Chapter - The Begining of The End
Kabuto looked down upon the many hundreds that had chosen to join Lord Orochimaru's village. All had joined for their own reason, but now, it was too risky to be so open concerning recruitment. The Konoha traitors had grown suspicious of the Sound. Many had been Shinobi at some point, most had the good sense to see that chakra was dying, But so long as they could kill, it didnt matter. Regardless, the continent would turn to the gun, most know, but some strive to resist, and the stubborn country's clinging desperately to their shinobi, ignoring Soldiers, would burn.
The hundreds before Kabuto were willing to fight Konoha, for their countrys have been ruined by Konoha one way or another. Those of the Mist were there because Konoha has prolonged the fight against impurity for too long. Those of Stone were here to avenge the thousands mindlessly slaughtered by the Yondaime. Dozens of the soldiers were of Konohas 'ally' the Sand, there to show the leader of Wind country that Konoha doesn't deserve missions meant for Suna.
It was time for Kabuto to say the speech he has spent weeks writing for this very moment.
"Loyal and cherished soldiers of the army of Sound, all of us come from many different places. All of us have one thing in common. Konoha.", The crowd began to nod, a few shouting approval. "Konoha has prolonged too many wars, too many great men and women, all killed for no good reason." Everyone was roaring now.
"However," Kabuto continues, "No one has been strong or wiling enough to pull their shit together and do something!" The cheeres stopped. If looks could kill, a new word would have been invented to describe Kabutos ssystematic evisceration. Kabuto hurried to bury the hook, "This is why we have gatherd here today. A few of you had been chosen, you know who you are, to participate in a mission that, WHEN succecful, will have the ability to bring Konoha to it's knees. Together, and only together, we shall do what our respective nations have failed repeatedly to do!"
Everyone was cheering.
Elsewhere
A man with a scar over his nose and his hair in a pony tail, wearing a green flack vest over a blue long sleeve shirt was standing in a waiting room, awaiting permission to enter his leaders office.
In his hands was the one thing that made him, visibly, more than a civilian. A half inch thick slab of steel attached to a blue cloth. However, it wasn't the metal that set him apart, it was the symbol on the metal.
An almost swirl that somehow represented the hidden leaf village.
Bang!
The eyes belonging to to man, Iruka Umino, went to the source of the sound.
A door had been slammed open.
A one eyed man with his left hand holding a cane, his right arm remaining concealed in a sling, stormed out of the Hokage's, the village leaders, office.
The one eyed man turned to face the Hokage said, "I don't know what has made you soft, Sarutubi, but the sound village is right by the border, overflowing with missing nin and rouge soldiers from all across the continent. A preemptive strike is necessary, and I intend to see it happen!"
The voice of the Hokage came from the office, "We have few enough allies as it is, Danzo. The Sound Village makes me nervous as well, but we have no way of knowing who their friends with. As soon as you make leave, I have business to attend to that should be satisfactory to us both! Just be patient."
The now identified Danzo turned and left the waiting room.
Iruka coutiously made his way into his leaders office, "You wanted to see me, Hokage, sir?"
The elderly man, wearing white robes with red accents, regarded Iruka with a look that had some question whether this man truly had killed hundreds in combat. "Iruka, I assume you've caught the end of Danzo's visit?"
"Not if it doesn't concern me, sir."
"Iruka my friend, that had much to do with you, though, before jumping to conclusions, you are not in trouble."
Iruka let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. "May I ask, how does this concern me?"
"You have friends in the Armed branches of the Military and you yourself train Shinobi in the academy, no?"
"Yes sir, I have friends and I am an instructor."
"Allow me to tell you of the situation, Shinobi are growing fewer, and Soldiers are unexplored. All of this village's elite are busy trying to keep Konoha away from the bottom of world powers. Until we can bring more Shinobi or Soldiers, if we can, I want you put together a team. They have to be young, no specific brance beyond being combat trained. Before you ask, they have to be inexperienced because we cannot afford to have unnecessary cousualties born from failed retraining. This team will need to know how to use shadows, like Shinobi of my day, and they need to be familiar with modern technology. I would recomend one ninja, and one Soldier, but that, along with number of the team, will be for you to decide. You will be given a budget to pioneer a, hopefully, perfect military brance."
"Sir, what is the budget, how much time do I have, and how big do you hope for this brance to grow?"
"So you accept. Budget will be nine digits every six months to a year, depending on how expensive the gear is, necessary gear is to your discretion, you have one month to pick the team, and I would prefer this branch be less than a rumor, that means smaller than ANBU black ops. Should they be discovered though, I want them to grow, but not so much so that recruitment becomes easy."
"I am afraid the initial budget is too high for such a small initial team sir."
