| [Dec. 1st, 2011|07:32 am] |
The door to the briefing room creaked open and Katsuko slipped in, mask hung at her belt and a sheepish look on her face. She seated herself at the table, ignoring the sidelong glance the briefer shot her. “Sorry, Sako-chan,” she muttered to the woman. “Got held up.”
It was technically true, if one defined ‘held up’ as ‘fell asleep and woke up five minutes late to the meeting’. Katsuko folded her arms over her chest, slouching down in her chair as she gave her new teammates a lazy once-over. Two men, one short and dark-haired and the other long and lanky; the taller one had a senbon clenched between his teeth like the world’s deadliest toothpick. He was probably their Eros agent for this mission; he had that air about him, one of casual insouciance that could switch to full-on seduction and back in the blink of an eye.
He was also a lot hotter than the shorter guy, but she didn’t think anybody would appreciate that opinion if she voiced it out loud.
Katsuko glanced at the photo on the table and gave a low whistle. “Tsuda Gyosu? Man, the dude’s gotta be loaded if he could afford him.”
The briefer sighed. “Ueno.”
Katsuko grinned. “Sorry, Sako-chan. I’ll be quiet.”
Sako gave her a dry look before tossing another photo on the table. “This is Lord Kiyama, your assassination target, and these,” she held up a set of blueprints, “are the plans to his stronghold. Ueno, your task is to slip past Tsuda while he’s distracted by Shiranui and kill Kiyama in the central bedchamber.”
The Eros agent--Shiranui--glanced at Katsuko, gaze appraising but open. “You know my target? What’s he like?”
Katsuko scratched her head, thinking. “Ran into him four months ago in Wind Country. Really polite, for a badass motherfucker. Gave me a couple new scars, too. Bastard’s got a shit-ton of chakra-fied throwing daggers on him.” |
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