Manx isn't who you think she is... (done for the wk_100 community on livejournal)
Are you all in? Manx asked, flipping the lights back on.
Omi, Ken, Yohji, and Aya all made various sounds of agreement.
Manx dropped a few hefty envelopes on the nearby table and, turning to leave, glanced at the four assassins. "You know where to find me should there be any... misunderstandings." Manx was almost out of the shop's front door before noticing a follower. It was Yohji.
"I was taught to always walk a lady to the door."
Manx glanced over his shoulder, smirking slightly. "Down Kudoh," was the only reply. Persia didn't pay him enough. Not nearly enough.