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He had just finished his last mission, returning to town with his cloak wrapped back around his form, buttoned up to his throat, and the hood pushed down over his face, obscuring his features. Syekren had killed three vagrants just an hour ago and was now being called on for yet another mission. He rarely had time to enjoy himself since he had ascended to the rank of ANBU. He had even less time now that he was attempting to win back the trust of his Kazekage as well as his title as ANBU. He was hoping that it wouldn't take too long for him to rejoin the ranks of ANBU, but ya never know given the state of the village. It could be a few days or a few weeks. They were in dire need of powerful shinobi, and that is why he had been spared. But he was not without punishment and so he had lost his title. He was sure that being allowed to live and do missions and rank up meant that he would be allowed to earn back his place, if only it would take a bit longer than it had the first time.

His thoughts had gotten off track, he only knew this because a messenger Gecko, his messenger gecko, had come from the Kazekage's office with a new mission dossier. He pulled the dossier off the creature's back and tied the debriefed version of the last mission's dossier onto it and sent it on it's way while reading through his new dossier. It seemed that there was another drug dealer out and about. He was attempting to, and in some cases he did succeed, to sell drugs to the kids after they were released from the academy for the day. This sent slight shivers down the Special Jounin's spine. It was not a shiver of fear. But one of anger. He had dealt with one of these men before and it had almost cost him his life. He had been horribly drugged and nearly left to die in a gutter. He was so doped up that he could barely move but somehow he had fought through it and made it to the dealer in time to finish the mission by killing him before he could escape. It seemed that Syekren would need to do this once more. But he still had a few new tricks up his sleeve. Such as his ANBU techniques that he'd been trained to use.

The Uchiha quietly began to scale to the roof of a rather tall four story building, and once he reached the top, began to run across the roof to jump to another rooftop. He activated his ANBU sensory range technique as he ran, jumping to another building, grabbing onto a window pane and scaling up to the roof of a now seven story building. The sun was setting behind him and the dark was beginning  to close in all around the village. The academy would be letting out a bit later today so that some of the kid's parents would be able to come and pick them up from the school so that they could be taken straight home away from the drug dealer. Sadly, not all of the children had parents that could come and take them right to their loving homes, some had to leave by themselves or in small groups of two or three. The perfect prey for a drug dealer in a village such as this one.

A certain foul chakra signature was slightly picking up in his senses. He could see the foul signature in footsteps leading towards the academy and he smiled behind his facial mask, jumping quietly down to another roof, tracking the foot prints. He moved from this roof to another, then another, and quite a few more, tilting his head as he watched the steps in the sand come closer to the academy, the foul chakra emanating a bit more as he grew closer to his intended target. There were electric television cables running from the roof he was on to the roof of a building adjacent to the academy with a small alleyway in between them. It was in that alley that the footprints stopped, belonging to a rather tall, skinny man. The foul chakra could be seen clearly around his slender frame, yellow beady eyes looking this way and that, to assure that he wasn't being followed. It was time to strike.

Syekren hopped onto the wires, scaling them to cross over to the building next to the academy and looked down at his prey from the roof top. Silently, the former ANBU pushed his feet against opposite sides of the alley walls and began to shimmy down, his hands on the sides as well for support as he did so. He was careful not to make any noise as he slid, and once he reached a point of being three feet off the ground; he dropped silently onto his feet, crouching as he did so to stop sound and sneak silently into the shadows a few feet from his adversary. With silence, the man would sneak up behind the drug dealer, his one dark blue eye focused intently on not letting the other out of his sight. When the man would try to raise his hand and speak, calling some kids over to sell them drugs: Syekren would strike. With a quickness he moved his hands to have one cover the mouth of the dealer, and have the other grip onto the wind pipe. His thumb and fore finger held the dealer's nose closed while his other hand clenched tightly onto the man's breathing tube for a few moments. After a minute, the man's heart beat slowed and then finally gave out, the dealer crumpling into a dead heap at the feet of the Uchiha. With that Syekren quickly began to drag the body away, watching the children as he did so warily. They hadn't noticed the killing of the drug dealer but they were too close for anything drastic so he'd have to take care of the body the old fashioned way. He drug it back into the alley a bit for a few feet before pulling it up and slumping it over his shoulder, walking towards the end of the alleyway, making his way out to the other side, having an expanse of sand and sand dunes as far as the eye could see. Well, at least for a bit before coming into more residential districts, but they wouldn't see what he was going to do. Stealthily, he made his was behind a sand dune which shielded him from any prying eyes and activated the body elimination technique, pushing his hand to the chest of the corpse as he threw it down. With a burst of chakra, the body was no more, leaving no trace at all. Huffing softly, Syekren turned and made his way back towards the Kage's manse to turn in another mission.

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