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“Eh… let’s just get this over with. I doubt the locals want us here either.” Having appeared further to the left of Akuseru, Jack strode in skeptically as his eyes swept across the byproduct of his handiwork. His hesitance was well founded of course considering the nature of their assignment. Given his last visit to this… village (for lack of a better word), one thing was clear within the shinobi’s mind. Unless the intruder had been actively relocated, chances were very high the surrounding rubble held no secrets save for perhaps a couple of scuff marks indicating a fight.

“Hey, Song! Check for blood splatters and tracks first. I can guarantee that most of this rubble was put here before the confrontation. The rocks won’t have much unless someone did something to them on purpose…”

Offering some brief insight on their surrounding area due to his prior visit, Jack continued to survey their surroundings while remaining alert and oriented. He’d stick accordingly to the plan and wait for Anuen to continue scrounging about.

Though less enthusiastic when compared to his team leader, Jack followed quickly in stride. His destination? The no longer existent walls of mist that had succumbed to his handiwork.

/exit to mizu

Having been told to vacate the premise, the Chuunin rose from his seat and moved towards the exit. There wasn’t really a reason to oblige, especially considering the fact that the snacks train had run low and all that remained of Song was a single messy puddle to clean. With that in mind, he’d simply leave. Pausing only once as if unsure to offer whether or not to help tidying up about the place, the lad thought better and simply left Akuseru to deal with the aftermath.

"I'll be back in a week to check up on it."

With that?  He'd close the door behind him after ensuring it was locked from the inside.  Heaven forbid a stranger barged in on the youth as he had done today.


/exit

OOC: Please remember to include the September bonus when grading!

Left speechless at Akuseru’s aggressions against Calypso, Jack turned to high tail it no sooner had the plant been secured. Hauling ass at a speed greater than light, he’d break the sound barrier or come damn near close to such a speed while maneuvering towards the elevators. Stifling his hurried breaths as the machine casually descended down to the first level, he’d forcibly regain his composure to the sweet elevator overtures of Blue Swede’s Hooked on a Feeling [x].

Doors opening with a melodious chime, he’d exit the complex with a face of stone. None would be the wiser of the shenanigans that had just passed.

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Back at Akuseru’s apartment...

With the trio having finally returned back to their safe haven, each had begun to go about their own tasks. Jack in particular had stopped by a local convenience store on the way back. Within in hands rest Yokozuna and the largest piece of industrial grade Velcro sold on the market. Cutting out a perfectly round piece, he’d firmly tag it to the bottom of the potted plant while slapping a second piece across the entire span of the window sill.

With Yokozuna’s throne now securely latched in place, he’d then hang a sign upon the window. In large, bold, red font it’d spell the words “CAUTION: DO NOT OPEN!!!” Taking a solitary glance at his handiwork, he’d then give a nod of approval while leaning against a nearby counter. Relishing one of the three doughnuts that had survived their kin’s annihilation prior to the fiasco, he’d turn and look at the group. “Wait a second… what flavor did you grab Anuen?” He was a bit skeptical that the boy had magically overcome his poor taste within the hour.

Impressed by Akuseru’s apparently semi-existent brain, Jack agreed rather reluctantly at the prospect of barging into Asato’s office. It was their best option however given the lack of any real alternatives and the obviousness of the choice. Of all the places their Hokage could hide the sprout, what would be safer than deep within his own lair?

Proceeding behind their daring scout, the dark haired man tried to blend in as well as possible. In other words, he’d appear as nervous as can be given his final destination and the implication of arriving on such a floor to begin with. It was the perfect disguise – 100% natural!

Oddly enough, the secretary was nowhere to be seen. That said, with the trio arriving at their final hurdle Jack would put to use what little he had to offer. Kneeling down onto the floor, a single ear pressed firmly against the ground in an attempt to listen for signs of movement. If there was one thing the shinobi had confidence in, it’d be his perception.

Having heard only the sweet, sweet sound of silence, he’d nod at his comrades before standing back upright. Inhaling rather slowly, he’d nod with affirmation of his own resolve before looking towards the pair. Were they ready?

This can’t be happening. This single thought echoed quietly within the confines of Jack’s mind as he’d squint into the enveloping darkness to make out the message in his hands. Having finally discerned its true meaning, a relived sigh sounded from within the closet as he slowly drudged himself up from the laundry hamper. Though seemingly a strange response to something so terrible, upon further consideration of the shinobi’s character, it would make sense for him to react as such.

Jack was never well suited for espionage, stealth and skulking in the shadows. When considering his repertoire, it’d only make sense that an undercover operation such as this would end poorly. This ever looming sense of impending failure resulted in a massive amount of stress upon the lad, leaving him thoroughly exhausted yet relived once the gig was up.

It appeared as though his companions had caught on as well. Both of them entering the room with a sense of panic, he’d leave the closet with a dejected look while outstretching a single hand containing the false Yokozuna with an attached note dangling from the leaf. “Yeah… I know.” Looking back at the faux woman standing before the trio, he’d sigh again before addressing it. “So? When do we go to meet him?...”

The question was primarily rhetorical. Given the nature of most clone jutsu, it wouldn’t surprise Jack if Asato was turning around a nearby corner.  That said, judging from the sound of his voice, it appeared as though the Chuunin had come to accept his fate rather well.