Amidst the seemingly peaceful afternoon, as the sand whirled underfoot, the Akatsuki had finally made their move. Tonight, they decided, the jinchūriki Gaara would be captured - and the great one-tailed beast, Shukaku, would be theirs. This in turn would begin the process of sealing every bijū the other villages held, and the organization would at last have their goal of peace within grasp.
When the two shrouded figures approached the gates to Suna, a bird aloft in the air beside the taller of the two, a Sunagakure council member greeted them with the utmost respect. The man had been working undercover for four years, without being aware of it, and had now found his master once more.
As Deidara, the partner of the intimidating Sasori of the Red Sand, made his way into the sky of the village, he asked the puppet master what they were to do with the luggage - which was wrapped within the tail feathers of one of his many pure white clay creatures.
"Dump it; we won't be needing it anymore. Let this village do what it pleases with it."
"Ah," was all the blonde answered in response before taking to the skies to scan the area of the soon to be battleground.
Evening drew closer, and the clay artist threw his spider shaped weapons near the unsuspecting scouts - from which point, they latched themselves onto the faces of the shinobi and were detonated, taking out their targets with them. Before anyone could discover what he had done, Deidara flew his unnatural bird to the edge of one of the buildings, that held a corpse already, and disposed of the extra weight he had been harboring. The body had rolled out of the unfurled feathers, and was left behind as the Akatsuki member continued with his assignment, only allowing himself one last glance before soaring off.
Not long after that, the Kazekage of the Village Hidden in the Sand addressed the suspicious bird and rode into battle upon his famous sand, that had protected him thus far. Soon another ninja grew weary, and as he checked up upon one of his scout colleagues, he discovered two laying bodies at the post. One was undoubtedly the man who had been put on watch duty, but the other one, the breathing one, was a face he did not recognize. As he gazed up, searching for an explanation, he spotted the clash overhead and prioritized the safety of the Kazekage; he immediately rushed downstairs and briefed his superiors of the situation between Gaara and the unknown person with whom he was fighting.
That night was one of the longest Suna had ever had to endure, as their entire existence was threatened. And, unfortunately for them, it ended with the people of the village crying out for their lost leader - who couldn't hear them any more. All that was left to show for the night were the crumbled outer walls, countless dead corpses, note traps, and the girl left behind - bundled in an Akatsuki cloak.