Jade never fully understood why it was so much more fun to take out the Chinese mobs than it was for others to her. But she did seem to relish in the carnage a bit more. She took her time with them, always making the pain last longer than she should. But then again, when she saw girls bound and gagged in a corner of a musty warehouse, she couldn't help but allow old feelings of hatred to come through.
"<Get the boss out of here!>" She turned her head as a bullet rushed passed her neck. She narrowed her eyes as she drew out her knives from her belt, throwing them to the men with in range. They were each only nicked, but the poison on the blades went to work quickly as the men began to sweat, heave and eventually pass out.
She climbed onto a stack of crates, pulling herself up onto a catwalk where several guns were laying down the cover for this supposed boss. She dove out of the way, and looked for anything she could use to return fire. This is one of those times when she wished she carried a gun.