| [Apr. 14th, 2008|06:37 am] |
As ANBU, one of the things that life revolved around was missions. When missions weren't assigned, then they had to be applied for, if one wanted a paycheck and action. Which was why Kotetsu was dripping his way to the bulletin boards to check out the latest missions, towel slung around his shoulders as warm shower dampness started to cool his clothing. At least the hallways were heated.
Someone was always at the bulletin boards, day or night, and Kotetsu didn't quite pay attention to them - long hair, about his height, possibly female - and focused on the mission outlines. Hmm. There were a bunch of escorts, but not many that seemed to indicate risk other than common thieves. ANBU requests were probably just to bolster pride. Kotetsu didn't feel like doing such low-energy missions - he wanted ... Adventure, maybe. Something with a lot of exploring and running and just enough danger to be actually real (but something he could do and not get killed at, thanks).
It took a while for Kotetsu to realise that the person at the bulletin board smelled like flowers. And was very familiar. A side-long glance made him startle.
"Shit!" it slipped out before he could stop himself. It was that... lady from Intel! The really really horrible one. What was she doing here? "I thought Intel didn't take missions?" |
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