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Entry tags:
Log: RM What Was Lost
Title: What Was Lost
Type: RP log
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Character(s): Tenten, Kakuzu; brief mentions of Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Madara
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: I own only the part that I played in this.
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red_moon_comm comm. 'Precious items have been taken and an unlikely team has been charged to get them back.'
Dedicated to: My love of mafia games
There were many benefits with working for a seemingly reputable security agency. It was a nice cover for her real profession, and explained well enough the skills that she had accumulated over the years in order to survive the deadly day to day difficulties that came with working for one of the biggest mafia families in the city. The schedule was flexible enough so that she could handle the responsibilities while still managing to tend to her duties with the Uchiha. Her position as the head of her security team allowed Tenten to see the flaws and discrepancies in other systems so that she could ensure that the same mistakes were not made with shipments for Sasuke or Madara. And most importantly, perhaps, the job gave the young woman direct access to the trade and transactions that occurred frequently in the Black Market system.
More often than not, valuable artifacts were placed in her care. Rare paintings from long dead artists, ancient tapestries woven by the most skilled of hands from thousands of years ago, among others. And always, when it could be arranged and when it profited the family, she would procure such items for the organization to sell into the underground trading system. Or simply to keep for their own growing collection. Money, after all, was what made the world turn. And throughout it all, there had never been a problem keeping them in Uchiha hands until such time as they saw it fit to relieve themselves of it for something far better.
That is, until now.
She had been furious when the news finally came to her: at least two pieces from the Ancient Greek collection of weaponry were found missing. Stolen, rather, was a better word to describe it, by a newly rising group of rogues that had recently made the city their home. And while she felt it would be fairly easy to get them back, there was a small part of her that could not help but wish for revenge. True, they were still adjusting from the merging of the two factions and Tenten was reluctant to defend anything relating to Madara's half of the organization. But Sasuke's reputation was also at stake here and so the young woman saw it fit to restore it by procuring the items back. Through any means she deemed necessary. Even if it meant working with those that she still viewed as the enemy.
"Do you know the plan?" she inquired evenly, taking a moment to glance up at her accomplice.
Green eyes flickered to the small woman by his side. She hardly looked like the weapon mistress he knew she was. But then this was not the first time Kakuzu encountered things that were not what they seemed. On the other hand he was exactly as he seemed, dangerous. Kakuzu didn't come here over honor... Well not the same as his temporary partner, instead he had come out to do this simply because he hated people stealing from him, and if it involved the organization he was in... That was more than close enough.
Dark lips thinned, "Nothing detailed."
It wasn't so much honor that was the driving force behind Tenten's intentions, but an overwhelming sense of pride. As well, perhaps, as fear. The Uchiha were one of the most powerful families in the city. And this no-name upstart had dared to steal from them, the organization that she was a key component of. That rested at the foundation of her reputation. And if a lowly group of rogues could break through the organization's defenses, what's to stop other, more resourceful clans from trying as well? Unchecked, they could very well have a major problem on their hands. Because, while powerful, the Uchiha were not invincible. And pawns could only be sacrificed for so long before their reserves ran dry. Then, like a monstrous disease, it would begin eating away at the entire clan until there was nothing left.
Tenten would not allow that. Could not even allow the possibility of that. Better to cut off the problem now before one started.
"Just get us in there with as little problems as possible," Tenten replied, taking in the whole expanse of the warehouse in one sweeping glance, "The rest I'll figure out after I know how many we'll be dealing with."
"Close combat then." He said finally to himself. His voice though commanding was low enough that it did not ring through the place.
He shouldered his beloved sniper and unzipped his coat to get at his pistols. He didn't like close combat much... Far too messy. Standing solidly on his feet, eyes flashing continuously, after all he didn't learn nothing from all those scars, he asked, "Anything else I should know about?"
"Yeah," she replied evenly, her tone cold and calm to match the look of neutrality on the young woman's face, "Keep the grunts in front of you."
It was, perhaps, somewhat extreme to give such advice to the other. Especially when it seemed like all he wished to do was to barge in first, guns blazing, and ask questions later when the majority of the occupants were dead. Sacrificing lives was not exactly something Tenten felt completely comfortable doing. But as was true for all parts of human nature, the young woman possessed a sadistic streak as well that tended to come out when she was feeling particularly vengeful. "They're shit when it comes to combat and were the worst in the bunch during training, but they make good shields when necessary."
