Carolyn Snap knew she was having a bad day. First she was assigned to go to the middle of noewhere, China, to investigate a minor league Triad gang and now this. She could have been at home, soaking her feet, or arresting some major league bad guy and be swept away by fame. But no. Here she was, nearly naked and on some sort of altar where she was going to be sacrificed... or worse.

Being an Interpol agent sure wasn't easy.

Suddenly, when all seemed hopeless, the door burst open and fell to the floor some feet away. In classic cliche, all eyes darted to the intruders - Yun, followed by Yang. "Hold it right there!"

The cult people eyed this new stranger, shook their heads in unison and continued on. It was probably just some loudmouth geek with nothing better to do.

Yun grinned. "You're not paying attention to me. Good - if you actually stopped to listen to me, you'd be really sad. Now that I'm talking to myself and no one else in particular, let me say that if there's one thing I can't stand, it's sick bastards like you who take advantage of women and not letting me have any piece of the fun!" With energy that could only be fueled by a nearly naked woman, Yun plowed through the cult leaders like dominoes with a super-powered Zesho Hohou. The cultists flew high into the air. Yun halted in front of the lovely damsel in distress. He leaned over, resting one arm on his knee. "Are you all right, m'lady? Your white dragon has heard your call and has come to rescue you."

The goons fell in a big pile on top of Yang. Moments passed and Yun was still staring. "Well?" Carolyn snapped.

"Are you just going to sit there staring at me or are you gonna get this duct-tape offa me?"

Yun blink-blinked and returned from Cloud 9. "Right away, ma'am!" He quickly untied her. Then, he grabbed her hand and helped her up. "The pleasure is mine." he grinned, kissing the back of her hand.

Yang pulled himself from underneath the pile to see his brother commit Rule #312 of 'Yun Lee's Laws of How to Pick Up Women'. ".... Not the chivalry act again..."

Carolyn, however, was less than impressed. "Get your grubby paws off!" She reached back and smacked him on the side of his head. "Ugh, who are you people anyway? And what're you doing here?"

"We're -"

Yang cut him off. "No time for that now. We had better leave before more flunkies get here."

"Yeah, yeah," Yun grumbled. Damn brother, ruining the moment. "C'mon, you too." He grabbed Carolyn by the wrist.

"Ack!" Carolyn twisted her wrist out of his grip. "Hold on a second, I need to get my clothes!" She quickly looked around. Her clothes sat neatly folded on a nearby table. She stepped into her boots, grabbed the rest of her clothes, and ran back.

With Yun and Yang leading the way, the trio made their way out of the building. It was only reasonable they go on ahead - first of all, they were the ones who presumably knew the way. Secondly, with them in front, this gave Carolyn a good opportunity to get dressed. This golden moment was cut off fast as more goons surrounded them. They tried to ignore them at first. Keep running, they say! But after awhile, the masses accumulated until they filled an entire room.

Yang halted. "Looks like we have to fight our way out." He flicked his head, his hair following him in the way only a bishonen with bangs over his eyes could muster.

"Works for me." Yun grinned, cracking his knuckles. "I'll enjoy a warm-up."

Carolyn groaned. Perfect. Juuust perfect. Here was a great opportunity for her, a former street fighter, to get some decent skull-bashing in and she was standing there wearing nothing but platform shoes and her....under-garments. "Great, you guys go flail your testosterone about while I step around this corner here." She scurried around the corner with her clothes tucked under her arm and ducked behind a pile of stacked wooden crates.

And that's when all hell broke loose.

Carolyn pulled on her stockings. Shwiiip! "Damn, that can't be a snag." She examined her legs up and down and saw nothing that resembled a snag or tear. Then she heard it again. "That...that was...was just someone's hair being torn out...eew!"

"Aiyah!" A front flip axe kick into several rapid hand strikes. Yun was enjoying himself! That was, until some thug smacked him from behind. The guy to Yun's Ten o'Clock missed his swing as Yun fell over and instead collided with the other thug. More madness.

Carolyn strapped on her 'famous' skin-tight black leather. She reached up and clicked her collar together, and then reached down to straighten her belt. Yes, this was attire! The Interpol Agent raised her leg for a slow crescent kick, only to have an aching pain strike her behind as her eyes bulged out. Ladies and gentlemen, you have just witnessed the horror known as... the wedgie.

Yang dashed in multiple short spurts to dodge his enemies just as they were about to attack. His light-footed style appeared almost like teleporting. As Yang neared his brother, a flying goon leaped towards him. Yang held out his hand. The goon collided with his jaw to Yang's palm. Crack. And fell.

Another came to the other side of Yang with a raised table. "Operation Human Shield!" Yang cried. 'I tribute this to you, Juli. Forgive me.' The younger twin dragon grabbed his elder brother by the braid and swung him around. Yun neatly collided with the table. The poor piece of furniture cracked in half upon collision with Yun's head. The white dragon stood dazed for a few seconds, then grabbed Yang by the collar.

"And what was that, huh? You trying to kill me?!"

One thug took this opportunity to call upon the others. "PILE!"

And that they did.

Carolyn fastened her beautiful hardcore wrist guards. It was complete...

"GEN'EI JIN!"

"SEI'EI ENBU!"

"I'm ready!"

Carolyn burst through the crates, sending pieces of shattered wood flying everywhere. She dramatically posed with her hands on her hips and a confident smirk. The background behind her flashed a bright yellow sunrise and somehow, a 'Ka-CHING!' sound effect squeaked its way in there. "All right you Triad flunkies! Bring it on!!"

