Katsuko unstretched from the couch, crossed the room to Raidou’s desk, and picked up the slim, black copy of Raidou’s battered Bingo Book. It was more of a ring-binder than an actual book, with new pages added every time Intel released them. His version was a forest of bookmarks, dog-eared pages, and annotations. Katsuko brought it back, flopped out onto the couch again, and began to flip through to the Kiri section.

“How big was the force Team Three encountered?” Genma asked. “They’re hardly lightweights on that team.”

“Three jounin, five chuunin, plus the household guards—couple dozen of those,” Kakashi said, still studying the file. Raidou watched for it, and saw the fractional pause of Kakashi’s hand when he finally realized he was revealing more information than he was supposed to have. It had come up in the meeting, but Intel didn’t like to cross streams with their files. If something was pertinent, you cross-referenced and hoped you had the clearance to see it. Kakashi’s fingertips rested against the edge of a page, then he flipped it and continued, “Kubota Bakusen was one of the jounin.”

Katsuko flipped backwards several pages. “Bingo,” she said.

“You can cross him out,” Raidou said, and quirked an eyebrow at Kakashi. “Isn’t that right?”

Beneath the mask, it was just possible to see the shadow of a curving mouth. “Yondaime-sama took his head off,” Kakashi said, and there was pride you could bend iron around in that low, cool voice.

Katsuko caught the pen Raidou tossed her, and drew a broad X across the page. “Bye bye, Bakusen.”

Genma pushed himself to his own desk, dug his—much neater—copy of the Bingo Book out of a drawer, and quietly moved a single page to a tabbed section marked ‘dead’.

Ryouma glanced sideways at Kakashi. “We’d better hope Tsuto’s hired someone famous, too. Give you a story of your own to bring back.”