Stratagem Unholy
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He laid his trap very carefully, as he would for any of the Executive Committee's missions. His target should not have the least suspicion, not until all routes of escape had been cut off.
The timing, the setting, everything down to his standing position was well calculated: far enough from the door, close enough to the wall that his target could lean on, lulling him to relax. His pose was just as purposeful -- casual, with harmless confidence and just a hint of concern, yet one that he could turn into an intimidating stance in the blink of an eye.
He maintained a light conversation with the target, keeping him distracted. This part was easy, and he slowly pushed in, putting an elbow on the wall, right beside that unsuspecting head. His arm could reach for that neck easily enough, though he hoped such a drastic measure would not be necessary.
His companion shifted a little, saying something in response to his earlier remark. He took the opportunity to lean forward, closing the distance while pretending not to have heard him clearly. The sentence was repeated to him good-naturedly, which made him reflect briefly on the danger of gullibility, but gave him no sense of guilt whatsoever for exploiting it.
He hummed as a final response, predictably making the target look up to him with questioning eyes -- his cue. His other hand moved briskly to tap the wall on the other side of his target, completing the trap.
"Whoa, what is it, Kubo-cha--"
Everything went perfectly according to his plan, except, in retrospect, the duration of the... assault... which had gone a few seconds beyond the time Katsuragi returned to the committee room.
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Author Notes: A tongue-in-cheek kinda thing... hopefully not too cliche, and surely it's clear enough what happened? (Er, in any case, nothing too ecchi.) :P