| [Jun. 3rd, 2009|06:37 pm] |
Shiratori-san was a lean jounin in his late forties, graying around the temples, weathered around the eyes, and entirely unprepared to put up with even a whiff of bullshit. He barely blinked when Kakashi flickered to a halt in front of him.
"About time," he barked, and slapped a map against Kakashi's chest armour. "Our agents missed their last check in twenty-six hours ago. We're assuming the worst. We need you to track down their last known whereabouts in Komatsuyama and bring back whatever pieces you find. The city's an--"
"Industrial wasteland on Waterfall's southern border. I know; I've been there." Clipped facts came easier than a mental image of Ginta in any shape but whole. Kakashi locked pieces in a steel box and threw away the key.
"Fantastic. Interrupt me again and you'll be walking backwards, on account of me having twisted your head off. We don't have time to shit about." Shiratori voiced everything in the controlled shout of a man used to making himself heard in the middle of open warfare. Kakashi narrowed a glare at him, got one straight back, and caught Shouma by the scruff when the dog drew himself up for a lunge. "It'll take you just under thirty-six hours to get there," Shiratori went on, ignoring them. "Less if you push it, and I damn well suggest you push it. Details are in the brief. Get your ass moving."
"Sir, yes, sir," Kakashi said softly, lips peeling back from dangerous teeth. "But it'll be eighteen hours."
Shiratori didn't snap what? Instead, he ran a sharp glance over Kakashi, taking him in from tousled hair to travel-scuffed sandals, and tipped his head back. "Let's hope. If you're done flaunting your ego, boy, there're two agents out there needing help yesterday. Get moving, and take a brace of hawks on your way out. We want updates."
The outpost near the main gate had both birds and emergency medi-kits. Kakashi tossed off a salute, grabbed both dogs, and translocated before the ring of Shiratori's voice had time to finish echoing. |
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