It is comfortable weather for a stakeout, at least something has gone his way recently. After the disaster in Ukraine he needs something to go his way, he needs to finish this. He has the patience of a mountain most of the time but recently this has gotten personal, no one escapes him twice. He continues his cross legged breathing exercise, forcing his anger to a more productive place, that place of course is out side of his head. Hopefully his source is correct, if they come here like reported he can end this, tonight he can be free again.
He had been close at the explosion of the Tri-towers but there were other, more pressing matters. He should have had been successful in China, but he could not have predicted she would get help. Ukraine was out of his hands, but a true Ninja never believes anything in this world is outside his control. The music coming from inside is quite foreign in tongue, but in his heart he can feel the music and each word touches him, it is not the language of opera that matters it is the soul. He has spent nearly a half-decade trying to finish this job, half a decade he could have spent bettering his skills or his mind. If his information is correct she will be dead before the sun comes up, there will be no tears for one such as her, no one mourns the dead of an abomination.
It was summer in China the first time he was close and that was nearly a year and half ago. That summer was one of the worst in that province's history, he should have taken that as an omen. It became almost impossible to remain focused on the mission after waiting for several hours on a rooftop, or hiding in some small space closer to the ground. The heat would play tricks on you, your body would pretend to fall for them, suddenly every person who walks by looks exactly like your target.
None of that was as bad as what happened in Ukraine.
He hears a noise from the alley below his eyes open his he glimpses what he has been looking for all these years, the end is finally here. He reaches toward his shoulder to remove the katana from its sheath on his back, ever quiet, ever patient. Slowly the masterpiece begins to reveal itself, the sword of his father, and his fathers' father, his redemption.
There are two figures on the street below, both are wearing trench coats, both trying to blend in. Even from five stories up it is clear which one is his target, their body sizes are vastly different, but even without that he could tell. Even if the target didn't emit a faint blue-green light, he can sense when she is near, he can feel it in his bones, his muscles, and even taste her in his mouth. The figures move to where they are now almost directly below him, 'Good,' he thinks, 'We can make this quick.' His legs begin to coil for the final pounce. The battle flashes in his mind, all the moves as choreographed as ballet, as he falls the kitana slices the creature asunder, before her companion can respond a solid kick to the mid section, smoke charge and I vanish. Mission accomplished, honor restored.
Before he can jump there is a loud from the area underneath him and to his left. He drops back down to what has happened, he notices another person walking toward his targets, he sees the large metal door shut behind her. It only takes him a second and he realizes where he knows her from, he lowers the cloth from around his face and pulls out a small piece of black plastic, and brings it to his mouth.
"Tell him I am in Germany," He pauses for a second, "Things have just become complicated."
The small communication device goes back into the pouch on his belt and the waiting game begins again. He leaves the cloth off his face, there would be no reason to put it back, there will be no ambush tonight. Even though all three are strong fighters, two could have been dispatched quickly but three means a fight, and a fight means police, and more importantly innocents.
So the waiting game begins again, the correctly named "super ninja," Ryu Hayabasu, is again sitting on a rooftop, waiting.