Chapter 2 ~ Infiltration
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*/ Temari's P.O.V. /*
It has been two days since everybody, except Sakura, have shown up. I have already identified and attempted a conversation with my target. I need to write in my mission log. So I shall proceed to write the following in it:
Mission Log Entry #1:
FanSlayer has identified her target who she has nicknamed 'LazyGenius.' Attempted conversation yesterday with the target at 08:00 hours when she knew her fellow operatives were watching her back. Found out target likes to watch the clouds, favorite color is green, hates annoying fan girls (X), likes to hang out with his best friend Choji Achimichi, and his other best friends, namely, Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Neji Hyuga, and Sai. Operative FanSlayer has tried and will continue to try to get LazyGenius's attention, gain his trust, and become one of his so-called 'allies' or 'friends.'
End of Log.
I look over at agent Princess and see that she is writing in her Mission log as well.
*/ Ino's P.O.V. /*
Mission Entry #1:
Operative Princess has identified her target who she has nicknamed 'EmotionlessPainter.' Operative Princess attempted contact with target at 09:00 hours when I knew my fellow operatives where watching my back. Found out that he likes to paint, smiles with no emotion, likes hanging out with his friends, and hates fan girls.
End of Entry.
*/ Sakura's P.O.V. /*
As I walked up to Kahona Academy, I took another tug at the school-issued uniform's skirt, sighed and took one last once-over of myself in the reflective glass window. I looked ok but I needed to adjust my wig. My wig gave me long, black hair, which I had pulled back into two low-pig-tail braids. Tsunade said the more innocent I looked; the less likely they were to suspect me. I had to wear a stupid disguise because my hair was a dead give-a-way of who I actually was. Finally, I entered the building as I said quietly to myself (and into my coms unit),
"Targets' safe house has been securely infiltrated. Let Operation: Assassin Massacre, begin."
Then, I said mostly into my coms unit so my fellow operatives could hear my next words,
"Happy Hunting Girls."
I smiled as I walked into the cafeteria and every guy stared.
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