[center][color=8dc73f][b][h3]Sajan[/h3][/b][/color][/center]

Sajan was half way through combing her hair when she got the call. She was half tempted to drop everything and get out their immediately, but the Sikh combing practise had traditional significance, and now she had the man that came up with the practise breathing down her neck. As much as she wanted to put this "Beta" scumbag in the ground, she could hardly leave behind a 400+ year old tradition just to get to put down douchebags faster. God only knew she was definitely going to try and hurry it along, however. Once finished, she exited her residence and started the drive to the target's location. Naturally, this jackass was hiding out in some kindof dive bar. Alcohol was forbidden in the Sikh faith, so Sajan had little reason to ever visit such a place, though she had certainly been informed of their existence. She could only hope she wouldn't be expected to drink anything besides water.

[color=8dc73f][i]'So I'm thinking, Guru Ji...'[/i][/color] It still felt strange for Sajan to speak so casually with one of the most significant figures in her religion. But then, a Guru was supposed to provide wisdom and guidance, so it only made sense to ask him questions, from a certain point of view. [color=8dc73f][i]'...I'll go in there, I'll try to lure him out, get him somewhere quiet, and then stick him with the Kirpan. Sound good?'[/i][/color]

[color=fff200][i]'It is not what I would do.'[/i][/color] The Guru began. [color=fff200][i]'But these are exceptional times, and you must do what works for you. Your plan is tactically sound, if nothing else. The only question will be if it holds up in practise.'[/i][/color]

[color=8dc73f][i]'What WOULD you do, Guru Ji?'[/i][/color] Sajan inquired.

[color=fff200][i]'You must know my stories; I would not attack this man before he attacked me. But I cannot blame you for taking the proactive approach in defense of others. Besides that, it is not my place to dictate your actions. God has decreed that I play the role of servant, and so I shall.'[/i][/color]

Silently acknowledging his words, Sajan carried on to their destination. Upon arrival, Sajan was sure she would stand out in this festering pit. She had taken to wearing a suit in Japan, as while it was hardly a traditional Sikh outfit, it served as perfectly modest clothing as well as acceptable work attire. In this dingy bar, however, it was sure to be distinct from the common clothes the patrons were sure to wear. But it hardly mattered what she wore, as people tended to give her enough odd stares for wearing a turban, and she definitely couldn't afford to take that off. She was hoping it might ultimately work to her advantage, as standing out against all these cheap floozies may well catch her target's attention. That was precisely what she wanted right now.

Striding right on in, she took no notice of the stares of a few as she sought out her prey. The man wasn't making any effort to hide himself, so it wasn't hard. Approaching him, she simply stood near him and gave him a smile. [color=8dc73f]"Hey sailor. Having fun?"[/color] She asked him. It was up to him what happened next. Worst come to worst, she could defend herself quickly with her regular Kirpan hidden on her person, but that was the last resort. With luck, she could get this guy somewhere she could take him out with little fuss.

[@The Irish Tree]