The South Side Massacre
If anything could be said for Lady Chang-su, it was that she had a lot of nerve.
Normally when you're kidnapped, bound and blindfolded and dragged into a basement by sailors one gets a little shaken, but not the Lady. Tied to the chair she sat there like she was winning in a game of poker, royal flush and everything. Johnny was very impressed, so he let her sit like that for as long as she could.
Two days later she spoke, "I want to talk to Johnny." Like I said, the Lady had some nerve. Another day passed and she said "Johnny I know you're there."
"Spot on Spider!"
"To what do I owe the pleasure of being brought here?"
"Ah now thersa' question, figure your way round the chair and think maybe I should be asking things? Aye?"
"What?" And Johnny leans in real close and says in his mean "I'm not playing games voice"
"Where is Mickey?"
"I don't know."
"Where is Mickey?"
"Johnny." And he slaps her like he slaps a man. Cringing only for a second she lets out a growl colder than the cement floor she's found herself on.
"I kin'see you're a right proper sort so I won't waste me time, aye? Aye?"
"Yes," through gritted teeth.
"Where...is...Mickey? I want you t'know that you 'av my word yull come to no harm if y'tell me where he's at. But if you keep playing hard to get then you'll die in this room. Die of thirst, die of starvation. Or freezing? I fancy the idea of you right well in that chair tied up without any clothes on," and he cuts some of her dress off with his knife.
"I can make a phone call and find out. I don't know myself." She's furious.
It takes a while but finally Johnny gets a cell phone, the Lady is still on the floor shivering a little from the cold. Basements are like that. He asks for the numbers and puts the phone to her face. Suddenly she's smiling like she was having a picnic. She speaks in Korean but we hear Mickey's name. She pauses for a while, smiles and says "Kill him."
A lot of nerve, that one.
We beat her to a pulp and fed her to the dogs, and Johnny got a new tattoo.
In the days to come enough blood was spilt to drown congress, supposing they didn't drink it fast enough anyway.
Normally when you're kidnapped, bound and blindfolded and dragged into a basement by sailors one gets a little shaken, but not the Lady. Tied to the chair she sat there like she was winning in a game of poker, royal flush and everything. Johnny was very impressed, so he let her sit like that for as long as she could.
Two days later she spoke, "I want to talk to Johnny." Like I said, the Lady had some nerve. Another day passed and she said "Johnny I know you're there."
"Spot on Spider!"
"To what do I owe the pleasure of being brought here?"
"Ah now thersa' question, figure your way round the chair and think maybe I should be asking things? Aye?"
"What?" And Johnny leans in real close and says in his mean "I'm not playing games voice"
"Where is Mickey?"
"I don't know."
"Where is Mickey?"
"Johnny." And he slaps her like he slaps a man. Cringing only for a second she lets out a growl colder than the cement floor she's found herself on.
"I kin'see you're a right proper sort so I won't waste me time, aye? Aye?"
"Yes," through gritted teeth.
"Where...is...Mickey? I want you t'know that you 'av my word yull come to no harm if y'tell me where he's at. But if you keep playing hard to get then you'll die in this room. Die of thirst, die of starvation. Or freezing? I fancy the idea of you right well in that chair tied up without any clothes on," and he cuts some of her dress off with his knife.
"I can make a phone call and find out. I don't know myself." She's furious.
It takes a while but finally Johnny gets a cell phone, the Lady is still on the floor shivering a little from the cold. Basements are like that. He asks for the numbers and puts the phone to her face. Suddenly she's smiling like she was having a picnic. She speaks in Korean but we hear Mickey's name. She pauses for a while, smiles and says "Kill him."
A lot of nerve, that one.
We beat her to a pulp and fed her to the dogs, and Johnny got a new tattoo.
In the days to come enough blood was spilt to drown congress, supposing they didn't drink it fast enough anyway.