Part 2: Asylum
Two days later, the boat arrived at a small dock along the River Teems, standing on the street were swarms of press and cameramen paparazzi with video and picture cameras, Arthur handed Sasuke a trench-coat, a scarf, and a pair of gloves: it was the middle of November, and snowing.
It's a bit of an understatement saying it was cold, as Arthur and Sasuke disembarked, the cameras started flashing, and the crowd of people there started cheering some with joy some with anger.
When they walked onto the streets, reporters ran up to them, and held their microphones in Sasuke's face, "Mr. Uchiha, Mr. Uchiha," they all exclaimed, and very soon questions came from left and right, "What made you defect?" "Do you have any plans on going back?" "Do you have any kind of political goal?" "How does it feel to be free?"
Once Arthur and Sasuke arrived at the Chrysler 300 limousine, and stepped inside, the London Riot Police pushed the crowd back to try and keep them from storming the car.
"A lot of people seem content having me here," Sasuke said, "I thought there might be more people angry to see an America on English soil."
"As far as everyone is concerned, you're here to help us," Arthur said, "The Board Members will decided whether you should stay or not."
The limo took Arthur and Sasuke to the Palace of Westminster where a line of people were standing behind a metal barricade with signs.
Once they exited the limo, the crowd started cheering as Sasuke emerged from the door: him and Arthur walked through the doors, and entered Parliament.
Once inside, Sasuke hung up his coat, the scarf, and then followed Arthur into the House of Commons Chamber, and the seven other members of the Central European Bank were waiting for them.
"Arthur," Diana said as she walked up to her husband, and kissed him, "Welcome back," Diana then looked up, and saw Sasuke, "This the defector?"
"Yes," Arthur said, "He's agreed to share information if we give him asylum, a job, and citizenship."
"We'll see if he makes a valid point," Diana said as she ushered Sasuke toward the seat in front of the board-members table.
Half an hour later, the board members were going over what Sasuke told them already, "And what did you say this information was?" Diana asked.
"Names," Sasuke said, "Of all J.P. Morgan Delta Team members."
"Old, new and soon-to-be, am I correct?" Rachel asked.
"Yes," Sasuke said, "If the J.P. Morgan branch of the Federal Reserve is involved. The information I collected should let us know."
"And you can identify who these people are?" Adam asked.
"In a way," Sasuke said, "Yes."
"What do you mean in a way?" Dillon asked.
"When someone is indoctrinated into J.P. Morgan's Delta Force, they sacrifice the identity on their record," Sasuke said, "When I joined my name was changed to Porthos."
"But you can still found out who these people are?" Arthur asked.
"Yes," Sasuke said, "All J.P. Morgan assassins trained before 2010 are trained expertly, but they operate sloppy: they always leave behind something that gives them away."
"And if you can find this signature, you can find the assassins?" Diana asked.
"Yes," Sasuke said, "I can."
"Very well," Arthur said, "You make a compelling argument."
"Father," Dillon said, "You're not considering offering him asylum are you?"
"Yes, as a matter-a-fact I am," Arthur said, "I will not have members of my bank killed by hired assassins," Arthur looked up at Sasuke, "When can you begin your investigation?"
"Give me one day to get all my affairs settled," Sasuke said, "And I'll be all over it."
"Very well," Arthur said, "What do you say council members?"
"That's up to me," Diana said as she walked up to Sasuke, "And all I need is a signature," Diana held out a clipboard containing the asylum papers, and then held out a pen, "And you're officially a citizen under the protection of the Central European Bank."
Sasuke took the pen and clipboard from Diana's hands, this was it: there was no turning back now, he signed Sasuke Uchiha on the bottom line, and handed it to Diana.
Arthur walked up to Sasuke as he stood up, "On behalf of the Central European Bank," Arthur began, "Welcome to England."
"Thank you Arthur," Sasuke said as he and Arthur walked out of Parliament, and onto the streets which were now clear.
Getting into the limo, Arthur picked up a small key-card of the saucer to his right, and handed it to Sasuke, "Here's your Security Clearance."
Sasuke took the key-card, and slid it into his wallet, "Where to now?" Sasuke asked.
"Right now we're going to get you to your apartment," Arthur said, "Tomorrow I'll take you to the office, we'll get you situated, and you can start your investigation."
