She stood before them in a sort of defiant silence, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Her insides churned in agony, but her pale features remained frozen in a carefully indifferent mask.
Standing on the tip of one of the statue's fingers, one of the figures spoke, "Interesting…it seems that Mitsuoka is resisting our efforts rather successfully."
In response, another figure, a redhead, commented, "Considering the beast's nature, it would have been better for Orochimaru to have been here. He always was good at sealing jutsus."
"So now what are we supposed to do with her?" the tall, blue-skinned one asked, nodding in her direction.
"We have two choices," one of them, who she couldn't see clearly remarked, "We can either use her as an agent…" he finished the sentence in a different voice, "Or we can kill her."
"Killing her is not an option," one replied sharply.
"Getting a bit of a soft spot for the host, eh?" another jibed, "How unlike you."
"Shut it," the first speaker hissed, eyes flashing red in the darkness, "Say it again and so help me, I'll kill you."
"Back down, you two," the original speaker, the one in charge, she expected, stepped between them, "Besides, Itachi's right, we can't exactly kill her. Kill her and you kill the demon inside her as well." He turned to the blue man, "Kisame, you are to look over her until we decide on what to do with her."
"Are you sure about that?" the redhead murmured, but the leader shot him a look that gave the statement no uncertain finality.
Glaring at Kisame, the one called Itachi made a simple hand gesture and watched grimly as their captive crumpled to the floor.