Inspired by the Movie Jumper (2008).
Bells Beach, Victoria, Australia, 2008.
Still holding his surfboard, Tobirama stared at the ocean, waiting to go in to catch a wave. When he just started surfing some time ago, an older surfer, told him that the difficult is done at once, the impossible takes a little longer.
He had never forgotten this advice.
" Tobirama!"
Shit.
A familiar voice from his past just called his name.
" Bitch someone else off."
" Well, you could say that to me when I was your subordinate but now I moved up the ranks."
Tobirama turned around to face Iruka Umino and did say anything, just looked with pride at his former teammate.
" Major." Said Iruka, smiling, proud of himself for achieving such a position.
Tobirama was happy for him because Iruka was the best officer he met while still on duty.
" I knew you would move up in the world."
Iruka, who wore his military uniform, looked like the perfect officer. Indeed he was, even though he as known as the major who wouldn't hurt a fly.
" I had heard that you moved here and became a surfer, but at that time I thought it was a joke so I laughed. I just couldn't imagine that THE Tobirama Senju, a Captain turned into a surfer."
" Neither do I."
" Then why did you?"
" Life got in the way."
Iruka laughed.
" Sir, we need you back."
" Find someone else." Tobirama spoke, roughly as possible. He didn't want to go back.
" If there is someone that is not indispensable, it is you, Sir."
" Contact the Black Ops. Talk with Captain Kakashi Hatake. He gets shit done."
" We did."
" And?"
" He failed, Sir."
Tobirama frowned, narrowing his red eyes at the man, startled.
" We found another jumper."
Shit. Tobirama had a bad feeling about this.
Fucking Jumpers.
Jumpers, as they are called, are humans who are born with the special ability to teleport, either themselves or any person or object, through space to another location.
A special gift as the military scientists say, a superability, to jump into and out over short and long distances enshrouded by thin, blank smoke.
The U.S Marines have tried to hunt them down, one by one, across the globe since 1995.
Tobirama Senju was the commanding officer of the operation for about 5 years.
Hundreds of jumpers met their deaths in his hands.
The Nation leaders across the world thought that these people who were born with these powers are a threat to humanity and only God should have these extraordinary abilities, so a team made up of distinguished agents and officers were founded to hunt down any jumper they came across with.
Tobirama did his part. So did many others.
After a great many years of service, Tobirama decided to retire and enjoy life.
" Just hunt him down." Said Tobirama, hardly.
" We tried, Sir." Replied Iruka.
" Then try harder." Gruffed Tobirama.
" We did."
" Outsmart him, then!"
" Believe me when I say we tried EVERYTHING, Sir." Iruka whined, almost on his knees.
" Play dirty then. Get under his skin, goddamnit!" Tobirama replied in a hoarse voice.
" This Jumper is causing us headaches."
" An uncatchable jumper, then." Mocked Tobirama, dryly.
" Not only that, sir." Iruka hesitated to continue as he gazed at the ocean, embarrassed to face the music. Afraid to see the disapproving look at Tobirama's rugged face.
" What is it?"
" He is causing a turmoil in D.C headquarters, Sir."
" He…what?" Asked Tobirama, surprised. No jumper did that. Well, no Jumper survived that long enough to do that while Tobirama was in the line of duty.
" He robbed Fort Knox 200 times, sir. 90 times in one week, Sir."
" And you still haven't caught him." Tobirama wanted to punch Iruka in the face to get some common sense in his former subordinate's mind.
" Sir, this kid is smart." Murmured Iruka, nervous.
" Smart street?" Asked Tobirama, questioning the officer.
" This jumper is more like Agent 47, you know, from the hitman video games."
" Enlighten me." Tobirama said, roughly.
" His shadows are his domains. His stealth is his craft. His disguise is his power. He moves like a ghost, Sir."
" Name of that bastard."
" Sasuke Uchiha."
Iruka handed him the jumper's dossier.
Tobirama read it aloud in a very loud severe voice: "Occupation: robbing banks and dealing with stolen arts and antiques in the black market. Parents: Dead. Living relatives: None. Country of origin: Russia. Age: between 30-35 years old. Status: Alive. Last seen: six months ago in Monte Carlo. Oh my god. Iruka, this is very shameful for a person of your superb skills. Haven't you learned anything from me?"
" Sir, I am telling you. This one is different. Special to say the least."
" No jumper is special in the eyes of justice."
" Sir, wasn't it you that told me not to judge a book by its cover?"
Touché, motherfucker.
Tobirama was now annoyed with the major's remark.
" So did I." snorted Tobirama.
" Sir, first impressions are the most lasting. You would know that if you were in my shoes trying to hunt down this sneaky bastard. Long story short: we need you back in the field one last time to catch this bravado."
" What makes you think I can catch him?"
" Well, never too late to learn, they say."
Tobirama took a deep breath: his dream of having a serene life away from the spotlight was thrown in the trash like dust in the wind.
" Well, better late than ever, when do I start?" Grunted Tobirama, hard-boiled.
Holy terror of the jumpers was back into business.
" Could it be now?" Begged Iruka, almost kissing Tobirama's feet.
" Fine."
" Your starting point will be Monte Carlo. Find the Uchiha Jumper. Once you do, kill that motherfucker of a bastard for me, please."
" Anything else that is of importance for me to know?"
" When you accomplish your mission, call me. Good luck, Sir."
After both said their goodbyes, Iruka left, walking away.
Sasuke Uchiha will not escape, not under my watch. Thought Tobirama. His inner determination rose as he ran off to the beach to ride a wave one last time before departing to Europe.
If you never catch a wave you are never gonna ride it, right?
To be continued! Stay tuned!