“Urg.”  I grunted as I stumbled back a few steps from the surprise kick that landed across my stomach.  A hand wrapped around my throat and pushed me up against the brick wall of the ally I was walking past.

  I didn’t try to breath because I knew I barely could with the tight grip they had.  I could feel my body loosing oxygen by the second, but I wasn’t going to struggle – it would only make things worse.  But I wasn’t going to sit by and do nothing.

  Himchan taught me one thing over the past two months that I actually found informative and as it turns out practical.  He leaves teaching me things to the others and kindly gets rid of Jongup for me after he noticed I didn’t want him around.  He told me that if I ever needed someone to pass out quickly – especially if I was being chocked and my attacker was in front of me – to strike the vegas nerve with a good amount of force.

  I’ve never once had to test if what he said actually would work, but seeing as I’m being strangled and I don’t want to squirm in case my mask falls off, my only option is to test what he said.  Using the side of my palm under my pinkie finger I raised my hand and struck my assailants neck under his jaw along were his jugular runs.

  Like Himchan said would happen, their eyes rolled back and they collapsed to the ground the grip on my neck was gone.  I took a deep breath that I really needed, hell I took a few deep, wheezing breaths as I tried to get used to not have my throat squeezed.

  I have no idea how long he’s going to be out and I really don’t want to take any chances.  He isn’t going to be able to do much when he wakes up though, which I guess is a good thing for me.  Pulling my phone out dialed the first number I found, not even looking at the name.

  “Hello?”

  , it just had to be Jongup of all people!  I can’t just hang up now, he’ll only worry more if the line suddenly goes dead.  More so since I’m calling from the phone only used within the gang for gang related .  .

  “Boss, what’s up?”  At least he’s taking this seriously, if he was being whinny I would have other opinions and hung up and called Ashiya instead.

   “Send Yongguk and Himchan to the ally between 9th and 87th.”  I told him and I watched the unconscious man at my feet.

  “What happened?” He asked, voice dripping with worry.

  “Just send them.”  I snapped before hanging up and crouching down in front of the moron in front of me.  “You really messed with the wrong chick.”

  The man had to be in his early thirties from the look of his face.  He shaved his head bald and packed on a hell of a lot of muscle over the years.  Tattoos covered both his arms from fingertips to shoulder before spreading onto his chest and back.  He had kakis on with a black muscle shirt, but no visible weapons on him, which was a good thing.

  He was clearly from on of the gangs around the city, which one I wasn’t sure but I really could care less right now.  I let Ashiya deal with thi