Yamino walked up to the door of the local bar, the bar was known as the  Sirens den, though Yamino did no partake in drinking mainly due to his age, buy also as a personal choice, so that he always stayed frosty and was not able to be caught off guard, many bandit groups were full of drunken idiots, he permitted his men to drink, for otherwise  he would lose almost to all of his men so he allowed his men to drink and party and do the normal bandit things though not before raids or missions and espially during missions or fights.

As he entered the bar he looked around as he saw girls dancing on the stage, another thing that he didnt care or partook in, but in front of the bar and stages he saw numerous members of his gang, they were drunk and hollering and hooting, he sighed at the fact that they were completely  drunk, if any of them were attacked right now they would stand no chance, he didnt let the thought muddle his purpose here tonight, he was to look a certain man and talk to him, though it was not for a light hearted chat, the man he seeked out went by the name of Vami, he was an arms dealer that Yamino only dealt with indirectly and has never met him so all he had to go off of was the general appearance, and the fact that he came to this bar the same time every week.

Yamino sifted through the crowds, he felt out of place out of his Bandit gear, he no longer wore his leather cloak and tunic, he took off his headband as well, all he wore was his silk tunic imbroided with ravens, his sandals, and his silk pants, he felt naked almost without his weapons and his armor, all he had in terms of weapons was a large iron chain that was wrapped around him chest overtop his tunic, it was the chain that he became the leader of the group with, he kept it well oiled, though it was no weapon in any means it could be useful if a fight became nessary, for he was well versed in chains and fighting with them.

When he saw his target he memorized his face, though it was dark, he had the skills of the Shinobi and could pick out details others couldnt, the main he looked at had spiked black hair and had a scar on his left eye, he wore the suit of a buisness man and seemed to laugh often which either meant he was a joker of sorts or that he was well drunk, which was the more possible answer, for what he had heard of the man he learned that he was serious in talk and stiff of humor, Yamino took his chance and started walking up to him, pushing past the other people in the area to get a closer look at the man, once he got behind him he leaned i and whispered in his ear,
Vami, where the hell is my fucking shipment
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