"And this apartment," Sasuke asked, "What is it?"
"A small apartment in Hampstead," Arthur said, "Rent is £1500 a month and it comes with everything you could need."
"Hold on," Sasuke said, "It comes with a car park?"
"You'll have to park your car on the street," Arthur said, "We'll have transportation for you sorted out tomorrow."
Once the limo arrived at the apartment, Sasuke stepped out of the limo, and walked up to the front door, when he retrieved his key, he received a phone call, "Hello?" He answered when he picked up.
"Hello Sasuke." Tsunade said over the other line.
"Aunt Jessica," Sasuke asked, "Why are you calling me?"
"I was worried about you," Tsunade said, "Are you ok?"
"Yea," Sasuke said as he unlocked his apartment, and walked in, "I found a nice little apartment in London, and I've been offered asylum."
"Do you have a job yet?" Tsunade asked.
"I don't want to talk about that right now," Sasuke said as he started checking the room, "I just got to my apartment, and I'm a bit tired."
"Ok," Tsunade said, "I'll let you go."
"Tell dad I'm alright," Sasuke said, "Bye."
Sasuke hung up, and walked into his apartment, then pulled out his phone, activated the frequency-detector, and started searching around the room.
After determining the room wasn't bugged, he hung up his coat, then walked into the bedroom, and opened the closet to find it was filled with nothing but black tuxedos.
"Arthur didn't tell me there was a suits-only dress code," Sasuke thought as he hung up his jacket, "Not very undercover."
As soon as Sasuke kicked off his shoes, he walked in front of the mirror, removed his shirt, and checked the multitude of boot and fist-shaped bruises on his chest, stomach, and back.
He shrugged it off, laid down in bed, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Sasuke awoke to the sound of his phone ringing, "Hello," he answered as he place the phone against his ear.
"Good morning," Arthur said over the other line, "Get up."
"Arthur," Sasuke asked as he stood up, rubbing his black eye, and walked over to his closet, "How'd you get this number?"
"It was on your file," Arthur said, "And besides, I got it off your phone when you were asleep the first day on the boat."
"What else did you get off my phone," Sasuke asked as he changed his pants, and slid on a new shirt, tucking it into his pants as he slid his belt on with one hand, and holding his phone between his ear and shoulder, "There are still decent people back in New York."
"I didn't get anything else," Arthur said, "Get ready: it's your first day at the office."
"Make a good impression on the co-workers," Sasuke asked, "Where should I tell the cab to go?"
"I'm outside your apartment right now," Arthur said, "Get dressed, you're going to be late!"
"I'm already on my way down," Sasuke said as he straightened his jacket, "Is everyone going to be dressed formally?"
"Everyone," Arthur said as Sasuke walked out onto the street.
Arthur was driving a black Jaguar XJ: Sasuke opened the door, took his seat in next to Arthur, and shut the door.
"You forgot your tie." Arthur said.
"Didn't think it was necessary," Sasuke said, "Hopefully, nobody will mind."
Arthur drove to downtown London where they arrived at a skyscraper with the Central European Bank name and symbol above the entrance to the lobby which looked like the lobby of Trump Tower but with a few European touches.
When they entered, everyone walking around the lobby was formally dressed, and greeted each other with respect.
Sasuke and Arthur took the elevator to the twenty-second floor, when the elevator door opened: they walked inside to a room full of the many SAS troops under the employment of the bank to monitor their territory.
Arthur led Sasuke to a glass door where his name was painted at eye-height, "This is your office," Arthur said as he stood next to the door, "Go on inside."
Sasuke walked inside, and aside from the simple mahogany-wood desk with a phone on it, and the coat-rack to his left, the room was empty.
The windows outside revealed a great view of London, Sasuke hung up his coat, jacket, and walked into the room, "Cozy." Sasuke said.
"I know that it's not much," Arthur said as he walked into the room, "But hang a few pictures, put a couch against the wall, get a book case, and it'll be perfect."
"Alright," Sasuke said as he walked around the room, "I need a few things to start the investigation."
"I'll have Sakura take care of it." Arthur said.
"Who's Sakura?" Sasuke asked.