Her confident smirk drooped to a disappointed grimace as she realized she was facing an already finished battle.

All time froze as the Lee brothers gazed upon this vision of loveliness. Yun said it best - gaping mouth with no words coming out. As he continued to hold onto the goon's collar, he stared at Carolyn with wide eyes. He punched the goon away, still not taking his eyes off of the vision in blue. The younger brother, too, was stunned, but in a different way. "Doesn't show much less skin than the ceremonial wear." he commented to himself.

"All right, boys. Thanks for the help and all but I think it's about time we said our good-byes." This time, Carolyn was the one leading the way as the boys followed her straight to the entrance. How she found the entrance in the first place was either sheer dumb luck or a pissed off woman's instinct. She then headed straight to her car which was somehow still in the same place she parked at and in one piece.

Yun shouted after her, "Hey, wait up!"

Sadly, his call went un-noticed as the woman got in her car and started the ignition...

Now, normally when one thinks about driving on the highway, he or she thinks about speed, right? That 'open road' sort of feeling that no less than four lanes could produce. Highway travel was supposed to be about letting your hair down, leaning back in your nice, leather interior, and cruising at a relatively fast pace. However, this of course was not the case with Carolyn this time around. No, no, no. She wasn't cruising, her hair wasn't down, she wasn't leaning back, and she definitely wasn't moving. Save for an inch or two every few minutes out of pure impatience.

"Miserable traffic," she muttered to herself as she clenched the steering wheel. "Why does everything have to suck so much lately, huh? Does somebody want to tell me? Because I sure as hell have no idea! Someone up there in the clouds must've gotten bored and needed a stress-reliever or something..."

"You know, you coulda avoided this mess if you went to the side roads," a young, cocky voice said seemingly from behind her.

Yang looked at the map in his hand and pointed, "Route 17."

"WHAT THE FUCK?!!" Carolyn slammed on her brakes as her tires SCREEEEEEEEECHED and she stared wide-eyed into her mirror. "How the hell did you two freaks get back there?!"

"Simple, we..whoa!" Yun was cut-off as something slammed into the back of her car and sent the young man flying head-first into the passenger's seat. Judging by the fact that her car jerked forward about six or seven more times, Carolyn realized that about six or seven cars had now lined up in a big domino-style car crash! Oh, JOY!

Yun flipped himself around so that he was sitting upright in the seat and rubbed his head, "Owww....you wouldn't have tried to kill us and four people in front of you if you didn't know we were in here...then again, with your MAD DRIVING SKILLZ, you woulda gotten us killed anyway."

"My WHAT?! What the hell are you rambling about?!"

Yang sweatdropped from the back-seat, "Um.." People began getting out of their cars and marching towards the Interpol agents', shouting various un-savory things and waving their fists in the air.

Carolyn snarled, "This is seriously the last thing I need right now. This isn't my car anyway, so I'm just gonna get outta here!" she opened the door ran out of the car towards the gathering of trees that bordered the car-infested highway. She glanced behind her to see those two guys right behind her, and an angry mob of car-owners a little farther back behind them. Not good...not good at all.

"Hey," Yun shouted, catching up to her. "I bet the second we get into this lil' forest thingy here, they'll stop chasing us."

Surprisingly enough, the guy in the cap was right. As soon as the set foot into the trees and shrubbery, the mob just stopped and started arguing amongst themselves. That was one thing a girl could always count on, people were lazy. People were very lazy.

Yun rested his hands on his knees, panting, "Damn, those guys have never heard of car insurance or what?" He then stretched and turned to Carolyn. "So, how's your PMS handling?"

"WHAT?!?!" she swung her palm around to smack the ignorant bastard, but he just ducked and laughed. "Ugh, how did I end up with you two?"

"Hey, calm down. I was only stating a fact!"

"Look, pal. For your information, I have to find my way back to the Airport so I can go home to New York. You're not helping me, so why don't I just call a cab and wait for awhile."

Yang cut in. "Hmm... judging by the map, the nearest airport is some few hundred miles from here. Your taxi bill will be very expensive."

Yun perked up as if a little light-bulb had just been turned on in his head and snapped his fingers, "Hey, Carolyn, I got an idea. You can either spend a few hundred dollars on a taxi bill and go home now, or come to our village which is only a walk away and we can get you home for free. We have great hospitality for pretty (PMSy) ladies like you."

"Exactly a day's walk, I gather," Yang said in response.

"Who asked you?"

Carolyn folded her arms across her chest and leaned against a tree-trunk, trying to put on her bitchiest persona possible, "Me...in your house? Okay, let me guess this straight. You pop out of nowhere from within the confines of a Triad warehouse and rescue me from being slaughtered in some bizarre masochistic ritual, then you sneak into my car, which doesn't even really belong to me, and get me into a car accident, and now you're inviting me to come to your house because you have some crazy idea that you can get me home for peanuts?"

Yun shrugged, "Yeah, and...?"

Hmm...well it certainly would be an interesting experience. And the quiet one doesn't seem quite as ignorant as the one with the cap... "Okay. But under one condition...you got any beer? I could really go for a drink about now..."

"Naturally we do!  Local, import, we got everything!  Even Pocky.  C'mon, let's go." Yun reached to grab Carolyn's hand but she saw it coming and pulled away and smirked.

"Make that two conditions...you don't touch me either."