Kakashi had burned the mission brief back in the mountain cave, but he didn't need it anymore; sharingan and memory was more than enough. And the co-ordinates Ginta and Tsuyako had included in their last check-in gave him a solid place to start.

Ginta's scent, marked all around the sloping, corrugated-iron warehouse rooftop, gave him more than that. Kakashi crouched, concealed behind a sheet of warped metal, and got a basic lay of the land. The warehouse was a monster; massive and slate-grey, constructed from cinderblocks and heavy girders, it breached across the invisible line that separated Komatsuyama's industrial sector from its garish centre. He could hear the not-too-distant boom of crowds and clubs, smell the greasy undertones of suspicious take-out and overworked humanity beneath the chemical stench set to scent-blind him.

Too many people, far too close. But no sign of Ginta or his partner. Heavily-armed, well-armoured security guards patrolled the building's perimeter and rooftop, covering every entry point Kakashi could see. They looked far too alert for his personal comfort.

High above them, Hoshika's hawk circled, waiting for Kakashi to call it back. The other was long gone, lost in the low cloud cover and heading for home, carrying the message that said he'd made it. The dogs remained silent at his side, waiting for an order.

Kakashi wished he had one to give them.

Highly explosive chemicals, Ginta's last message had said. Definite evidence of foul play. Heavy ninja presence.

And no way in. Lethal traps flickering with subtle chakra suggested he didn't try to blow his way through the brickwork, not to mention the hundreds of tons of volatile bomb-componants just waiting for the wrong trigger. Anti-translocation seals had been etched directly into the rooftop. The place was a vault.

Eyes narrowed, he swore very softly, and turned to regard the shepherds watching him with faithful brown eyes.

Ninety seconds later, the guards stationed at the west-side entrance found themselves bodyslammed to the ground and introduced throat-first to a katana blade before they regained breath to scream. Hoshika dragged the corpses away. Shouma lost himself in shadows, blood still dripping from his jaws. Kakashi summoned two clones to replace the missing men, left them under watchful canine eyes, and slipped like a wraith through the doors.

He found chaos.

Currently, that suited him.