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Mission Possible
As the clock stroked midnight in the business district of downtown Quebec, the heavy rains continued to poor down without a let up in sight. Thunder echoed across the sky, while the fierce winds howled as the violent storm raged on. Down on the slippery city streets a black four door Mercedes pulled up across the street from the seventy-four stories tall headquarters of a telecommunications company. Water sprayed across the empty sidewalk as the vehicle came to a halt and three men dressed in charcoal colored suits underneath heavy fur overcoats exited. One went to the trunk to pull out a pair of large metallic briefcases. The man who existed the front passenger seat said something to the driver before the car quietly pulled away. The three men made their way across the street to the front of the building before hustling around the corner to the service entrance of the building. The lead man swiped a key-card to unlock the door and the trio entered quickly to escape the harsh weather conditions.
"Why the hell aren't we doing this is a warm weather city? Or at least closer to home?" grumbled the lead man as they all discarded their overcoats near the exit before making their way down the narrow corridor to an elevator.
"This was the only location we could get with a rooftop landing access on such short notice. Nearly all the buyers came here in choppers." replied the second man.
"That and Sergio wouldn't do the deal in Tokyo, Sao Paulo, or Miami. Apparently somebody sent the Toguros after this stuff, so we're steering clear of their stomping grounds." added the guy carrying the briefcases.
The leader let out an appreciative whistle, "Good call Sergio, you crazy Spaniard. Do not want to those crazy bastards anywhere near this deal."
After stepping inside the spacious elevator, the leader hit the button for the top floor. The three stood quietly as the elevator zoomed to the top of building, the leader checking his watch one time along the way. The elevator pinged as it reached their destination and the door slid open.
The leader yawned as they stepped into the dimly illuminated hall, "Let's get this over with."
Their footsteps echoed as they trudged down the tiled floors of the corridor approaching a set of double doors that led to a make-shift laboratory. When they reached the doors the leader stepped of the left in front of two scanning panels at head and waist level. He placed his hand on the lower scanner while leaning forward to let the upper scan his right eye.
"IDENTITY CONFIRMED: Welcome, Takeo Moriaki." spoke a female computerized voice as the locks on the door released and it opened. A dark brown haired man of medium height with a full beard greeted them on the other side.
"Ah, Takeo right on time! And see you've got the merchandise with you, excellent!" he exclaimed in his thick Spanish accent while pumping his fist.
Takeo snorted at the man's mood, "Why does it always seem like you just downed a quadruple shot right when I show up?"
"Maybe if you came to more of my parties, you'd loosen up eh?" retorted Sergio with a devilish grin. Takeo smirked while he shook his head before taking a moment to survey the room.
"Pretty good turn up for such short notice, right?" commented Sergio.
"Yeah..." muttered Takeo as he recognized a few of the faces. On thirty-six hours notice they managed to get twenty-one representatives from the majority of the high end organizations of their alliance. Each rep was allowed to bring two armed guards for security in case any rival parties or thieves decided to crash the meet. There was no need to worry about any internal conflict here, anyone in attendance was assured product if they wished to purchase it after the demonstration. Takeo's two subordinates made their way to where the lab equipment was set up with the two briefcases and stacked them on top of the counter. One of the buyers, a tall light brown haired Latina woman in dark blue business suit, paused in her discussion with one of her men at the sight of the 'merchandise' being handled relatively casually.
"Whoa! Is it alright for you guys just to be carrying that around like that?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"It's perfectly safe." replied a red haired man at the lab station working on laptop and adjusting settings for the various devices. "Until the activation isotope is added to the compound it is perfectly harmless. This provides for the easy means of transportation and the ability to move move almost anywhere undetected. The original plans this was hijacked from planned to transport it under the cover of a child's juice box, hiding the trigger agent by lining the interior of the straw with it."
"Brilliant..." murmured a blond haired man in gray suit as he scratched his chin.
"Enough of the science, I want to see this stuff in action!" exclaimed a green haired man in a black jumpsuit.
A gray haired Russian man wrapped an arm around his shoulder as he lifted a drink into the air with his other, "Patience my good friend! 'Ve 'vill all get to see the magnificence very soon. Sergio never fails to disappoint!"
"You're right about that!" agreed the grinning green haired man. "Hey Sergio! Let's hit up your London spot this weekend!"
Sergio shrugged in response, "Why wait for the weekend? Let's do it tomorrow night!"
"Yeah!" chorused a group in response.
"Sergio, we're set to go." stated the red-haired man at the computer.
"Welcome Ladies and Gentleman! I'm glad you could all make it..." as Sergio officially kicked of the meeting, Takeo made his way to back the crowd.
