple men in suits went through, and flocked around Iroh when he stepped out. He smiled brightly, pretending to be taken in by this display of fake affection. He kissed their cheeks and complimented them softly in Japanese. It wasn’t all an act, but they were too young for him to think anything about them besides how cold they probably were in those outfits. It didn’t stop him from pinching one girl’s butt, just to hear her squeak.
Azula slipped out of another room, taking a seat nearby with a drink, and gesturing for Ty Lee.
Motoko, meanwhile decided that Iroh was handsome, and a pervert, and it really was a shame she had to capture him. “I can’t blame you, I want to pinch them too.”
Iroh looked up, and didn’t have to feign the nervous expression that crossed his face. This was it. “Mmm, well, they do love their uncle, don’t you girls?”
They giggled, fawning over him in a mix of English and Japanese. He smiled fondly at them, and kissed each one on the forehead. “Go back to work, kittens.” He shooed them toward the stage, so they could get behind Motoko.
“Their uncle? You really make them call you that?” Motoko leaned forward, and slipped a piece of paper onto the table, and pushing it towards Iroh. “Lets get right to business.”
“Only my favorites.” He noted. They were about Azula’s age, and it was good reminder that he was too old for them. He eyed the paper, and the girls went back to dancing. Ty Lee bounced over to Azula, and ducked into the hallway.
“Well? Him or her?” Azula asked, as soon as she was near.
The note said only one thing. You're under arrest. Come quietly, or your niece and nephew will be indicted too.
Ty Lee exhaled slowly. “Her. She has enough information, and I’ve seen her talk on the network. If she has the information she’s sent it on. She contacted me over a week ago.” She looked back out over the scene. “The dancer with the red hair will be the most trouble, but I won’t act directly against Iroh. I’ve had enough Yakuza after my butt for one lifetime.”
Iroh lifted the paper, one eyebrow raised. He drew out a pen and wrote in neat characters, You have nothing on them, and you will not leave alive He gently slid the paper over again, his face still calm. The girls were watching him. If he stood, or she stood, they’d attack.
"Damn it..." Azula glanced over too. She didn't want to attack her Uncle. She couldn't. "You have the papers? We're immune. We walk out. Whatever happens here, we can have no part of it."
"It's simple. All I want is the head of your organization. Khamul's dead. Ozai's dead. That leaves you. Come with me and the whole thing topples." Motoko's eyes were steely, as she gazed at Iroh. She wasn't afraid.
Iroh made a deep noise in the back of his throat. “That’s a problem for me, Kusanagi. I have a life here, a family. If you found me a year ago, this conversation would go much differently.” He scooted his chair back, and the girls watched like hawks. “I can offer you money, power, whatever it is you desire. But you would not have made it this far if that was your desire. So neither of us can offer the other something we want. It’s come down to this, and I want you to know that this is not what I wanted.”
Motoko sat back with a sigh, palming the gun hidden in her pocket, and sighed. "What I want is justice." She suddenly kicked the table towards Iroh, bolting to her feet, gun rising.
Iroh jumped when she moved, and the girls rushed Motoko from behind. He dodged the table, kicking his chair away. Bright flames appeared in his hands. “Justice is subjective.” He noted, the flames growing in his hands. He didn’t want to hurt Motoko, but he was ready to defend himself. He hoped his niece had enough sense to get out of there, but he doubted it.
Azula was hesitating. All it would take would be a shot of lightning, and Iroh would never see it coming. She grabbed Ty Lee's hand. "Come on. I want to find out how much it costs to have a tattoo removed."
Meanwhile, the interpol agent punched one of the girls in the throat after she'd lost her gun. She parried a punch, took a kick to the stomach and dodged another punch from the other girl. She twisted her body around, dropping her elbow onto the girl's back.
Iroh took a deep breath and ran away. He saw the direction the girls went, and took the opposite route instead. Fighting an international agent was not going to be easy, or his idea of a good time. He hoped the dancers would be okay, but their job was to protect him.
Ty Lee kept up with Azula, and bolted for the car as soon as they hit open air. She had their papers, it was all she’d wanted.
It took another moment, but Motoko grabbed her gun and gave chase. She pulled her phone to call in the local police, but there was no signal. Cursing, she cut down an alleyway, trying to head the man off.
Iroh had time to draw his gun, this time, and when he ran out the back door and saw her he fired at her, taking a moment to make the shot worthwhile. He was committed now, it wouldn’t only end with him being taken in. Even if he killed Motoko and nobody noticed another agent would take her place. He wondered how long he had until it happened.
Two bullets in as many weeks. Motoko was going to take a long vacation after this. She pushed on, ignoring the pain in her stomach as she chased the criminal down. She lifted her own gun, firing twice.
Iroh managed to duck behind the dumpster, but one of Motoko’s bullets raked across his side over his ribs. Grunted in pain, and decided that he was not going to die tonight. He had some loose ends to take care of first.
Fire was easy to summon, and easy to grow. Especially if you didn’t care about controlling it. He grew a conflagration filling the alley in her direction with flames. He lost control of it quickly, and the dumpsters caught fire. He spend down the open end of the alley, and got into his car. He’d promised to see Sarah after this went down, and his need to tie things up with his family was too strong.
“How the hell did he,” Motoko brought her arms up to defend her face as she tried to escape the fire. It quickly engulfed her. She dropped to the ground, rolling, peeling off her shirt and coughing. She couldn’t see for the smoke, and the feel of her skin roasting was a particularly unpleasant (and painful) one. She tugged the syringe out and jabbed it into her side.
Mayuri hadn't expected Motoko to use the surveillance serum. So when one of his monitors blipped to life and made an almost comical honking noise, Mayuri raised his head and scowled, knowing that something had gone terribly wrong.
"Tch, so problematic," he chided a little bit, pressing several buttons on his computer to get the body and brain ready and walking to the nearest elevator, after grabbing his zanpakuto. One never knew when they were going to need the cover of a poisonous purple cloud, and Mayuri didn't like going into things without having enough backup to drop an army.
Out he went and off he flash stepped, all while checking the situation on his smartphone's tracking system. He had her location via GPS and was monitoring her vitals, showing an intense rise in temperature and shock setting in. This was going to be a fine mess, indeed, and he would likely get there in the nick of time, with just enough time to do the procedure and give her a chance at living through this.
It would be fortunate indeed. Motoko coughed once more, and lay still.
She was laying still, when Mayuri seemed to emerge out of thin air, pulling the sword out from where it hung - right between his legs - and saying, "Rip, Ashisogi Jizo." The sword changed from a katana to deformed golden trident with a face depicted on the guard, the mouth opening like the metal was made of flesh, and a sickly purplish smoke spewing past the lips. That removed any immediate threats, and Mayuri doubted that Motoko was past the point of caring if she was poisoned or not. She looked burned to a crisp.
Glaring at their surroundings and unaffected by the poison, he knelt down as the toxic fog swam around them and picked her up under one arm, like a sack of potatoes. In a blur, as though he had erased himself from his own surroundings, they were gone.