Wrench had recently sourced some extra work from the fixer @MasqCharlie at the Bees Knees in Chicago, to keep himself busy while he waited for the next big job to appear. It was quite simple in theory a wealthy businessman had a very valuable necklace that was stolen by a some short lone petty thief and Wrench was tasked to repossess it.  However, as Wrench now stood in his apartment bathroom tending to his multiple deep scratches and bruises he couldn't help but stare at the necklace and then himself in the mirror as he recollected the events that occurred that day.

*** Earlier that evening ***

After leaving the Bees Knees Wrench headed straight to his low-key garage to prepare, he left with some kidnapping tools -rope and duct tape- along with his favourite weapon, a blue stainless steel wrench. This was more than enough for this type of job - a short man probably some junkie stealing for his next high- Ill torture him for a bit for my own amusement, he thought to himself while glancing over the details given to him;

    Abandon Warehouse
    23621 North Asher Street
    5 foot 8 inches
    Medium length black hair
    Emerald and diamond necklace 

Wrench had one of his loyal bodyguards drop him off at the location after dark, the warehouse looked quiet but there was a dim light emanating from inside - so someone was home. After some deliberation Wrench decided it was best he sneak in rather than kick open the front door like a bad ass he always thought himself to be. Moving swiftly and silently behind cover around the back of the building, he found himself peeking into an open window to find nothing but a messy desk, bunch of crates and the flickering of a lit candle.

The coast looked clear and Wrench climbed in, knocking over a few items although not being able to hear his misstep continued as if he was successfully noiseless.  Although unsuspectingly he couldn't hear the sneaky assailant who had now crept up behind him. He took a few moments to careful search through some crates and the desk. Opening the desk drawer the glistening of the beautiful emerald and diamond necklaceseemed to have lit up the otherwise dark bleak warehouse room. He reached into the drawer only to be met with a slim leg kicking close drawer at the same time, crushing his wrist as he let out a croaky yell. 

As Wrench turned around to make sense of who just pissed him off, he was met with a slash across his face, half slap like half punch, but full slice and pain - as it left three cut marks on his forehead. Wrench winced covering his face for a second, as he recovered and stood straight again, no one was there. It was as if he just got bitch slapped by a wolverine ghost. Freaked out he pulled out he's Wrench and stood on high alert scoping around the room. From the shadows again came another swift kick that disarmed and sent Wrench's wrench flying across the room and out of sight. However, this time he managed to react in time and grab hold of the assailant before they vanished again. As he cocked back his free arm, ready to crack a haymaker across the face of this ninja like villain.

He froze momentarily as he caught witness of the petite assassin thief. It was a pretty Asian woman with medium-short black hair, they both locked onto each other's eyes for a moment. As Wrench had a flashback moment of his time growing up with his hitman mentor and guardian most common mantra -no women no children- that was the only one rule taught religiously to Wrench in this line of work. Something he forgot to mention to MasqCharlie who sent him here to get his ass kicked by a viscous gymnastic like woman. This was going to be tougher than he thought.

Wrench's focus snapped back into the room with a acrobatic flying kick across his jaw which nearly rocked him. He saw but couldn't hear the screech the young lass gave out as she charged at him swinging her hands swiftly with some sort of sharp claw like weapon in hand,  it tore chunks out of Wrench's jacket and cut his fringes down to size, as he helplessly tried to defend himself with minimal offence. He had to find a way to neutralise this crazy woman who was embarrassingly having her way with him at this point.

Now with his back stumped over a crate Wrench pulled out his rope from inside he's right sleeve and like a spider -spinning a web- started to intertwine the woman's arms with each strike she threw, twirling her around like a ballroom dancer further trapping her. He kicked the feet from underneath her sending her crashing to the ground as she struggled to untangle herself. Wrench didn't want to stick around and dance with this lady any longer and dashed over to the drawer grabbing the necklace and running through the front door crashing it open like a linebacker.

He jumped head first into the back seat of the car which was a clear sign for his bodyguard to get a move on and get him the fuck out of there. While the thought of leaving his favourite and rare wrench behind was upsetting to say the least, he wanted no more part of that terrifyingly skillful lass. Wrench glanced through the rear view only to see the running figure of the relentless woman in the distance throwing something star shaped that took out the tail lights of the vehicle.

Wrench headed straight back to his apartment to lick his wounds first before turning in the goods at the Bees Knees. The bewildered driver tried to restrain looking in the rear-view mirror at the bruised and sliced Wrench in the back seat. He had to get home first and disguise the fact that he got his 6 foot 2 shit kicked out of him by a 5 foot 8 inch lady. However, that was no ordinary lady that was some well trained, savage ass-kicking ninja he hoped to have never see again. I better get paid handsomely for this, he thought to himself as he prodded his painful bruised jaw.