Secret Agent Man

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Prologue II: Sasuke

"Fantastic…" Uchiha Sasuke surveyed the area around the Amekogan Reservoir for the fourteenth time that afternoon. He had been there for over eight hours now, since the wee hours of the morning, hoping to intercept a message from Raiko Corporations to Tsuge Technological Industries detailing the plans and production of their nerve gas. He had been given a picture of the agent that would pick up the message, a, green-haired man who was possibly in possession of a weapon similar to a lightning rod. Interesting choice of weapon, He had thought upon first receiving his mission briefing. But nothing I can't handle.

It was because of this that he had been circling this reservoir for the majority of his waking hours, posing as a normal civilian. It was common knowledge that Amekogan Dam, which flowed into the reservoir, was also a popular tourist attraction in the Water Country. It was now his sixth time circling the park-like area around the great body of water, and he stopped on the bridge overlooking the dam, which had become his vantage point. Adjusting his goggles so as not to have them interfere with his vision, he lifted the pair of binoculars around his neck to his eyes and looked around.

"Do not expect him to come earlier than late afternoon," his superior had said, "But a successful agent must always be punctual. Report to the area early and secure it, make sure no one will interfere with the mission on the chance that he comes to drop off the plans before the appointed time. And when he does, you must act swiftly for the second agent will be there to pick up the message in a matter of minutes."

So here he was, freezing cold (the air was much cooler than in Earth Country, where Sakura had been dispatched, and moister than Lighting Country, where Naruto was dispatched after Sakura had completed her part of the mission), acting like he was on an extended holiday, just for the sake of a few snippets of information; information that was vital to the mission. The Uchiha had patience, skill, and ambition, which made him a perfect candidate for any mission the Agency was required to take.

And there it was.

A young man dressed in black walked down the path right under the bridge and walked past a couple of benches before sitting down. Idate. Sasuke had been given the profile of this agent too. Supposedly, he was a relative of one of the agents in the Interrogation Unit, but no one knew for sure. At any rate, the moment the man made was slight, but unmistakable. Letting his hand rest against the bench seat as the other reached for a water bottle inside his jacket, he let a roll of paper slip between the wooden planks. Taking a long drink, he stood up, shoved the bottle back into his jacket, and walked on.

Sasuke waited until Idate took exactly eighty-eight paces away (the "magic agent number," as the higher-ups called it), until strolling casually down the bridge, taking his hand briefly out of his pocket to put on a pair of gloves. At a leisurely, but steadfast pace, the black-haired young man sat down on the same bench just as the agent rounded the bend and out of sight. Digging the roll of paper out of the crevice, Sasuke flipped his goggles over his eyes and activated them. The goggles were tinted, but if you could see inside, you would have been truly alarmed. Eyes that were normally as dark as obsidian turned bloody red as three additional, black comma-shaped irises, spun around nauseatingly. Unrolling the paper and scanning the paper quickly with his eyes, his goggles committed the contents to memory. Satisfied he had gotten all the information, Sasuke re-rolled the paper up and was about to slip it back between the cracks when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a man in black starting up the other side of the bridge.

Green hair…shit! He didn't know if he had been spotted, but he wasn't about to risk it. The Konoha agent slapped the small brass button on the left sleeve of his button-up coat, setting off the detonation device he had planted near the bridge earlier, making sure the small pebble-shaped weapon rolled out of his glove when he pulled it out of his left pocket.

The blast from the detonation device wasn't large enough to cause damage, but definitely enough to draw one's attention for a few minutes, which was all the Uchiha needed to replace the plans and jog back to the bridge as if he had been an innocent civilian all this time. Staring dumbly at the place where the smoke began, slowly, to clear, he shrugged and walked on, passing his enemy agent on the way. The green-haired man stared at him for a hard moment before continuing. Sasuke didn't blame him.

The Hawaiian shirt must have looked ridiculous.

"I've got it," He said two hours later, tossing a cassette with all the information he had transferred from his Sharingan-goggles onto the table and turned to go, pulling a package of cigarettes from his breast pocket (he had gotten rid of the shirt, thank Kami-sama, and sometimes he wished he didn't have the smoking habit, but it was one of his only methods of unwinding, the other being finding a secluded area and just sitting there for a few hours to think his life through, but time to do that had been cut down drastically since his team had been promoted to taking missions without their mentor).

"Rough mission?" asked the officer, taking the recorded records and placing it in his pocket to give to the Hokage for detailed analyzing later, as Sasuke tapped the bottom of the cigarette box, selected a cigarette, and lit it.

"Worst day of my life." He replied dryly, but then again, he said that after every mission.

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Yes. If you haven't guessed yet, a three-part prologue. I decided that I wasn't going to rush into the plotline right away like I originally planned. And before anyone starts screaming at me, I based this chapter from the best spy show EVAR, "Spy" on WTTW11, about a course that eight (now four) agents-in-training take (which is originally where the basis of this whole story came from, so don't be surprised in the future if other elements start showing up eventually)...filmed in Britain, which is another reason I love the show (I love the British and the Canadians). Pity it's on at 12:30 in the morning and I'm never awake to watch it. So it's not copying. It's homage. Lame excuse, but whatever. And as to what age the characters are...they're old enough to smoke. Who knows how old that is in Konoha-years?

I cry at myself for being so lame, but I didn't want to make up random spies again. So I just stole some from the background. Yes, I'm a bad person, kill me please. But this chapter was fun to write, and I hope it was fun to read.

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