All around her, Tenten could feel the others moving and shifting into position, preparing for the confrontation that was to take place. All the while, none of them heard or realized that they were only brought along because they had been deemed expendable and replaceable. That they were nothing but cannon fodder to feed the clan's need for retribution and the warring family's struggle for power. But they should've known, she thought. This business was filled with nothing but danger and death.
"And don't start shooting until it's confirmed that they're the ones who took the weapons," she added, almost as an afterthought, "Unless they shoot at you first, of course."
It wasn't that Kakuzu wanted to go in guns blazing. He didn't have that need to show off. All he wanted to do in fact was just get this over and done with. At her curt comment his thin lips twitched into a smirk for a split second before his face returned to it's impassive expression.
"I'm used to fighting alone." He said by way of explanation. He didn't like the fact they had gotten into place so smoothly. No traps, no guards, no nothing... It did not feel right. "I'll leave strategy to you."
It was the best course of action really, she at least was experienced at things like this. And Kakuzu didn't have that much pride he wouldn't defer to those more capable than he. After another minute he added, "This does not feel right."
If given a choice between a handful of innocent lives and the organization, she would have chosen the latter every time. Because to her, the others meant nothing. Compared to the collective, they were nothing. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, as the saying goes. And with how well establish the Uchiha regime was getting to become, its purposes certainly held more importance over a small few who were nothing more than worker bees serving the hive. Ones that could easily be replaced.
Besides, the men should have known. Should have understood that the risks that came with being a part of something this exclusive would be dangerous. The rise to power and control did not come without sacrifices. Or casualties.
"It never does in this business," she responded, all the while clicking the safety off from her gun as they proceeded forward, "That's why, in a game of chess, the pawns always go first."
And indeed, she did allow the others to move ahead of them, staying relatively behind and in the shadows whilst keeping an attentive eye towards the rear for anyone who might think to sneak up on them. One could not be too careful. With so many crates and boxes stacked up in the warehouse, there were plenty of places for the enemy to hide. And so many chances for them to strike first without warning. "Keep an eye out. I'm gonna go look for the weapons."
Type: RP log
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Character(s): Tenten, Kakuzu; brief mentions of Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Madara
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: I own only the part that I played in this.
Note: Log originally started for the
red_moon_comm comm. 'Precious items have been taken and an unlikely team has been charged to get them back.'Dedicated to: My love of mafia games
There were many benefits with working for a seemingly reputable security agency. It was a nice cover for her real profession, and explained well enough the skills that she had accumulated over the years in order to survive the deadly day to day difficulties that came with working for one of the biggest mafia families in the city. The schedule was flexible enough so that she could handle the responsibilities while still managing to tend to her duties with the Uchiha. Her position as the head of her security team allowed Tenten to see the flaws and discrepancies in other systems so that she could ensure that the same mistakes were not made with shipments for Sasuke or Madara. And most importantly, perhaps, the job gave the young woman direct access to the trade and transactions that occurred frequently in the Black Market system.
More often than not, valuable artifacts were placed in her care. Rare paintings from long dead artists, ancient tapestries woven by the most skilled of hands from thousands of years ago, among others. And always, when it could be arranged and when it profited the family, she would procure such items for the organization to sell into the underground trading system. Or simply to keep for their own growing collection. Money, after all, was what made the world turn. And throughout it all, there had never been a problem keeping them in Uchiha hands until such time as they saw it fit to relieve themselves of it for something far better.
That is, until now.
She had been furious when the news finally came to her: at least two pieces from the Ancient Greek collection of weaponry were found missing. Stolen, rather, was a better word to describe it, by a newly rising group of rogues that had recently made the city their home. And while she felt it would be fairly easy to get them back, there was a small part of her that could not help but wish for revenge. True, they were still adjusting from the merging of the two factions and Tenten was reluctant to defend anything relating to Madara's half of the organization. But Sasuke's reputation was also at stake here and so the young woman saw it fit to restore it by procuring the items back. Through any means she deemed necessary. Even if it meant working with those that she still viewed as the enemy.
"Do you know the plan?" she inquired evenly, taking a moment to glance up at her accomplice.