"She's your assistant," Arthur said as there was the sound of a box being dropped on the desk outside the door, "Sakura, get in here, it's time to meet your boss."
Just as Sasuke looked toward the door, his breathe was instantly sucked out of his lungs, and his heart skipped a beat: Sakura was probably the most amazing woman he had seen, her Caucasian, almost creamy-white pale skin reflected beautifully against her bubblegum-pink hair that was draped over her right shoulder, and flowed downwards and almost reached her waist.
Her emerald-green eyes, Sasuke thought blended well with the cherry-red lipstick that grazed her lips, and the small beauty mark below the right side of her lower-lip.
The charcoal-black dress, silk-stockings, and black-leather high-heels she was wearing set her apart from the females working in the office who were all wearing female tuxedos.
"N-Nice to meet you," Sakura said as she walked up to Sasuke who shook her hand. "Nice to meet you too," Sasuke said as he looked her up and down, "First day?"
"How did you know it's my first day?" Sakura asked.
"It's simple," Sasuke said as he turned around, putting his hands behind his back, "Quite transparent actually when you stop and think," Sasuke turned around, "The misplaced hair now falling down over your right eye shows you forgot to use hairspray. The small abrasion on your left arm means you were in a rush today, and put on your dress a little too fast. And there's fact you put that box full of things down on your desk outside full of stuff to decorate your desk."
"That was impressive." Sakura said.
"Thank you," Sasuke said, "Why don't you finish decorating your desk, and I'll give you the list."
Sakura nodded, and went back to her desk, "You could tell all that from one look?" Arthur asked.
"I have no comment," Sasuke said as he sat down at his desk, "The investigation begins now."
Once Sakura was finished decorating her desk, she entered Sasuke's office, "I'm ready to start the list," Sakura said as she walked up to Sasuke's desk.
"Very good," Sasuke said, "I need footage of the attacks, autopsies performed on the bodies, a white-board, a cork board," Sasuke then took a piece of paper off his desk, picked up his pencil, scribbled something down, and handed it to Sakura, "And you to send this up to Arthur."
Sakura looked at the piece of paper in her hand, and read, "2014 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray Convertible painted black. Car-park – Federal Reserve Bank of New York, keys in ignition: bring to London."
"I'll send this up," Sakura said as she turned around.
"And by the way, Sakura." Sasuke said.
Sakura turned around to face him, "Yes?" she asked.
"Since Arthur gave you my cell-phone number, only call me in case of developments in the case, or in case of emergencies." Sasuke said.
"Ok," Sakura said, "By the way, how old are you?"
"Nineteen," Sasuke said, "You?"
"Same," Sakura said, "I was just asking."
As Sasuke watched Sakura leave the room, he made it his personal mission to go out with her at least once before the mission was complete.
Within half an hour, Sakura got Sasuke what he requested, autopsies, eye-witness statements, an Apple I-pad with footage of the shootings and footage of the police investigating the aftermath of the attacks, a white board, and a cork-board.
As soon as Sasuke selected the videos, the video of the attempt on Dillon's life began playing.
As the speech began, Sasuke noticed the glimmer of a scope in the eighth floor window, as he zoomed in he noticed the flash of metal on someone's knuckles.
Sasuke stopped the footage, pulled out his phone, and entered the M.O.: suppressed fifty caliber sniper-rifle with tri-pod, and grey-metal-covered black gloves.
The app on his phone took the things Nick entered, and one result came back, revealing a man dressed completely in black, his face was covered in a Forsheda A4 gas-mask, and a bullet-proof helmet: the words below read Codename: Viper, Nationalism: Swedish, Sex: Male, Current Career Status: (2004) Terminated.
Nick saved the search, and then watched the attempt on Rachel Dempsey.
The security-camera in the restaurant Rachel was having dinner in picked up the footage of a black Crown Victoria speeding by the window, the assassin sat on the edge of the passenger-side window, and fired, shattering the glass, but missing everybody except one person.
Sasuke paused the footage, and entered the M.O.: drive-by style, suppressed MP7, and ditching the car in a body of water.
The app ran the search on what Sasuke entered, and one result came back, a woman dressed completely in black wearing a Russian SMS gas-mask came up on the screen.
The status appeared below the picture, Codename: Raven, Nationalism: Italian, Sex: Female, Current Career Status: (2008) terminated.
