February 26, 2050 - 21:12
Da Nang, Vietnam - Nova Oriental Nightclub
"So you were a Marine?" Katya asked. She was listening to her captain's stories and decided to ask
"Yep, signed up right when I was eighteen. My parents tried their best to find a way to help me dodge the draft, but I was young and dumb and decided to go anyway. I was athletic, so I decided to sign up for the Marines instead of the Army."
Harrison paused, picked up his mug of beer, and brought the mug to Katya. Katya responded by clinking her own drink against his mug. Both of them drank their alcohol before returning to the conversation, their faces pinkish as they had quite a bit of alcohol.
"A few months of training before I was deployed to the Pacific front. I've been sent to Korea, Japan, Vietnam, China, Russia, West Asia… Just about any damm major front, now that I think of it."
"That's quite an impressive résumé… to send you around like that… Were you a special force?"
"Yeah, MARSOC. Been through hell and back," Harrison chuckled to himself, "I stayed in the Marines for about ten years, left, tried to be a civies, couldn't, and then I was scouted by the Big Boss herself."
"MARSOC? The Raiders?" Katya's mouth was overflowing with alcohol and saliva, drooling ever since he mentioned that he was one of the elites of the elites.
Harrison found the expression quite hilarious. He nodded to her.
"I didn't think you were with the Raiders. You don't…" Katya stuttered.
"I don't look or act like your typical Raiders?"
"Yea… well… you certainly don't act like the Raiders I've seen on the internet."
"Ah, those… yeah, my personal opinion, I think those guys are either government psyops or already just bombastic like that."
Katya weakly nodded, grumbled a bit to herself, and sipped her drink. Her whole view of one of the elite special forces was shattering right in front of her.
"Enough about me, how about you, Katya? Why a drone operator?" Harry's question pulled Katya back to the moment.
"Well, mostly my parents. They have a certain interest in technology in general and, more specifically, drones. They've been involving me in their hobbies ever since I was a young girl."
Harry listened and nodded along to her story. Katya took it as a sign to continue.
"From what I've heard from them, they used to be in the Unmanned Systems Force. They did recon, battlefield surveillance, search and destroy, resupply… all sorts of stuff. They were both sent to the Russian frontline, along with PACT forces. Back then, Ukraine still used the point system from the Russo-Ukrainian War, so they competed for the top spot on the leaderboard. They didn't even know each other's faces, just that they were competing for the top place. Eventually, they met each other, fell in love, and then I came to exist."
"Love on the battlefield, that's quite romantic."
"Quite so, they told me that story so many times that it's quite hard to forget." Katya snickered.
"Cheers, to love on the battlefield." Harry brought his mug up again.
Katya was about to clink her drink when they suddenly saw people running past their VIP space. Harry's quick observation and experience told him that those were security and bouncers.
Something was forming inside of Harry's stomach, and it was not a pleasant feeling.
"Katya, pick up your stuff, we're checking it out."
Katya, noticing the serious tone in his voice, nodded, packed her things up and followed her captain.
*****
Five Minutes Earlier
Everything was supposed to go smoothly.
Every day during the club's busiest hour, Trung and his underlings would go around the club, finding gullible and impressionable young girls and convincing them to join him and his group for some "fun times."
Most of the time, Trung didn't have to convince them more than twice; just the mention of free booze and drugs was enough to get some of the girls to follow him obediently to his usual private booth. Once they were in his private booth, he and his underlings would get the girls drunk and high, then have their way with the girls once they were docile and mellowed out.
The gang bang, free private booth, free drinks, and drugs that he was offered were more than enough of a reason for him to take the offer. However, on top of all the benefits, he was also offered a generous sum by the club's owner, with the condition that he'd leave the girls alone in the private booth once they'd had their fun.
Tonight was supposed to be no different than any other night. Go in, get girls, have sex with them, leave them in the room, go home and have a good night's sleep, then money would appear in his bank account by the time he wakes up.
