| [May. 2nd, 2009|08:22 pm] |
Raidou gave the spread a slightly wary look. It wasn't common, but sometimes Intel got it into their heads to liven up a dull week by testing their hunters: skill, loyalty, the ability to take down a teammate if absolutely necessary, torture resistance... Waking partners up at three in the morning, feeding them a cocktail of specially designed drugs, and playing a mental round of 'kick the shinobi to see what cracks' wasn't entirely unheard of. Archaic and brutal--but so was hazing.
Of course, it was also entirely possible a real head-game of a mission had come up and they were getting sent off with a last meal because they might not be coming back.
"Sir?" asked Raidou carefully, glancing from the table to the briefer. He fought down the reflex urge to step in front of Genma--it would do nothing but embarrass his friend.
"Take a seat and eat," said the briefer. "This one's live and there's no time. You'll need your chakra."
Raidou hesitated, but followed Genma's lead when his partner hooked a plastic chair out and sat down. Neither one of them touched the food.
"Eat," urged the Briefer. He looked at Genma. "Especially you. There's likely to be healing needed on this one." He hooked out a folder as Raidou's spine stiffened slightly. "Thirty minutes ago we received a distress call carried by a bird-summons. Hara Yukaho's genin team was attacked on the Western border." |
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