Sasuke saved the search, and switched to the footage of the attempt on Adam Davidson's life: a traffic-cam at the end of the street captured everything.
The assassin had a mini-gun mounted to the roof of a Hummer H3, he peaked out of the sunroof, and opened full auto on the house.
The bullets shattered the windows, and tore some of the wood off of the side of the building. Sasuke paused the footage, and picked up his phone, and entered the M.O.: drive-by style & mini-gun.
The picture on the screen showed a heavily-built man dressed completely in black wearing a FR-M40 gas-mask with mirrored lenses and a bullet-proof helmet.
The status appeared below the picture, Codename: Bulldozer, Nationalism: French, Sex: Male, Current Career Status: (1999) Terminated.
Sasuke saved the search, and then started up the footage of the attempt on Diana Prescott's life.
The assassin jumped down from ceiling in front of the guards at the front door, as they reached for their guns, the assassin pulled out his fourteen-inch knife, and sliced the guards across the throats.
He then kicked the door open, killed the two guards beside him, and looked up at Diana.
When the spectators ran for the alternative exits, the assassin approached Diana.
Diana ran for her life, her guards drew their Sig Sauer P226 pistols, and fired, hitting the assassin in the chest, but he kept coming like it was nothing.
Once Diana reached the last exit, the assassin threw his throwing knives at them: they slammed into the door, and as soon as Diana escaped, the assassin tossed a gas-grenade at his feet, and disappeared when the smoke cleared.
Sasuke entered the M.O. into his phone: fourteen-inch knife, throwing knives, and smoke grenades.
The picture on the screen showed a man dressed in black with a black hood that partially covered a black Czech M10M gas mask.
The status appeared below the picture: Codename: Hood, Nationalism: German, Sex: Male, Current Career Status: (2001) Terminated.
Sasuke saved the save, and sent the information to Sakura's computer, and also sent a message that said, "Print those out will you?"
Two minutes later, Sakura entered carrying the pictures and the information, "You asked me to bring you these," Sakura asked as she placed the pictures and information on Sasuke's desk.
"Thank you," Sasuke said as he picked up the pictures.
"Who are these?" Sakura asked.
"Assassins," Sasuke said as he walked over to the white-board, and pinned the pictures on the cork-line above the board, "The assassins, call Arthur down here."
Half an hour later, Arthur walked into Sasuke's office, in front of Sakura who closed the door behind them, "What've you got for me?" Arthur asked.
"I found the assassins I.D.s'," Sasuke said as he pointed to Viper, "The one that tried to kill your son, he goes by the name Viper, he's Swedish," Sasuke then flicked the bottom of what he wrote below Viper's information, "And as of 2004, he was dishonorably-discharged for taking bribes."
"Keep going." Arthur said.
Sasuke pointed toward the picture of Raven, "The one that tried to kill Rachel goes by the name Raven," Sasuke said, "She's Italian," he then pointed toward Raven's career status, "And as of 2008, she was dishonorably-discharged for having sexual-endeavors with several of her squad-mates."
"What about the others?" Arthur asked.
"I'm getting to them," Sasuke said as he pointed to Bulldozer, "The beef-stick that tried to kill Adam is Bulldozer. He's French," Sasuke pointed to the bottom of the board, "And as of 1999, he was dishonorably discharged for unnecessarily brutal methods of interrogation."
"Define 'unnecessarily brutal'." Arthur said.
"You don't want to know," Sasuke said as he pointed at the picture, "This guy makes Genghis Khan look like a cardiac surgeon."
"Ok," Arthur said, "Please continue."
"And finally," Sasuke said as he pointed toward the picture of Hood, "The one who tried to kill your wife, he goes by the name Hood, he's German," Sasuke pointed toward the bottom of the board, "And, like the others, as of 2001, he was dishonorably discharged under the suspicion of killing his CO."
"You think with our resources, you can find these men?" Arthur asked.
"I don't know," Sasuke said, "But, if you look closely at the dates, you'll notice something."
"What is it?" Sakura asked.
Sasuke pointed at Bulldozer's discharge date, "Bulldozer was discharged in 1999," Sasuke began as he pointed at Hood's discharge date, "Hood was discharged in 2001," Sasuke then alternated between tapping on the two dates, "They were discharged, two years apart."