Trung found the two good-looking beauties by the bar, a tall, tanned girl and a shorter foreign one, and no other guys with them, by the look of it. He approached the girls, made his usual offer, expecting the girls to accept easily enough.
He was surprised when they rejected him, and even with his strong-arm tactic, they still wouldn't budge. The tanned bitch even dared to slap him and then throw a bottle right at his teeth, knocking his tooth out. That made his anger go off the charts, and he decided to escalate the fight.
Even when he realized that she had some of her guy friends, He still had the numbers advantage. It should have been a one-sided fight for him.
It should have been.
Now, Trung was surrounded.
All around him laid his underlings, beaten and battered, while he was surrounded by the his opponents. He'd been in lots of street fights before, he knew what his underlings were capable of, and somehow, they weren't even a match for this group of people.
Standing in front of him was the tall, tanned girl, her face still had that fucking grin. He swore he'd swipe that grin off her face.
"I told you to fuck off nicely, and yet, here you are, getting your boys beaten up, all because you couldn't take a no for an answer." She told him. "If I were you, I'd just fuck off and get your friends out while you can."
He didn't answer the woman; he wasn't going to give up now, not after he was humiliated like this. He still had one more trick up his sleeve, or more specifically, inside his coat.
In one quick motion, he reached into his coat, pulled out an automatic switchblade, activated the blade, and thrusted it toward her throat.
Before anyone else could react to Trung, My already moved her neck away from the trajectory. She grabbed his wrist tightly, turned her body around, mounted her shoulder underneath his armpit, and executed a perfect Ippon Seoi Nage.
Trung's entire body was lifted over the woman's back and slammed onto the ground. He let out a short breath, gasping as his back hit the floor hard, then a pained grunt as she twisted his arm and disarmed him.
"Haiz… you're one dense montherfucker," the girl said, still twisting his arm, "one last lesson before I let you go."
If looks could kill, Trung's hateful glare would have killed the girl multiple times over. His gaze didn't last long. Upon seeing the girl positioning herself between his legs and one of her legs already raised, Trung's expression changed from a hateful glare to a horrified prey.
"NO NO N…" his begging was cut short.
Her foot had already made contact with his mighty dragon and his dragon balls.
His scream echoed through the club, overwhelming even the countless speakers.
He wasn't the only victim.
*****
My felt a strong sense of satisfaction from delivering a ball(s) dropping experience and performatively dusting off her clothes. Her foot was still firmly planted on the knocked-out man's crotch, his face was scrunged up, and his mouth was foaming with drool.
She finally looked up and checked her surroundings. All around her, people had varying reactions to the fight. Some were cheering, some were jeering, some were frustrated, or ecstatic, depending on whether they bet on her group or against.
It was a strange mixture of emotions, although she did notice a prevalent expression among all the guys, including her squadmates. All of them seemed to have unconsciously covered their crotches, their faces filled with a mixture of cringe and secondary pain.
She chuckled to herself, finding it funny that her finisher move seemed to have an AOE effect on people of a certain sex.
It didn't take long until security and bouncers arrived, having to weave through the crowd of bodies to get to the ground zero.
"Oi, what happened here?" One of the bouncers asked. He was a buff dude with an aura of leadership, probably the main bouncer chief, My thought.
"Oh, these guys here were trying get us to entertain them, and then started the fight when we refused them multiple times."
The buff bouncer raised his eyebrows, clearly showing his suspicion, though, whether it was because of the cause she just gave or something else, My wasn't sure.
"You can ask the bartender there. He was the one nearest to us when this guy here rudely interfered with our night." My pointed to the bartender who served her and Chisato.
The bouncer looked at the bartender, who simply gave a quick nod. That was all he needed to see.
"Alright, your story seems to check out for now, but I'd still have to ask you and your friends to leave this establishment for the night, as you have caused enough trouble already."
"Eh, we're only defending ourselves but ok, reasonable enough."