Green eyes flickered to the small woman by his side. She hardly looked like the weapon mistress he knew she was. But then this was not the first time Kakuzu encountered things that were not what they seemed. On the other hand he was exactly as he seemed, dangerous. Kakuzu didn't come here over honor... Well not the same as his temporary partner, instead he had come out to do this simply because he hated people stealing from him, and if it involved the organization he was in... That was more than close enough.
Dark lips thinned, "Nothing detailed."
It wasn't so much honor that was the driving force behind Tenten's intentions, but an overwhelming sense of pride. As well, perhaps, as fear. The Uchiha were one of the most powerful families in the city. And this no-name upstart had dared to steal from them, the organization that she was a key component of. That rested at the foundation of her reputation. And if a lowly group of rogues could break through the organization's defenses, what's to stop other, more resourceful clans from trying as well? Unchecked, they could very well have a major problem on their hands. Because, while powerful, the Uchiha were not invincible. And pawns could only be sacrificed for so long before their reserves ran dry. Then, like a monstrous disease, it would begin eating away at the entire clan until there was nothing left.
Tenten would not allow that. Could not even allow the possibility of that. Better to cut off the problem now before one started.
"Just get us in there with as little problems as possible," Tenten replied, taking in the whole expanse of the warehouse in one sweeping glance, "The rest I'll figure out after I know how many we'll be dealing with."
"Close combat then." He said finally to himself. His voice though commanding was low enough that it did not ring through the place.
He shouldered his beloved sniper and unzipped his coat to get at his pistols. He didn't like close combat much... Far too messy. Standing solidly on his feet, eyes flashing continuously, after all he didn't learn nothing from all those scars, he asked, "Anything else I should know about?"
"Yeah," she replied evenly, her tone cold and calm to match the look of neutrality on the young woman's face, "Keep the grunts in front of you."
It was, perhaps, somewhat extreme to give such advice to the other. Especially when it seemed like all he wished to do was to barge in first, guns blazing, and ask questions later when the majority of the occupants were dead. Sacrificing lives was not exactly something Tenten felt completely comfortable doing. But as was true for all parts of human nature, the young woman possessed a sadistic streak as well that tended to come out when she was feeling particularly vengeful. "They're shit when it comes to combat and were the worst in the bunch during training, but they make good shields when necessary."
All around her, Tenten could feel the others moving and shifting into position, preparing for the confrontation that was to take place. All the while, none of them heard or realized that they were only brought along because they had been deemed expendable and replaceable. That they were nothing but cannon fodder to feed the clan's need for retribution and the warring family's struggle for power. But they should've known, she thought. This business was filled with nothing but danger and death.
"And don't start shooting until it's confirmed that they're the ones who took the weapons," she added, almost as an afterthought, "Unless they shoot at you first, of course."
It wasn't that Kakuzu wanted to go in guns blazing. He didn't have that need to show off. All he wanted to do in fact was just get this over and done with. At her curt comment his thin lips twitched into a smirk for a split second before his face returned to it's impassive expression.
"I'm used to fighting alone." He said by way of explanation. He didn't like the fact they had gotten into place so smoothly. No traps, no guards, no nothing... It did not feel right. "I'll leave strategy to you."
It was the best course of action really, she at least was experienced at things like this. And Kakuzu didn't have that much pride he wouldn't defer to those more capable than he. After another minute he added, "This does not feel right."
If given a choice between a handful of innocent lives and the organization, she would have chosen the latter every time. Because to her, the others meant nothing. Compared to the collective, they were nothing. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, as the saying goes. And with how well establish the Uchiha regime was getting to become, its purposes certainly held more importance over a small few who were nothing more than worker bees serving the hive. Ones that could easily be replaced.
Besides, the men should have known. Should have understood that the risks that came with being a part of something this exclusive would be dangerous. The rise to power and control did not come without sacrifices. Or casualties.
"It never does in this business," she responded, all the while clicking the safety off from her gun as they proceeded forward, "That's why, in a game of chess, the pawns always go first."
And indeed, she did allow the others to move ahead of them, staying relatively behind and in the shadows whilst keeping an attentive eye towards the rear for anyone who might think to sneak up on them. One could not be too careful. With so many crates and boxes stacked up in the warehouse, there were plenty of places for the enemy to hide. And so many chances for them to strike first without warning. "Keep an eye out. I'm gonna go look for the weapons."