"That will be for another time Iruka, good day."
The Next Day
Iruka was not going to wait until the last minute. At 7:00 AM he was at the Armed Forces training facility, located just off center on the map... Of training ground #44. As Iruka was walking through the training facility's firing range, he couldn't help but marvel at the effortless destruction caused by the very loud weapons.
"The ease modern technology gives to taking a life is truly horrifying."
"It's not so easy handling one of those weapons, old friend. How often do you hear about a jutsu accidentally discharging, killing and wounding several allies do to the slightest misstep."
Iruka looked to the source of the voice. The voices owner was a man with tired black eyes, silver hair tied back, and dispite the white tanto on his back, wore the uniform of a Marine Drill Instructor. Iruka also noted, nervously, the side arm that Iruka didn't have the knowlage to identify.
"Sakumo, sir, I must say, you'd be surprised. Are guns truly that dangerous, sir?"
"Iruka, I was once a Shinobi myself, and I still work with them from time to time. Concerning guns, they are only dangerous to the untrained, and the enemy."
"Of course, sir. I am acting on orders from the Hokage to put together a team of rookies for something I'm not a liberty to discuss openly, sir."
"I can think of a few rookies, but most of them are someplace in the village, I can call them now. By the way, stop calling me 'sir', we are, for all intentions, equal rank."
"Yes sir, thank you sir."
The White Fang sighed in annoyance,
"Your just trying to annoy me, aren't you kid?"
"Not at all...
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Two months later
"Are you in position?" A lightly armored silver haired man wearing glasses spoke into his radio.
The Special ops steam had been briefed and moved to hide in the land of wind. A godforsaken hellhole that only a few dared to call home. The dessert protected the hidden sand from invasion at almost all angles, luckily for Kabuto, Sands WMD's were kept out of the village in case of accident. With the remoteness of the facility, it could take days for Sand to learn what has become of the gaurds. Kabuto had men on the inside, unfortunately, they would join those they betrayed in death. They didn't need to know that though.
"Yes lord Kabuto, the entry points you specified are open. What are my orders?"
The radio was silent.
"Lord Kabuto?"
More silence
Kabuto chambered a round into his surprresed M16.
He switched to a different channel on his radio. "Begin the operation."
Kabuto and his team of four others stacked up by the door. The next room had six armed guards, each with a gun trained on the door. There was also one ninja hanging back.
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BOOM
An explosion that went off on the opposite side of the facility had the guards turn.
Pew, pew, pew, pew
Controlled burst fire left anyone wearing Sands flag dead. One, who was seizing, was shot in the temple before he could make a sound. As gunfire and explosions sent echoes throuout the facility, Kabuto's unit continued to clear rooms and hallways with controlled suppressed fire. Kabuto's unit grew confident when they reached the shielded door.
"Sound surpressers off, Mikoto, set up a breach charge."
Codename Mikoto was the first to die. Kabuto had assumed the blast would have disoriented any one in the next room, but those guys were pros. Kabuto's unit was mowed down, all he could do was watch in horror as the bullets took them down. At that moment, the assault team had breached the opposite door. Kabuto used the distraction to shoot the Sand soldiers in the backs. Kabuto stood, despite the three 45. rounds burried in his ribs.
"Looks like we got here right in time huh, Kabuto?"
"You have to give me some credit, Kimmimaro. We weren't caught 'till just now." Kabuto grunted out.
"Whatever you say Kabuto, anyways, weapons are secure. Can you walk,it's a long back way to bas- ehurk!"
Bang, Bang, Bang
Kimmimaro jerked with each shot before turning around and launching his fingers into the lone sand survivor.
Kabuto helped Kimmimaro stand up, "Let's return to base and have you looked at."
"Shouldn't we pick up your task forces bodies, Kabuto?"
"No, the sand could find out about this in two hours, or in two Months. We can't chance it. Besides, all able personal are transferring precious cargo."
One month later
The ANBU team was making a sweep thought the hallways that stunk of the all too familiar taint of rotten flesh. The employees and gaurds were all killed by guns. Judging by how the exit wound were on the front of some of the corpses the strike was coordinated with the numerous explosions out front. A rustle. All the Sand ANBU drew their swords and prepared jutsu.
A rat popped out of a corpses eye socket.
"Secure the WMD's and move on, I want the hell out of here five minutes ago." The one wearing captains stripes spoke."SIR" A young ANBU trainee ran up, risking death, "The WMD's are all gone! We found corpses bearing the symbol of Sound!"
"Fuck!"
"Son of a bitch!"
"The Kazekage won't like it, but Konoha needs to be warned that their suspicions may be true."
"What Suspicions, sir?"
Splinter Cell: Head of the Snake
