[I]Two hours earlier...[/I]

Evie didn't like sitting in a bar alone with only her Civ-Grade armour as her protection, but it was the only way to get past the security scanners at the front door. At least the bouncer was content enough to let her through after a brief glance to make sure her bag didn't contain the weapons. 

Of course, she had Ares flying outside the club, with a line through the glass windows to her if anything unexpected happened. Now that the hardest part of the infiltration had started, it was time to start on the exit plan. The blue haired girl sauntered up to the VIP lounge, where the owner say. He smiled at her hungrily and waved off his guards. 

He was quick to have a drink brought up for her. Evie took a sip and feigned surprise before collapsing in a heap. Hiro Yamamoto enjoyed drugging the call girls and bringing them somewhere else for his own entertainment. It was commonplace enough for young defenseless women to end up roofied and locked in a room with a bunch of men, so people rarely batted an eye. The reason why Mr Yamamoto was being paid a visit tonight was because he liked to film torture porn snuff films. Now that shit was bad for business. 

So when the bastard carried her out the backdoor of his club and to a car waiting in the alley, Evie struck. The syringe she had palmed in her hand pricked the man's arm and delivered a fast acting tranquiliser into his system.

It only took an hour for the man to regain consciousness, but found himself unable to move from the neck down. "What the fuck? How...?"

Evie held up her holiday, displaying the bartender's financial details. "Told him to serve me coloured water. Otherwise his daughter's hospital stay would be cut short."

Evie had him strapped to a chair, humming a mellow tune as she tried not to think about the [I]very[/i] specific instructions her client had given her. The Ronin was sure the madame either had a really sick, ironic sense of vengeance, or watched too many of the Saw films. Considering not many people bothered watching old dated films, Evie made a mental note not to fuck up the plan in case she got targeted as well. 

She picked the drill and sighed, really thankful her neural interface allowed her to manage her memories. The visuals of what she was about to do to the poor sod could be filed under "Memories to never revisit" part of her brain. It was only upon hearing the power tool that Yamamoto began struggling and crying out in earnest. 

"What are you trying to do to me, you bitch? You want to torture me, do better than a drill!"

It was just as well he was lying back on the floor and with a sheet over his face. He wouldn't feel a thing and wouldn't know what she was doing until the paralytic wore off and he was allowed to see the nightmare contraption he was in.

It took another half an hour for her to finish attaching every last bit of metal to flesh. Her hands were a bloody mess and she had to refer to a chart every five minutes to make sure she didn't kill the man before the device could do its work. If Goblin wasn't elsewhere on another job, he could have handled this part. She was going to need a lot of bleach and some really strong soap after this. 

When she lifted the chair back up into a standing position and Hiro saw what she had done, abject horror fell upon him as he began losing his shit. Evie walked over to set up the camera in front of the mirror, double checking that everything was set in place.

She returned to him and pressed a remote into his hand. "For later. Watch that screen." She delivered the instructions, not bothering to elaborate, before promptly exiting the space. 

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[I]Present Time[/i] 

The Blooming Rose was a well known brothel on the street. It prided itself on providing "high class girls" to their clientele. To that end, there was a sort of glass display by the door where a couple of girls usually spent their time dancing and performing for the passers by outside, trying to entice them into patronising the establishment. 

Tonight, the display was covered by a black curtain. Evie was set up on the second floor of the opposite building, watching the display through the scope of her rifle. Beside her weapon was a tablet, with shot glasses lined up along one side of it. Inside each shot glass were an assortment of sweets from jellybeans to chocolate drops. 

"I know you're excited but hold it back unless he escapes, okay?" She cooed to her rifle, stroking it gently as she waited for the appointed time. 

"Ladies and gentlemen. I am Madam Scarlet. Most of you know me as the woman who runs half the brothels on this street. For the past year, Hiro Yamamoto has been taking my girls and filming their slow executions. Tonight, I'm returning the favour." A voice came over the speakers that had been hurriedly set up outside the display as the curtain fell away to reveal a bloodied man restrained to am abomination of a chair. 

The chair holding Yamamoto had a pair of pistols strapped to its front legs, each one aimed at one of his knees. The man had no pants on, and instead his genitals were sealed inside the glass container and sealed to his skin with epoxy. "Mr Yamamoto, since you enjoy pain do much, let me give you a taste of your own medicine. Those pistols will fire within five minutes of this recording ending. You have a remote in your hand. It activates the kettle glued to your crotch. That's right, you heard correctly, that is a kettle. You are going to boil your own balls off if you want to leave that chair alive. If your finger leaves the button for even one second, the pistols fire."

The lights came on an a countdown was projected on the glass. The crowd on the street stopped in their tracks to watch as the trapped man struggled useless against his bonds, yelling curses and profanities that didn't quite make it through the glass. When it dawned on him that he had to comply to live, he tightened his grip on the remote and clenched his teeth, subjecting himself to the torment. 

The man's screams were loud enough to be heard on the other side of the glass, muffled though they were. The liquid in the device glued to him was dyed red as the flesh cooked. Evie took a shot of candy as she hit the corresponding button on the tablet the glass had been aligned with.

>>Releasing Restraints...

The chair let Hiro Yamamoto go as the man fell to the floor and tried crawling away to find an escape route and get out. Evie sighed picked up another shot as she hit the second button just as the man regained enough senses to stand up weakly, leaning against the glass wall and facing the audience, fists pounding uselessly against it as he pleaded for help. 

No one rushed to his aid. Nobody wanted to piss off whoever it was that had done this to the sorry fool. Evie looked down at her screen, at the button that said "ARMED" in bright green letters and tapped it. Microexplosives in the man's shins detonated, breaking his legs and causing him to fall back down to the ground as the glass wall slid away and dropped him out into the street. 

Even through the pain and shock, Yamamoto continued crawling, clawing at the pavement to put as much distance between him and his own torture chamber. He didn't get very far before Evie picked up the third shot glass and hit another button. This time, a second set of explosives went off in a rib, fracturing it and making it harder to breathe. A countdown started on her screen, timing the next detonation for the next rib in line. It had been such a pain in the ass rigging up small, miniscule bombs that would only break a single rib and not kill him with the concussion outright, not to mention plant them on the actual ribs without breaking them first.

By the time the last bomb went off, Yamamoto was gasping for air, struggling to take in as much air as he could with all his ribs broken and stabbing at him each time he inhaled. The main door of the brothel opened as Madam Scarlet herself walked out, shotgun in hand. "This is what will happen the next time someone hurts one of my girls without her permission or mine." She called out to the street, as she planted her shotgun to the man's face and blasted off his jaw. 

There was a knock on the door of Evie's roost as a pretty, young girl dressed in fine gown and elegant make up walked in. "Madam Scarlet was very pleased with the show. The rest of the payment has been wired, and she says you can come visit us any time, no charge."

Evie grunted her acknowledgement. Not that she would ever take up the offer. She had taken the contract because it paid well and Hiro Yamamoto was scum. She didn't expect Miss Scarlet to be even more terrifying. The blue haired Ronin decided within five minutes of meeting the woman that she never wanted to be in the same room again. 

A message came in from Mr T at that very moment. Evie picked up her rifle and returned it to the bag. "New job. Maybe some other time." She replied to the messenger girl, who smiled politely and bowed out of the room. 

Leaving the building in a hurry, Evie spared only a glance at the bloody mess Yamamoto's corpse had left behind before gunning her motorcycle and speeding off.