The wings of the Ryujin flared out, letting out a awkward crackling noise as they began to morph. Along the spines, flat thin strips of steel began to shoot down, forming a pair of beautiful wings. They slowly caved in around the quiver as the Ryujin clung to his back. Trilby needed the Ryujin's wings prepared, he couldn't afford to wait for them to form during battle, it could cost him his life. Even worse, it could cost Gin hers... Trilby felt slightly dirty that he had to take her. Last time they had done this, she nearly died because of him. He couldn't let that happen again. He simply couldn't. He had failed her enough.

The rapping of feet rapidly coming down the stairs let Trilby know Castiel had reported in. He didn't turn towards the door. He felt the need to hide his nerves. She couldn't see his anxiety. Not now. He stayed turned away as she came up beside him, turning to face her only for her to kiss him and cling to him. His anxiety faded as his lips met hers. He truly loved her. Simply holding her made all his pain disappear. "You ready?" "Of course I am. I've been ready for years." Trilby muttered, trying to remain strong, for her sake.

After what felt like an eternity, Trilby broke the hug, turning towards his desk. A small, sleek black fedora Hang there from a small hook on the side, a special order hat he had bought to replace his Trilby he had lost almost a year ago. Lifting it off the hook, Trilby slid it softly onto his head, brushing aside his no longer ratty hair. He had truly cleaned himself up after marrying Gin. He was clean shaven, and his hair was no longer ratty and unkempt. It was smooth and tidy, as was his body. He was no longer soaked in dirt and grime. "Come on, we should go." Trilby stated coldly, walking to a small picture on the wall. Tilting it to the side, Trilby revealed a small seal carved into the mesh. Pressing his thumb softly into it's surface, the wall caved in, revealing a flight of stairs descending beneath the village.

The hallway was dark and moldy. It had electronic lightning, but it was barely enough to see by. This emergency tunnel had been erected as a safe way for citizens to escape the village during times of crisis. It made sense for them to take this route. The two most powerful and important people leaving the village in full combat garb might alert sentries, and the gang would be gone before they could even find them. It wasn't a risk Trilby could take. A large rucksack hung over his right shoulder. It was nothing special, a scroll holding some sleeping bags and food and water for a fortnight. He had packed light, unable to be weighed down by tents and various other crap. They had to get there, quickly.

It didn't take long for Trilby and Gin to reach the exit, as they had kept up a fast pace. They both knew how vital this was, both to themselves and to Sunagakure's continued security. They eventually came out in the mountains to the south of Sunagakure. It was high noon, and the sun was glaring down in all it's fury. "Can you see that?" Trilby asked, pointing towards the south-west. "The black hills start there. A long range of endless mountains. It shouldn't be too hard to find them, given the details Castiel told me, but it will still take some searching. Still, we have to be stealthy from now on. These bastards will have sentries. Any large signs will give us away before we even get close."

Word Count: 1411

Ryujin: Gorrión activation: 15 chakra.
465 - 15 = 450

100 Chakra[Amaterasu]
25 chakra [Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan]

375 chakra remaining.

Word Count: 3546/10000
Word Count: Fuuinjutsu - C to B: 3546/4000
Chakra Pool: 375

Trilby sat there in stoic silence as his wife surveyed the surrounding area using her sensory technique. Eventually, she opened her beautiful blue eyes to look towards her husband. “There’s a small entrance near the end of the lower pathways. There’s an unusual concentration of people there. I say we go check it out. There’s a stairwell behind the door. That’s likely where he is,” After Gin finished speaking, Trilby paused for a moment, reflecting on her statement. He was sitting in-front of an array of computer screens with information about the entire base, he might as well see the picture for himself. A few key presses later, the screen before him showed a blue-print like series of maps. It only showed the floor they were on and the few above it at first, but after striking a few keys, it zoomed out to reveal the full glory of the base. Beneath the first floor and it's catwalks was revealed a massive complex spanning deep into the mountains. It covered over 12 floors, and they were all massive. "Look at this. The stairwell you were talking about, leads down into a private section. A massive room, a smaller room attached to it, probably an office, and an emergency exit. Looks like Alistair's office," Trilby paused for a moment to reflect upon the options before him. He had a limited array of information displayed at present, but surely, with the technology at his fingertips, he could get much more. Sure enough, after a few seconds of tweaking, the map suddenly began to glow bright orange. "My god... Look at those dots. Heat signatures. Each dot is a person. There we are, in that office, and look at the floors below us... there has to be at least two thousand souls in this compound... We're going to have to blow this place sky-high without being detected if we have any hope of pulling this off. God, I hope this base has a self destruct mechanism... Still, look. That chamber from earlier, potentially Alistair's office. Five heat signatures. Four of them are stationary, and one of the dots seems to be dancing around, going back and forth between the others... Perhaps it's a torture chamber?" Trilby paused as he finished his sentence, allowing Gin to analyse the map for a moment before shutting down the panel. He had a job to do, and no amount of analysing maps would get it done.