Takeo moved over to one of his men and tapped him on the shoulder, "Saito, I'm going out for a smoke."
"Alright boss." replied Saito as Takeo quietly made his way towards the door and exited into the hallway.
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"Ahhh!" sighed Takeo as he took a puff of his cigarette, blowing smoke out of the cracked bathroom window as rain pattered against it from the outside. "If it weren't for this shitty weather, I could be outside."
The weather had yet to let up outside, so Takeo settled for taking a smoke in the bathroom instead. He really couldn't wait to get this whole deal over with, since the Toguro brothers where after this product. There was only one thing that really needed to be said about the Toguros, they take what they need and leave nothing but corpses in their wake. Takeo finished off his cigarette and smashed the butt against the wet window screen to put it out. He made his way to the sink where he turned on the water. He wet his hands before squirting some soap on them and proceeding to wash them thoroughly. After finishing with his hands he splashed some water on his face before moving over and grabbing a paper towel to wipe it off. As he wiped his face he felt something hit the the tip of his shoe. Thinking it was water he turned the faucet off before running his hands through his hair. He then felt another drop hit his shoe and looked down to find it was blood.
"What the fuck?" he muttered while checking himself over to see where he had unknowingly hurt himself. He paused when another drop blood dripped down right in front of his face from the high ceiling of the bathroom and proceeded to look straight up.
"Well...shit." Somehow stuck to the ceiling, bound by some kind of metallic wire were the forms of the Russian man and his two guards, who he had just left in the lab minutes ago. By the look of it the trio was still alive, but they had been roughed up pretty good.
"They're not dead so it's not the Toguros, but how and fuck did you guys get up there?" blurted Takeo before he shook his head clearing his thoughts. "Fuck! There's no time for this shit. I've got to get back, before whoever is in there fucks everything up!"
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Takeo quietly closed the door behind him as he slipped into the room, surveying his surroundings. The demonstration had been completed and now the various buyers where haggling with Sergio over the price. He noticed that the Russian impostor and his guards had placed themselves in the location closest to the product, which was conveniently already packed away into briefcases once again.
'Gotta make a move now...' thought Takeo as he pulled his piece from inside his jacket and leveled it at the impostor. Saito and Yoshi immediately picked up on what their boss was doing and followed his lead as they withdrew their weapons as well.
"Move away from the merchandise Mikhail." calmly ordered Takeo putting everyone on alert. 'Mikhail' raised his hands up in a surrendering fashion while his guards placed their hands on their weapons ready to draw, along with everyone else in the room as the looked back and forth between Takeo and Mikhail with puzzled looks.
"Takeo! What is the problem?" replied Mikhail in his thick accent. "Don't tell me you're still mad about me selling that weapons shipment to the Croatians instead of you? I told Viktor to send you that new shipment of imports along with a case of Cubans so there were no hard feelings? We are 'all good' right?"
"Now I know you're definitely not Mikhail. Tell me how did you get the drop on him and get him stuck on the ceiling in the bathroom like that?" at this everyone turned their guns on the Russians.
"Come on guys? He's had a little to much to drink!" reasoned Mikhail.
"First and foremost, Mikhail doesn't know that much English. Secondly I never drink while doing business. And third your accent is close, but too much of a dead ringer from that Direct TV commercial." retorted Takeo with a smirk as he, Saito, and Yoshi all moved in closer.
The fake Mikhail shrugged, "What can I say? Opulence, I has it. I like the best, but I also like savings thee money. I can't get Direct TV most premiums television package five months free in my neighborhood. So when I hear about meet for new black market product, I jump in!"
This set off a few rounds off muffled laughter around the room.
"I've got to say this guy is pretty good. Had me fooled." muttered Sergio.
The disguised Russian taps an barely visible earpiece as he dropped the fake accent, "I told you we should have gone with the Americans."
"What are we waiting for! Shoot him!" shouted the green haired man.
"We need to know who sent him first Hans!" retorted the Latin woman.
"We don't have time to fucking interrogate him, just kill him!" shouted Hans.
"Somebody just knock him out, I'll take care of finding out who sent him after we're done here." ordered Sergio.
The sound of the locked entrance to the room being blasted off its hinges immediately diverted everyone's attention away from the situation at hand. To their surprise it was the smoking fist of a tall shadowy figure responsible for the damage. Everyone's breath halted as the tan skinned, broad shouldered man with sunglasses entered the room with another figure sitting on his shoulder.
"Fuck! It's the Toguros!" growled Hans.
"No shit Sherlock!" retorted Sergio.
