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A skeptical voice called out from the distance while the two individuals maintained a deadlocked stare. “That’s how you train your cat?...” If one were to look, a dark haired man had approached from the nearby scenery upon hearing the commotion. His appearance wasn’t too unusual, consisting of relatively dark clothing with only a longbow and quiver at his back standing out slightly. This figure approached while maintaining a relaxed expression, showing interest in the events that had played out before him.

With each nonchalant step taken, he’d eye the situation curiously before shooting a darting glance at the nearby battered tree. Originally the man had come here for archery practice. That tree resting between them had traditionally served as a pin cushion. Were one to check the other side, they’d notice a well carved target along with an innumerable number of small holes digging deep into the bark. Though the place itself was a bit secluded and out of the way, the archer had chosen this location primarily for that reason. With fewer individuals lurking around, chances of a misfire were significantly lower, especially when practicing long distance shooting (in which a number of things could happen during the arrow’s travel time after release).

Considering how the shinobi wasn’t one to prolong an awkward situation, he’d take the initial step. Pointing at the cat, then himself, then the woman whom had gone unintroduced, he’d wave amicably at the strange duo while starting a round of introductions. “So he’s Shinji, I’m Jack, and you are…?”

“Kid, they’re probably gone.” The sentence had double meaning, implicating the bomber’s death and the escapes of his accomplices were any around. Judging by the crowd’s commentary, at least some of the individuals were familiar with the suspect’s identity. Quickly eyeing his surroundings, Jack stopped the citizen that had mentioned recognizing the bomber. Hand grabbing the man to pull him aside, he’d question him directly rather than putting forth pleasantries. “You! You said you knew the man? Who was he? What’d he do for a living? Where can I find the family?”

Repeating his string of queries once more in a slower fashion, the shinobi eventually found himself satisfied with the information given. Apparently the individual was a rather wealthy man that profited primarily through investments in a think tank that invented the concept behind “Accelerated Innate Microbiology.” Releasing his grip from the man’s arm, he’d turn to Song upon hearing his musings.

“Sounds legit given the guy’s background. You think any blood’s left after this explosion though? Chances are high it all evaporated in the blast.” A shiver was sent down the chuunin’s spine at the prospect of human bombs. For more personal reasons, that statement hit a little closer to home than he’d like given his lineage. That said, he’d leave his blood line out of the conversation. The topic was something Jack still denied mentally and had pushed toward the back of his mind. “It’s possible. That fatty clan back in town uses chakra to convert calories into energy. Who’s to say there isn’t some drug out there to induce the same process… but to the extreme? Something big, to the point that it’d eat them up down to the bone and then some.”

Pausing once more, he'd turn to Akuseru to check up on the lad's mental status before proceeding. "Think we should follow up with the family?"

“Sure. You could say that.” Likewise removing his ANBU mask, Jack commented rather dryly with little enthusiasm. It was clear that the lad was mulling over their arduous one week training course from hell. Though this held true, the brevity of his response held a deeper meaning. Having been taught less orthodox manners of investigation, he’d remain more quiet than usual with full understanding that Akuseru would disapprove should he find out. Unlike his squad mate, Anuen, the shinobi had willingly accepted the promotion. Desperate to climb the career ladder even further, he had quickly realized the price that was paid.

Dressed in a similarly styled hooded, black trench coat, Jack followed not too far behind their team leader clad in white. Unlike his companions however, his physical appearance was altered via use of henge, creating the visage of a grizzled, blonde haired man in about his mid-thirties. Given the oddity of their garbs and the large amount of equipment saddled by Jack himself, the youth deemed it appropriate to alter his appearance further due to their inability as a whole to remain low profile.

Hearing Song’s initial remark regarding their objective, a disapproving look was shot towards the opposing hood. Considering the number of ears and individuals drifting about, it was a rather careless comment on the Uchiha’s end. The last thing the trio wanted was for their prey to be on high alert after realizing that a game of cat and mouse was about to begin. That said, his junior’s words were slightly off the mark as well. “Finding it won’t do us any good if the client’s been dead from the start. Remember our priorities.”

Eventually arriving at the hotel’s entrance, Jack paused for a moment while turning to Anuen. A while back he had noticed the lad fidgeting with a device recently exposed to the pair during this boot camp. Quietly moving over to the quirky youth, he’d check the results of Song’s eavesdropping. “Any fish biting?”