I DO NOT OWN NARUTO
"Target is leaving the parking garage, repeat, target is leaving the parking garage." A deep voice said into his headset.
"Roger that. Proceed with the tail, remember our target is incredibly skilled in detection, use extreme cautious." Another masculine voice was heard over the team's radio frequency.
"Understood. Target is heading east down I-34." There was several minutes of radio silence as team one and team two followed there target at a discreet distance down the interstate.
"Target has taken Exit 15, proceeding towards Hwy 89." The deep voice reported. Tension was high as the traffic thinned out, making tailing the subject more difficult. The man they were dealing with was a highly trained CIA operative. He was on the tracker squad that hunted down the most elusive and dangerous criminals. Shino Aburame was not a man to be dealt with lightly. His skills were legendary in the agency.
His recent unexplainable behavior had raised the suspicions of his immediate superior, and the rest of his team had been interrogated about his movements and conversations involving him. Unable to come to any conclusions about the changes in his routine, the chief had ordered the rest of the team to track him and report his movements. To say the least, they were not excited with the assignment. Having worked with him for the last seven years, they knew that it was going to be almost impossible to complete the task without him being aware of the tail. However, they were all intensely curious about his behavior.
For seven years, Shino Aburame was the epitome of punctuality and routine. Every morning he would show up to work five minutes early, carrying his take out from McDonalds, and a large cup of Starbucks coffee. He checked in and went straight to work, often working through lunch unless reminded by one of his teammates. Every night he worked until approximately seven o'clock, and then punched out and went home with a few quiet goodbyes and some good-natured ribbing of his best friend, Kiba Inuzuka.
Lately, the last four months to be precise, his routine had fluctuated greatly. He was showing up late to work, homemade bento in hand, with a thermos of herbal tea. Instead of working through lunch, he was locking himself in his office, and not coming out until several minutes after the break should be over. Perhaps the biggest change was the fact that he now left the office at precisely five o'clock every evening. Though there was no complaints about the amount or quality of work he was producing, it was an unsettling change in a man whose live was previously highly predictable.
So, here they were, attempting to remain under his well-developed radar, to try and find the root cause of changed behavior.
"Target has left Hwy 89 and is proceeding up a private drive. Proceeding diversionary tactics." This was there code for driving past and then circling around a moving target.
"Copy that. We will rendevous in approximately five minutes. Do not make a move without us." Team leader, Sasuke Uchiha ordered.
"Understood."