"I believe you are in possession of something that belongs to my client." stated the younger Toguro brother as he adjusted his glasses.
"Yes now we can do this the easy way," began the elder Toguro as he suddenly morphed his arm into a blade. "Or the fun way!" he exclaimed while cackling with insane laughter.
"Dammit! Everybody drop their weapons. We don't want any trouble!" yelled Takeo as he put his weapon down, getting everyone else to wisely follow suit. "Saito, Yoshi, hand him the briefcases!"
"Oh no you don't!" yelled Saito as he saw the disguised Russian making a run for it with the two briefcases. Using the Toguro brothers arrival as a distraction, the impostor grabbed the goods and made a beeline for the emergency exit. He and Yoshi whipped out their secondary pieces, a pair of desert eagles, and opened fire. The other armed men in room all moved to follow his example, only to be halted by the shout of Takeo.
"HOLD YOUR FIRE! LET THE TOGUROS HANDLE IT, HE MIGHT BE ONE OF THEM!" commanded Takeo.
"Fuck that shit! He's getting away! Those two aren't having my ass for this, shoot!" yelled the Latin woman.
"STOP YOU IDIOTS! DON'T SHOOT!" Takeo yelled again, but it was too late. Everyone opened fire, unleashing a hail of bullets at the impostor and his two guards. Suddenly in a poof smoke the trio vanished and were replaced in mid air with some oxygen containers used for the experiment. Time seemingly stopped as everyone stared at the scene in horror before time sped back up again, and the bullets connected the the tanks triggering an explosion. Naruto and clones dispelled their transformations as he slammed through the emergency exit door using the clones for cover to escape the explosion. The blond booked up the stairwell he entered, headed straight for another set of double doors.
"Are the fuckin security alarms cut?" Naruto yelled into his earpiece as he approached the doors.
'Yes, but Sara says you only have 40 more seconds before the fire alarm go off thanks to your little stunt in there.' replied Urahara over the channel.
"You said there was no way the Toguros would show! I worked with what I could on short notice!" growled an irritated Naruto as he slammed through the doors onto the rooftop and into the torrential weather. The large hooded black cloak draped over his body blew against his back as he flipped the hood over his head, "Where to now?"
'Head north across the rooftops for 7 blocks.' informed Kisuke.
"Which way is North!" yelled Naruto as he streaked through the rain past the various helicopters.
'Go left!' responded Urahara.
With both briefcases in hand the blond hit the ledge quickly and leaped from the top of the sky scraper flying across the open air and landing on the rooftop of the hotel across the street. Landing cleanly the blond streaked to the edge opposite edge of the roof before using chakra to stick to building as he ran down vertically for several stories before using a balcony to spring board himself to a lower level of rooftops. At the lower height, Naruto was able to transverse across the buildings in single leaps. He quickly made his way to an alley in between a pair of abandoned buildings, close to the designated checkpoint. Naruto dropped down the side of a fire escape to ground level. The blond immediately froze at sound of a slow clap coming from the entrance to the alley. Strolling up to the entrance was a man he thought he'd left behind, the younger Toguro brother.
"Your escape was truly remarkable, however all good things must come to an end. It would be shame to have to kill someone as talented as you. Just hand over the packages and you can walk away." stated the younger Toguro.
"Do you really think it's going to be that easy?" Naruto dropped the two briefcases, a pair of clones appearing in his wake to pick them up as he blurred from his position. Reappearing in front of Toguro, Naruto landed a right handed hey-maker right on the younger Toguro's chin, but the hulking man didn't even budge an inch from the blow.
'What the fuck is this guy made of?' he thought in astonishment as he stepped back before launching a furious high speed assault of punches that all landed cleanly but did absolutely no damage. As Naruto moved to launch a round house kick, Toguro reached out and poked the blond in the chest, sending him flying back into the Alley.
"Dammit!" yelled Naruto as he grabbed his chest in pain. 'What hell! He might have cracked my ribs with a finger poke!'
'Dammit! I told you not to fight these guys! Get the hell out of there!' commanded Urahara.
"Shut up!" growled Naruto as he quickly formed an escape plan. 'The weather is shit, I might as well use it to my advantage.'
As the younger Toguro started walking towards him down the alley, Naruto formed a quick hand sign and a thick mist blanketed the alley.
"Kirikagure no Jutsu." echoed Naruto's voice from throughout the mist.
'Interesting, but not good enough.' as he vanished from his position within the mist reappearing on the edge of the roof overlooking the alley in front of a surprised Naruto, who was making his get away.
"Your skills are definitely top notch. Where it not for the fact that you encountered me of all people, you most likely would have gotten the target back to your employer." commended Toguro.
