1 Hate crooked cops (A rank criminal mission invite only) Thu Oct 03, 2013 10:56 pm
Tsuyo
D-rank
Tsuyo stood at the height of a cliff looking over a small town outside the main village of Iwagakure. His black cloak billowed around him as the wind howled as if the pain in the night sky was about to descend upon the earth. Behind the wolf's mask silver eyes looked up to the moon. So full and beautiful. Tonight was going to be a night that would change how history was written. His mind recalled how Kazu had mentioned that there where crooked cops. Now that one of his shipments had been intercepted he had to involve himself in these matters. Still the fact that so few people where willing to stand up against the oppressive nature of these crooked men irked him. A slight fluctuation in his temper. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was here alone. And in truth was protecting a nation of innocents. Not just his own business. Failure and defeat was anything but an option. The hand that protects had more to lose then the hand that tore into the innocence of others. For if he failed many would pay the price. But as his cold gaze looked down over the district, Abandoned long ago by the people there he felt no pity for those who where about to stand against him. He would not be gentle descending into the night. He would not quietly abandon the truth before his eyes. The men down there had sins to pay for.
Slowly he began to move. The path he took down from the cliff was a simple one and the foot prints in the dirt told him it was commonly used. Chances where he would fall upon a patrol before he got anywhere near the complex. Still he could feel the rage rising like a sickness inside. His blood pumping as if the souls of the murdered urged him on. Bodies buried in the dirt where families would never find them. Feelings evolved with no way to tell the ones they lost. His fist clenched tightly against the leather of his gloves. He watched as the tree line faded away and there he was cloak flapping in the night. He had told no one of his intentions tonight. But he hadn't exactly tried to sneak out either. Honestly he hoped he had a guardian angel out there in case he got over his head. Still as if a step of faith was all that was needed his next step into the light of the village seemed to weave away all his doubts from his expression. Instead it was replaced by a cold and inconsiderate frown. As if nothing in the world could hinder his thoughts. He was determined to make some sort of scene tonight. Already up ahead he could see men chatting around his wagon. Looking over some fine armor and some swords and cross bows. A rather expensive shipment. And he was here to collect and then some. No one stole from him.
Slowly he began to move. The path he took down from the cliff was a simple one and the foot prints in the dirt told him it was commonly used. Chances where he would fall upon a patrol before he got anywhere near the complex. Still he could feel the rage rising like a sickness inside. His blood pumping as if the souls of the murdered urged him on. Bodies buried in the dirt where families would never find them. Feelings evolved with no way to tell the ones they lost. His fist clenched tightly against the leather of his gloves. He watched as the tree line faded away and there he was cloak flapping in the night. He had told no one of his intentions tonight. But he hadn't exactly tried to sneak out either. Honestly he hoped he had a guardian angel out there in case he got over his head. Still as if a step of faith was all that was needed his next step into the light of the village seemed to weave away all his doubts from his expression. Instead it was replaced by a cold and inconsiderate frown. As if nothing in the world could hinder his thoughts. He was determined to make some sort of scene tonight. Already up ahead he could see men chatting around his wagon. Looking over some fine armor and some swords and cross bows. A rather expensive shipment. And he was here to collect and then some. No one stole from him.
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