Loving A Triple Threat

"Cuff him on to the steel pipe. No, with his hands behind his back," Zero Sena said. He walked up to the guard. "Do as I say and no one gets hurt. We have twenty Zeros, so unless you're Bruce Rambo, you ain't fighting your way out of this"

"But I could rip off a couple of masks to identify you," the guard snarled, he was backing up and crouching.

Zero Sena titled his head to the side, "Sure, and then I would order my fellow Zeros to stab you so you can't identify anyone. Where does that get you? I tell you where - back to step one, cooperate and no one gets hurt."

The Zeros handcuffed the security guard, he did not resist after the reasoning and threat from Zero Sena.

"Car keys, phone, wallet" Zero Sena growled at Joon. Joon did not comply quickly enough and got a kick to the side of the head from Zero Dong-Meng. It was hard enough to make the items appear on the ground a few seconds later.

Sena popped the phone in a special bag and zipped it up.

"Tape both of their mouths, and bring shorty," Sena said before turning and walking away. He just expected his orders to be followed.

Dong-Meng ordered a dumpster moved to hide the guard. He was no longer visible, handcuffed and gagged. Other than exposing someone that was the most they could do. They had eyes on the position from up high, just in case.

"Did you kill the guard's phone?" Sena asked.

Dong-Meng nodded while dragging Joon by one arm.

"Send your best two for the car, it's the red Lambo," Sena stated. He threw the keys to Dong-Meng who handed them off to one of his drivers

"Dress and blind him," Sena asked Dong-Meng who put a mask and overalls over Joon while they waited. Joon now looked like the other twenty Zero's running around. His phone was in a faraday bag. All was going according to plan.

Sena had all the instructions on the app, but he didn't want Joon to know of its existence. They Zeros would take the car a few blocks and pick up another Prime gang member who would disable the security systems and take it to the chop shop.

A brand new Lambo broken down into parts was still worth a pretty penny. At least 50k USD. It was 500kUSD new, but that's not how it worked in their world. Everyone had to get a cut and chop short parts went for about ten percent of market value. The 50k USD car would net Sena 5k USD after everyone got their cut including the bosses.

He sighed, he got 5k USD for a 500k USD car. But, it was worth it, especially given whose car it was.

After a few twists and turns they arrived at a bas.e.m.e.nt Sena prepared earlier. It used to be a Chinese restaurant before they closed down. The bas.e.m.e.nt was the storeroom for the previous occupants. There wasn't an inspection for a new tenant due this week, so, it was unlikely they would be interrupted.

"Okay, Joon," Sena cooed at his hostage.

The room was dank, dark and the other occupants aside from four Zeros and Joon were a few rats which could be heard chirping and sniffing boldly. They had no fear in the dark storeroom.

"You know my name. So you know you are in deep," Joon growled.

"Not as deep as you, my dear boy, not as deep as you," Sena threatened. "You see, me and my friends here started the cult of zero. We worship our goddess and … " Sena let his words break off as he tapped a knife to his cheek.

"What? Are you crazy?" Joon's voice was breaking in uncertainty. The fact that they all wore Zero costumes was creepy, to say the least.

Dong-Meng cackled deeply on cue.

Sena smiled from behind his mask, Dong-Meng may be intellectually challenged but he was superb at bullying.

"No, not at all," Sena chuckled. "Is it crazy to want to tattoo Zero on your face?"

Joon began to shake.

Sena looked at Dong-Meng who nodded agreeably and then on cue the dirty tattoo gun and powered base trundled into the room.

"Ink?" Sena asked the older man who was also in a Zero costume. This was Prime's tattoo artist and knew what he was doing.

He nodded and provided his best cackle as well.

"We better knock him out," Dong-Meng suggested.

"No!" Sena exclaimed, "He must feel it. Tie him to the shelving."

"No no please," Joon splurted, "I'll give you anything, anything."

"Can you travel back in time and undo what you did?" asked Zero Sena vehemently.

Joon weakly replied, "Noo." And hung his head.

The Tattoo artist started the gun while Joon was being tied up.

"Please," Joon began to cry.

'Geez,' Sena thought, they were going to pretend to tattoo him and leave out the ink, but this guy was breaking before they had begun.

"Wait," Sena ordered holding up a hand. He knelt down in front of Joon. "What do you propose?" He asked Joon, knowing it was better to get the rich kid to offer stuff they didn't know what he had access to and what he could give right now.

"I have money. Lots," Joon stated desperately.

"Can you do bitcoin?" Sena asked getting close to his face.

"What?" Joon queried.

"Ok Zero Tattoo. Begin," Sena said stepping back out of the tattooist way.

The gun made the perfect threatening sound.

"Not the face!" Joon squealed.

"The face," Sena emphasised.

"Let me see. Let me see if I can purchase bitcoin," Joon pleaded.

"I don't trust you," Zero Sena exclaimed dramatically, "begin!"

Zero Tatto began to pin Joon's forward as three of Dong-Meng's boys struggled to hold his head still.

"I don't care if the words are straight, continue," Sena fumed.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Joon howled. "I will make it up to her."

"Stop," Sena ordered.

He slapped Joon once on the left cheek and then once again on the right. Bright red welts appeared. "Remember that sharp pain if you are lying because next time it won't be slaps, it will be knives cutting open your cheeks. Slicing a gash so deep you will eat through a straw for three months."

"I will make an ad and apologise for the party," he whimpered.

Dong-Meng tapped his foot, he hardly cared about TV ads.

"Zero's aren't satisfied," Zero Sena said, "Just send us all your money. And we will take care of our goddess. But if I ever hear you talk to her or look at her or do anything to harm her. You will not live. We will kill you next time. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he cried. "I …" he flubbed the words through tears, "understand."

"Finish tattooing the word Zero then he can send all his money," Sena stated.

The Tattoo gun began again. Although it didn't have any ink it was leaving a massive red mark on his forehead that would hurt for days.

Sena had thought about a permanent Tatoo, but he wanted Joon and the Seo's to move on. Not to risk retaliation from the Zeros for revenge on Gi.

Once the phone was out of the Faraday bag they were on the clock, he had Joon purchase bitcoin to prevent a clawback. Then forward the bitcoins to a temporary account.

As soon as it was done he threw the phone back into the bag and handed it to Dong-Meng to incinerate. They didn't want any DNA being recovered if possible. And by any, Sena was mainly concerned for himself. There would be traces from the lackeys and it would be impossible to eliminate everything while remaining on the schedule.

"This time," Zero Sena seethed "you are set free, but if we met again it will be for the last time."

Dong-Mengs lackeys applied duct tape, cable tie and mask to Joon. They then dragged him out on to the street and towards downtown taking alleys. He looked like one of them except he couldn't make a noise. The only difference was his he was being dragged.

Sena showed the Prime tattoo artist the amount on his phone and he whistled.

It was another 200k USD worth of bitcoin.

"Show me!" Dong-Meng appealed.

Sena shook his head, "Prime business. You'll get your cut from the boss and you won't be unhappy."

Dong-Meng would have scowled at Sena if he wasn't up for a big payday.

Sena wondered if he could send any to Gi and squashed the thought. Any link between her and the rogue Zero's just put her in danger. It was unfortunate he had to use the costumes but he felt he needed them at the two most critical points of his scheme.

The chase. And the fear.

It was a good day, a message came through about the Lambo, it was safely delivered to the chop shop.

Sena's total cut would be 25kUSD.