My didn't try to argue or fight the bouncer's decision. It was true that her group had caused quite a bit of damage while fighting the group of mobsters.
She headed over to Chisato, grabbing and holding her hands tightly, giving Chisato a warm smile to cheer and calm her down. The poor girl probably had a heart attack when she was confronted with the improvised melee. She did well enough handling two guys, though, utilizing the lessons she learned from the past week.
"You did great, Chisato. That was some amazing fighting."
Chisato let out a sigh and returned a smile to My.
"Thank you for the compliment and for that save early. I really didn't know what to do."
"Hehe, maybe I should give you a one-on-one training session, help you train on your self-defense against an armed opponent."
"Oh, please, I'm quite exhausted enough today already."
My then turned toward the guys, who had grouped up and got the girls' side.
"You guys fought hella hard too, I knew you guys could handle some goons."
"Yeah, that was easy enough fighting a bunch of guys who only knew how to fight on the street. It was a pinch, though, being outnumbered by twice the amount," Peter replied, "More importantly, are you two ok?"
"Yeah, I barely saw you through the crowd. I only noticed you when you caught the crowd's attention." Eric commented.
"Yeah, we're good. Those dickheads just wanted to have a quick fuck with us. Thanks for the assist, though."
"Glad to be of service, although I can't help what's about to happen next tho." Peter showed a face of nervousness, looking over My's shoulder.
That was when someone placed a hand on My's shoulder. She didn't have to look to know who it was; she was all too familiar with the shape of his hands.
"I left you guys to have fun for a night, and the next thing I know, you guys were in a fight…" The voice was cold and piercing, giving My the shivers.
She slowly turned her head over to see Harrison, a smile visible on his face and veins on his forehead. Standing behind him was Katya, who showed a rare smile for someone who was introverted and didn't show a lot of external emotion.
My looked back at her squadmates, pleading for help. However, none of them could even look at her; all of them gazed somewhere else, avoiding her and the captain's gaze.
"Seems like I have to teach you again, young lady." Harrison's voice was cold and monotone.
'I REMEMBER THIS, YOU FUCKERS!' She swore to remember the squad's betrayal.
February 26, 2050 - 22:30
Da Nang, Vietnam - Nova Oriental Nightclub's office
Trung was escorted into the office. He was still beaten up and battered, his body was still sore, and his jewels were still recovering some senses.
The bodyguards, who were holding onto Trung's arms, dropped him unceremoniously in front of a desk.
The desk was placed near a large glass panel, providing an overview of the main dance floor. The light emanating from the dance floor down below somehow gave the room an intimidating vibe, especially when the room itself was unlit.
Sitting behind the desk was a well-dressed man with his back leaning against a large chair. He seemed to be in his thirties, his handsome face filled with seriousness, and his gaze was piercing, gazing into Trung's soul. Trung couldn't help but feel intimidated.
"It seems to me that not only did you fail to get any girls today, you've also caused quite a scene in my clubhouse." The man's voice was low and filled with thorn, an octave lower than what his handsome face suggested.
"I'm very sorry, boss, I didn't expect her to…" he was cut off before he could finish his excuse.
"Tsk tsk tsk. I've provided you with many benefits, much more than you deserve, and I only asked for just one thing in return, Mr. Trung," He paused, letting reality seep into Trung's mind, "I just wanted you not to make any mistakes. Answer me, did you make any mistakes?"
"Y…yes…" Trung answered weakly.
"Then… I have no more use for you."
Trung's face turned deathly pale. He prostrated on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.
"Please, boss, I will not make any more mistakes. I'll get you even more girls now, and I don't need any benefits or anything! PLEASE!" He cried.
"Take him away, make sure he won't make any mistakes ever again."
Much to his dismay, the boss turned his chair away from Trung and only waved his hands from the side, silently giving the order.
Noticing the hand signals, the bodyguards went to Trung and dragged him outside the office.
Trung was never seen again.