"They don't pay me enough to deal with guys like you." grumbled Naruto as he handed over the briefcases.
"My employer could use a talented guy like you. Whatever you're getting now, I'm sure he could double the offer." suggested Toguro.
Naruto let out a snort as he folded his arms in front of his chest, "This retrieval gig is a one time deal. I'm sticking with my usual protection and hunting details."
Toguro shook his head in disappointment, "A pity."
Naruto suddenly smirked, "For you maybe."
The blond suddenly vanished from sight in a poof of smoke. Toguro frowned at his sudden disappearance, and failed to notice the glowing tags stuck to the sides and bottom of the two briefcases in his hands.
"KAAABOOOOOMM!"
The explosion rocked alley producing a massive fireball and taking down huge chunks of the two abandoned buildings. The wet weather calmed down the flames quickly, but the two buildings now appeared to be on the verge of collapsing. Still standing within the midst of it all was a completely unharmed Toguro, only his jacket having a few singes.
A grin formed on Toguro's face as he started chuckling, "Very good Mr. Uzumaki, very good indeed. You certainly live up to your reputation, let's hope your friend Yusuke can soon follow in your footsteps."
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Several miles away Naruto sat in the rear compartment of an inconspicuous delivery van with Tessai at the wheel. Urahara manned his portable work station from within the rear of the vehicle, testing out the contents of one of the briefcases by means of an analyzing device.
"I've got the mystery shit now, so tell me what it is?" demanded Naruto.
"Nothing to important really. Just a rare volatile compound." replied Urahara not looking away from the screen in front of him.
Naruto raised an eyebrow at the vague answer, "So what? You're keeping this stuff of the streets?"
"Of course not!" replied Urahara as if he was offended. "This is one of my creations, it's just that the components required to synthesize it were very hard to come buy. I simply leaked out the plans to the right people so they could do the work for me."
Naruto looked at Kisuke as if he was insane, "What's to stop them from recreating it? You gave them the fucking plans!"
The older blond waved of his concerns, "Yare, Yare. No need to worry, the plans contained a rather nasty undetectable virus that will destroy any machine they were stored on and the original disc corrupted after 48 hours."
"You're nothing more than a cheap, lazy bastard." deadpanned Naruto.
Kisuke shrugged at the comment, "My motto is to work smarter, not harder."
A devious grin formed across Naruto's face, "Good, that means you can't hold it against me for using this entire operation as blackmail."
"Who's to say I can't do the same to you? Or find other means of making your life miserable." countered Urahara.
Naruto snorted, "Ha! I'm untouchable! You've got nothing on me. Who the hell could you possibly threaten exposing me to anyway?"
The look that formed on Kisuke's face instantly told Naruto he'd made a huge mistake.
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"So what do you have to say for yourself?" demanded Kushina as she glared at Naruto. The two were seated in her office up in Spirit World, on her office desk between them were a variety of photos with Naruto, Kurumu, and Moka in very compromising positions. Naruto should have known something was up based off the vibes Botan was giving him as she escorted him here. He even fell for her story that he had an urgent meeting with Koenma delaying his return to the academy, and now he was paying the price.
"Okay, I know this looks bad." pleaded Naruto. "But you've got to believe me, those girls came on to me!"
"A good explanation..." Naruto breathed a sigh of relief. "Unfortunately for you, it's the same one your godfather used when he was caught trying to take advantage of the fire lord's sisters."
"But it's true!" exclaimed Naruto, who was still thrown for a loop by the fact these photos existed in the first place. They all conveniently made it look like he was groping the girls, instead of the truth of them assaulting him.
"There is only thing that is true here, Jiraiya succeeded in corrupting you. So I'm going to have to beat it out of ya." Kushina reached down an opened a drawer in her desk, retrieving a large black frying pan.
Naruto was completely confused, "Huh? What the hell is the frying pan for?"
Before he knew which way was up, the frying pan nailed him in the face sending him flying out of his seat, through two walls and into his father's office across the hall.
"Believe me honey, this is for you're own good." stated Kushina in a motherly tone as she scooped up the pan and slowly made her way across the hall.
"Dad..help..." gasped Naruto as he reached out toward his father, still reeling from the blow.
"Naruto? Kushina what the..." Minato then saw his wife was wielding the dreaded frying pan of doom and Hiraishined his ass out of there. "You're own your own!"
"Damn you Kisuke! I'm going to fucking kill you for this!" cursed Naruto as he scrambled to his feet and tried to make and escape with his mother right on his heels.
