The hands on Genma's arms tightened, and for a wild, pulse-pounding moment, Genma fought them. Not the sentries, really, and not the woman from Intel. Not even Kakashi. He'd just been pushed so far past his limits that when those hands shifted to a restraining, rather than supportive hold, he reacted with the instinct ANBU had trained into him. Arms restrained, upper body threatened, he had to rely on his legs. The man on his left was slightly farther back, the one on the right a better target for a kick. Genma wrenched violently to his left, putting all his weight on his broken ankle. Even with the splint in place, it gave way. There was a sick sound of bone grating against bone, a harsh cry from Genma, shouts from the sentries...

Even if he'd had a solid ankle to stand on, and had been able to attempt that kick, he'd never have succeeded. Combative, exhausted ANBU were nothing new to the sentries. They immobilized him completely with a combination of jutsu and shear physical force. Caught him when he sagged between them, fierce eyes losing their focus as pain and defeat took over.

He heard the Intel woman sigh as if she were disappointed. "He'll need another visit to the medics before you take him to psych," he heard her say, and knew she meant him. Kakashi was still there, glaring at him like a caged tiger Genma remembered having been taken to see as a child. Could see what looked like triumph twist the mouth hidden behind that black cloth mask, as Kakashi watched him. His muscles were like water, unresponsive and flaccid under the jutsu the sentries had used on him. He had nothing left to fight with. The pain in his ankle was sharp enough to bring the nausea back, choking him. Completing his humiliation. He gagged and swallowed and didn't look at Kakashi anymore.

There were still ghosts in the room. Three of them. A woman who had been an ANBU captain. Who had been beautiful and intelligent and had a quirky sense of humor. A man who'd liked salted dried fish with his beer and danced better than you might think such a big guy could. And a dog, tall and long-legged, with a deep chest and a high waist, and paws too big for him, because big as he was he hadn't reached his full size yet. Two dead ninja. Three ghosts. And two shattered survivors.

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