Preview- The Wolf's Triumph
A/N Coming in 2014, the last installment of The Wolf Chronicles, The Wolf's Triumph. Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with the series so far. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Now for a short preview.
Wu Ten Fat banged his ham-sized fist on the oaken table, glaring at his lieutenants, "A half-ton! A half ton of rose-poppies burning in the middle of Yue Bay along with my best transport. Do you idiots know how much that's going to cost us?"
"About a quarter million Yuans," mentioned the accountant.
"You think I don't know that, moron? What I want to know is who is responsible? What happened to Zheng?" asked the fat gang boss.
One ferret faced lieutenant shuffled nervously in his seat, "Word is the Wolf marked him and left him for the cops."
"The Wolf! The Wolf," Wu Ten ranted, "For six years now I can't take a crap without hearing about the Wolf! I want him dead. I want his head on a platter!"
Just then, the doors to the conference room swung open, and in strode a tall, regal looking, middle aged woman. She wore a black, mid-calf length dress with knee-high black leather boots. Her dark, shoulder length hair was shot through with a few strands of gray and was covered by a black lace, gold speckled head scarf. A dark veil covered her face, leaving only her golden eyes exposed.
"Looks like I'm just in time!" she announced cheerily.
"Who in Koh's Lair do you think you are, busting in here like that?" Wu Ten demanded.
"I'm here to help. Wu Ten, wasn't it?" she answered.
"Fat. Wu Ten Fat." He corrected.
"Yes, you certainly are. Anyway, I understand you have a pest problem. I have certain- skills- that make me uniquely qualified to handle this kind of pest," she explained.
The ferret-faced gangster interrupted, "Boss, we don't need this crazy broad, we can handle the Wolf…."
ZZZAAPPP! Lightning shot out the woman's fingers, frying ferret face where he sat.
"Honestly, I'm amazed you've stayed in business as long as you have employing such incompetents. Anyway, here's my proposal: I exterminate the Wolf for you in exchange for say, 40 percent of the business," the woman offered.
Wu Ten swallowed hard. He could tell by the look in her eye that she wasn't giving him a choice. "OK, we have a deal. I have to know one thing, though. If we're going to be partners, I need to know your name."
"You may call me 'Empress'."