Illumi had made due on his word and procured the location of the thieves along with some other helpful information. The group was called the Scarlet Star-Jumpers "SSJ". Hisoka had rolled his eyes upon hearing the lame name. At least Chrollo had been more creative in naming his group.
The leader of the group was called Richita Shotoi. Even the Zodyck intelligence could only find out her name and that she has long green hair with red tips. Whenever Illumi stopped being a sourpuss, Hisoka would make sure to rub in how inapt his intelligence contacts were.
Their hideout was a piece of cake to find, literally. They had set up shop in an abandon cake factory. The building was located a mile or two outside of town. Years of neglect allowed nature to take over the area. Vines and other plants grew on the building walls camouflaging it perfectly with its jungle surroundings.
Despite what Illumi believed Hisoka wasn't going to just run into danger. He was doing some reconnaissance. The little group of thieves was bigger than he expected. So far he had spotted 17 different women leaving and entering the factory. There were probably more inside.
Hisoka smiled to himself. This was exactly the type of excitement he craved. Nothing was better when the odds were stacked against him.
"How exciting!"
His first victim was an unlucky guard that strayed too far into the forest. One of his cards founds its way deep into her skull. The next three girls that came looking for her found similar fates.
He soon notices a pattern in their clothing. All the SSJ members wore red jackets with shooting star patterns.
"Eww matching jackets are so cliche." he cringed.
Hisoka found it ridiculously easy to sneak past the two guards at the back door. Concealing his nen he used the shadows as cover while he ventured deeper into the factory. Hiding around the corner he came across the first man he's seen in the building. Vaguely Hisoka recognized him as one of the hunters that disappeared. He either joined the SSJ's or was being held captive. Seeing as the man was furiously cleaning the windows and cowering when any female walked by Hisoka assumed the latter.
Once the coast was clear he silently approached him. Maybe he could provide information on the leaders. As much as Hisoka would love to slaughter every one of the SSJ members he only needs the leader(s) head(s). With no leader, the group would disband.
"Hello"
The man didn't respond. He was diligently cleaning the glass. Endlessly his hand moved in quick circular motions.
"Have to kill them. Make them all disappear." the man said.
At first, Hisoka thought he was talking about the thieves.
"Is there more than just one leader? How many members?" he pressed.
The man just kept on cleaning. Looking at him closely Hisoka could see the dark circles around his eyes and his pale sickly skin. His cheeks were sunken in and his fingers were bleeding and full of cuts from the constant friction between the cloth and his hand. Though Hisoka had never spoken to this man he remembered him being mildly handsome, not this malnourished skeleton.
"Have to kill all the germs. Have to clean everything or the mistress will be mad at me. Kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all."
"Oookkk, Ill leave you to it"
Hisoka decided to use the vents as a safer transportation method. He would play an Illumi and practice caution until he knew his enemy better.
More SSJ members passed by. They weren't alone either. From above Hisoka could see several men behind them crawling on their hands the knees. They wore collars and leashes.
"Shame I came here for work. This looks like my kind of party."
Crawling through the vent he found what he had been after, their meeting room. About thirty women stood scattered around the room. The only thing these women had in common where their red jackets. They were different ages, height, shapes and some looked like they were from other counties. Hisoka was sure he heard conversations in different languages.
A tall woman with dark brown skin and bright blond hair walked in. She was carrying a double-bladed ax. If he had to guess Hisoka would say she was Amazonian. "We found Venus's body along with the girls who went looking for her." she held one of Hisoka's cards up in the air. Blood dripped down the sharp edges.
"Looks like our guess likes to play games"
One of the other girls stepped forward."l know that symbol. It belongs to a hunter name Hisoka. He is an x rated hunter. I would never forget a man who dresses like a clown daily."
The news started a wave of debate. Some furiously cursed and demanded retribution for the invasion and slaughter of their teammates, while others were voicing their concerns. Some just looked around wearily like a monster was about to pop out soon.
Hisoka smirked. His reputation proceeds him... except for the clown part. He was clearly dressed like a stylish magician.
"He is not the first hunter we've dealt with and he won't be the last." Finally, his target made herself know. Richita was smaller than he expected. She stood approximately 4'10. Her green hair nearly reached the floor and she had a star tattoo in her left cheeks.
"Possers copying my look" he grumbled while touching his star.
He didn't bother paying attention to the rest of what they were saying. Rachita's bodyguards were all enhancers carrying heavy weapons. To much power, not enough skill. A simple smokescreen with a few well-aimed cards would be enough to end this. Then he'll use his bungee gun to fly out the window like Tarzan on a vine.
He kicked out the vent cover and before the panel even hit the floor he tossed his razor cards at Rachita's head. Like expected they hit their target. As her body hit the floor Hisoka did three impressive flips before landing gracefully on the ground. With a bow, he set off a smoke bomb and swung himself out the window into what should have been a dark thick forest, perfect for hiding in. Instead, he found himself right back in the room. Dazed for only a second, he took advantage that the smoke bomb had still not cleared and sprinted towards the hallway.
Again he found himself in the same room. This time with a bunch of angry women closing in on him.
"Spacial nen, or maybe transportation nen? Got to kill the user if I want to get out of here."
Before he could even begin to look for the user, ropes appeared around his wrists, ankles, and waist.
"Nen bound" Just like that his nen was blocked.
"Good job Gina. You caught him. Quick Dally, sedate him."
A needle pierced his arm and the world went black.
