"Yo-hohoho, yo-hohoho. Yo-hohoho, yo-hohoho," a women hums softly as she glides across the ocean in her small skiff. Nothing to big, just big enough for her and the chest she uses as her seat. Small enough for her to slide past the naval ships stationed at the dock of the Marine base and settle beneath the pier located on the south side of the island.
Exhaling slowly, she ties the skiff off near land and cautiously peeks over the edge of the jetty to check that the coast is clear of any marine guards that may be patrolling the area that surrounds the back entrance of the marine base.
The Mount Túnel Marine Training Base on Sinuoso Túnel Island is was built to train marines for the harsher conditions of that they will face on the Grand Line. However, due to the harsh environment and unpredictable weather patterns of the autumn island allows it to be the perfect place to hold important documents and other pieces of information that the Marines and the World Government would rather see destroyed… but cannot. A library, as large as Ohara's, filled with everything the Government knows and fears.
Unique in its design, the base is built within the winding tunnels that riddle the large mountain and give the island its name. These tunnels make working through the base to the library a challenge. Not to mention the hordes of hundreds of marines that live and work within the mountain confines also add to the difficulty of the mission.
There is a small town located at the base of the northern side of the mountain that backs on to the main entrance of the base. Due to the conditions of the island the only patrons that reside within this small town ship are those that work in the tunnels mining minerals and maintaining the integrity of the walls of the marine base and their families.
The young women slowly pulled herself out from under the pier she was stationed under and made her way over the gravelly ground to the an rocky outcrop located next the steel blotted door that leads into tunnel system. As it starts to drizzle the women takes shelter between several large boulders. Pulling the lose strands of her blonde hair that had fallen out of her ponytail, she wraps a red ribbon around her head in order to prevent it from falling back into her eyes. Once that's done she hugs herself in an attempt to stay warm. Wearing only what can be called an altered nurses outfit, she shivered as the rain picked up more and started to pour down. She knew the material of her dress would dry out quickly when she entered the compound, so the women knew that the chill wouldn't hold.
"Should be almost time now" she mumbled to herself as glanced at her watch. In two minutes when the single sounded she would have to break down the door and enter the maze of tunnels and find the information the client requested and anything else that took her interest; which there would most likely be.
According to the plan she had devised with her captain and crew mates, she would have approximately 15 minutes to break through the door, enter the tunnel system, locate the library, grab the information and start making her way back out. It wouldn't matter if she couldn't get out in the 15 minutes she had her methods if it came to that. No she needed the distraction from her crewmates so she could retrieve the information with as little distraction as possible. The information pack she was looking for was a small document but she had little knowledge as to where it was located in the library it would be located. The Intel they had gathered from the town was helpful in retrieving a detailed map of the compound and the approximate size of the library but as to how the library was sorted was a complete mystery to the villages. The client didn't give much detail as to what the document contained (to believe that they didn't know either) but the topic of it was in relation to the Ohara, the poneglyphs and the void century. Each of these topics is very illegal to know about.
The women glanced at her watch again, 30 seconds and counting, perking up her ears to pick any sounds that the winds will bring to her. She crawls towards the door to start checking it out. It's not a large by any means, but large enough for a group of marines to pass through to get to the docked ships two by two.
20 seconds left, the door was made of reinforced steel with several solid dead bolts locking the door in place.
10 seconds now, the bolts were nothing that the women couldn't handle all it would take would be a simple increase in pressure inside would pop the locks right off.
9 seconds, one last glance to make sure there was no marines have come wondering by.
8 seconds, seeing the coast is clear, she gets in position…
7 seconds, she places her hands over the locks…
6 seconds, she focuses the air in to the locks…
5 seconds, she holds that postion…
4 seconds, holds it…
3 seconds, "not yet"…
2 seconds…
1…
BANG!