Since he was disguised, he decided to casually travel around rather than sticking to the shadows. If he acted like he belonged, they'd believe he did. Opening the door to the booth, Trilby stepped out, casually hopping off the catwalk he was standing on and dropping the two floors down to the stone floor below. He landed with a tiny "doof!" and quickly surveyed his surroundings. "You okay?!" one of the nearby guards saw the drop and charged over in surprise. Trilby knew he had to play up to it or he'd be caught out. Clutching his right shin, Trilby remained hunched over, letting out a pained groan. "Fucking safety rail snapped in my hands, tossed me 'ver the blooming side and all," the guard approached Trilby quickly, placing a hand on his shoulder as he leaned in to check the damage. Trilby took advantage of the close quarters position to strike. His right hand's index finger slid into the round socket on the end of the Kunai's hilt, and with a single smooth movement, he had drawn it from the side of his boot and plunged it into the guard's throat. Rapidly checking his surroundings, Trilby saw a series of barrels stacked against the wall. He dragged the gullible guard towards the barrels, tearing off one of the lids. Apple cider. Placing the lid back on the barrel, he opened another. Apples. Another. Empty! Trilby jammed the man's corpse into the barrel, pulling the kunai out of his throat before slamming the lid on top of it. Turning to face his objective, Trilby sighed a bit. It was a very wide hallway, with several doors running down. Supply closets, storage, and an on-duty guard's lounge, all clearly labelled. On the far end of the hall however sat a pair of large double doors, with the word "HELL" painted above it in shoddy red ink. He wouldn't simply be able to trick Alistair's guards with his clumsy guard routine. His mere presence would make it clear he was an intruder. He'd have to strike hard and fast. Drawing Yamato, Trilby approached the door quickly, holding the blade in his right hand, the tip pointed towards the floor. Once he reached the doors, he leaned against them, listening intently. He could hear a four voices talking, about what seemed to be Poker. Fantastic, they were playing poker. They were off-guard. He could manipulate this. It was close quarters and they were unprepared. Numbers don't mean a damn thing if you aren't prepared for the onslaught, after all.

Thrusting Yamato's tip into the ground at his feet with enough force to make it suspend itself, Trilby began to weave hand signs. Ox, Dog, Rabbit. As the heel of his boot met with the centre of the double doors, he formed the Boar hand sign. Before they could rise from their table, Trilby's plan had been sprung. "Doton: Retsudo Tenshō no Jutsu!" the stone ground at their feet rapidly twisted up, crushing the legs of the unprepared guards. Not wasting time, Trilby pulled Yamato from the floor and charged the bound men, removing head after head, four in total. Still, they weren't meant to be hard. Alistair, on the other hand, would be. Now that the brief engagement was over, Trilby took the time to examine his surroundings, after he shut the doors to hide his handiwork of course. It was a small, now blood stained room, nothing particularly interesting. Except, of course, for a large steel bolted door, as you would expect to find in a vault. It had four key card slots, two on either side of the door. Four slots, four guards. Trilby began to rummage through the exposed torsos of each guard, eventually finding four key cards. "Knowing this stuff they'll all have to be inserted at once," Trilby said to his wife, handing her two of the cards before taking his position by the left of the door. Once his wife took her place on the opposite side, he would begin counting. "Three... Two... One... Now!"[/b] Trilby slotted both cards into the slots at once. Gin did the same on her side, and there was a moment of profound silence as they held their breath in unison. After a moment however, the door began to slide open, revealing a stairwell. Not wasting time, Trilby began to walk down the stairs, trying to hide his profound anxiety. Alistair, leader of the Black Arm Gang. He certainly wasn't a pushover. He'd united thousands of thugs under his iron fist, and they'd have to eliminate him to get anywhere with this operation. After a few flights of stairs, however, they reached the end, a short hallway leading out into a massive chamber. The smell of blood and charred flesh was potent, and he could hear someone screaming. Yep, his suspicions were accurate; it was a Torture chamber.