"Cursing in front of your mother? Looks like I have even more work to do!" yelled Kushina as she threw the pan this time, nailing Naruto in the back of head and sending him crashing through another wall.
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Naruto somehow managed to survive the encounter with mother and escape most of the beating by his patented method for dealing with righteous feminine fury: blame it on Jiraiya. Said super pervert managed to make himself useful by showing up to find Minato, Naruto naturally turned his mother's sights onto the toad sage. Somehow he even ended with ramen out of the deal via his father thanking him for his mother somehow breaking the frying pan during Jiraiya's beating. No being able to wait until he got back to his dorm room, Naruto unsealed his bowl of Ramen as he passed the gymnasium and dug in.
"Shit! This ramen is too fucking salty!" Cursing his father's strange taste in ramen as he spat out the noodles, Naruto chucked the steaming bowl of noodles as far as he could over the other side of the school in frustration. His throw was immediately rewarded with a loud shriek of pain in response.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"What the hell?" blurted Naruto as he hustled around the building to find out what just happened. He arrived upon the scene of Kurumu in her true form along with Moka and Yukari, staring down at the form of a shriveled and withered teen boy doused in ramen noodles and broth with Naruto's bowl covering the top of his head.
Naruto let out a whistle, "That was one hell of a throw."
Yukari threw up her hands in exasperation, "After all the trouble this moron caused, Naruto shows up and defeats him with one blow."
"Well we should have known better. Slugs are weak against salt." commented a shrugging Moka.
"Well...as you can see that ramen was way too salty. My work is done here, I'm heading to the cafeteria..." Naruto tried smoothly turn and walk away only for Moka and Kurumu to grab onto his jacket collar with death grips and drag him back to the newspaper club with them.
"Oh know you don't! We've got a deadline to meet and then you owe us an explanation!" declared Kurumu.
"And it's been nearly a week since I got to suck your blood!" added Moka.
Naruto threw his left arm up in frustration, "Ah man! Here it goes!"
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Thanks to some smooth talking and a blood offering, the girls weren't able to stay mad at their favorite blond for long. The Newspaper club stayed up until the wee hours of the morning completing the latest edition in time for print the next morning.
"Hey everyone over here!" yelled Kurumu as she waved out the students mingling around the front gate. The newspaper club set up a stand right in front of the front gate to distribute the latest edition of the school newspaper.
"Yeah! Come check out the latest edition of the school newspaper!" cheered Yukari.
"It's got the latest stories like the disappearance of the female students, and all the other important events at our academy!" proclaimed Moka.
Naturally with the two hottest girls in school giving out free stuff, a ton of male students gathered around them.
"It's so beautiful! Like getting the weather from the girl on Telemundo!"
"UWAAA! Moka-san and Kurumu-san handing out our newspapers! So cute!"
"Maybe if we get some newspapers they'll go out with us!"
Everyone immediately paused in their fantasies and stared at the guy like he was insane.
"What? I know there's only two of them and so many of us, but I'll throw this out there again: Bukkak-"
"Dude you have a serious problem."
"Yeah get some help man."
"Who cares about that sic fuck! Moka-san and Kurumu-san are here!"
The disturbing nature of their fellow pervert in arms quickly forgotten, they all stormed the make shift newspaper stand.
Naruto took a different approach in his distributing of papers from the steps of the entrance to the main building.
"EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! LESBIAN ART TEACHER TRIES TO CREATE PERSONAL HAREM OF FEMALE STUDENTS! PHOTOS INSIDE!"
"HOT OFF THE PRESSES: ART TEACHER BUSTED SAMPLING THE FORBIDDEN FRUITS!"
All the rest of the students not ogling Moka and Kurumu all rushed over to Naruto, and his papers were going like hot cakes. The women rushed to him because he was a good looking guy handing out a gold mine of gossip, and the guys because he was possibly handing out a photo spread of hot lesbians. Gin had propped himself up on a tree branch a short distance away, spying on a group of girls chatting about the latest gossip from the paper and comparing themselves to some of the girls pictured. All in all it was a good days work for the newspaper club.
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In a dimly lit classroom somewhere within the recesses of the school, two figures stood in front of an office desk. One shadowy figure sat behind the desk, flipping through the school paper.
"So, the newspaper club is at it again?" the figure behind the desk questioned.
"Yes, doing so from the front gates of the school no less." stated the feminine voice of one of the standing figures.
"Seems like we need to send a message." added the male voice of the other.
"Yes, I'll deliver this one personally..." growled the seated figure he as stood, the crumpled form of the newspaper incinerating in his hands.
Another chapter in the books. Look for the war between The Public Safety Commission and the newspaper club to kick off next time with all sorts of surprises.