"And," Arthur asked, "What does that prove?"
"I'm not finished," Sasuke said as he pointed to Viper's discharge date, "Viper was discharged in 2004," he then pointed at Hood's date, "Hood, 2001. They were discharged only three years apart."
"Now you're starting to get my attention," Arthur said as he rubbed his chin.
Sasuke then pointed at Raven's discharge date, "Raven was discharged in 2008," he the pointed at Viper's date, "Viper, 2004. Discharged only four years apart."
"Two, three, four," Arthur began, "A sequence?"
"Yes, exactly," Sasuke said as he walked up to Arthur's side, "But what's missing from this picture?"
"One," Arthur said as he shrugged using his hand, "Of course. But I still don't get what you're trying to say."
"I think there are more than four assassins that went after your board-members." Sasuke said.
"How many more," Arthur asked, "We talking dozens?"
"Nope," Sasuke said, "One."
"One," Arthur asked, "One more out there?"
"The ringleader hasn't shown his face yet and that usually means there's another party behind all this," Sasuke said, "We need to find these assassins and fast. All I know is when an anonymous former J.P. Morgan Delta Team member wants you dead: the best way to stop him is to shoot his legs out from under him."
"So you're saying: we find the assassins…" Sakura began.
"We find the mastermind." Sasuke finished.
"We don't have much time then," Arthur said, "Maybe you can find one of them sooner than you think. The bank's opening a new office in Montenegro later this week."
"We go in as protection detail for whoever you're sending to oversee the opening?" Sasuke asked.
"That's right." Arthur said.
"Who's 'we'?" Sakura asked.
"You and Sasuke of course," Arthur said as he stood up, and turned toward Sasuke, "By the way, that 2014 Corvette Stingray Convertible you asked for. It's still in the parking lot of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York?"
"Yes," Sasuke said, "I purchased it just as I became a Delta. I installed a computer system into it that can access any kind of information I downloaded."
"Alright," Arthur said, "It'll be waiting for you as soon as I can reach one of my assets."
As Arthur walked out of the office, Sakura looked at Sasuke, "Sasuke," Sakura exclaimed somewhat quietly, "I don't know anything about field work! I'm not an agent!"
"Relax," Sasuke said, "You'll be fine."
"You think it's going to be easy?" Sakura asked.
"Protecting them will be easy," Sasuke said, "It's getting them there."
"The assassins?" Sakura asked.
"Exactly," Sasuke said, "We've got the Senior Chairman of Public Assets traveling by public train to Montenegro, four faceless assassins, and the train has a passenger limit of a couple hundred."
"What do we need?" Sakura asked.
"Book us a private car," Sasuke said, "It'll be easier for us to protect Duncan when we're in one place."
"I'll take care of it," Sakura said, "When do we depart?"
"Tuesday night," Sasuke said, "We need to keep this under-wraps. If any of the assassins get word of it… we're in trouble."
That night, when Sasuke was going back to his apartment, Sakura stopped him, "Hey, Sasuke," Sakura said as she jogged up behind him.
"Hey," Sasuke said as he slowed his pace so Sakura could keep up, "What's up?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to go get a drink," Sakura said, "Some of my friends are going out tonight, and I'd kinda like to get to know you better."
"I'd love to," Sasuke said, "I'd like to know you better to."
Half an hour later, Sasuke and Sakura arrived at a small pub where some of Sakura's friends called her over to their table.
Once they sat down, the first thing that came out of one of Sakura's friend's mouths was, "Who's this guy?"
And Sakura responded by saying, "This is Sasuke: my boss."
"I'm pleased to meet you all," Sasuke said as the waitress passed holding a tray covered with water, Sasuke took one of the glasses, and handed her a £20, "You might know me as, the Defector."
"You're the America that defected from the Federal Reserve?" Sakura's best friend, Hinata Hyuuga asked.
"That's me," Sasuke said as he downed the glass in one gulp.
There was the sound of an engine outside, "What's that?" Sakura's ex-boyfriend Damien asked. "That is the roar of a finely tuned Chevrolet small-block V8," Sasuke said, "And that means one thing."
"Your car?" Sakura asked.
"Took the words right out of my mouth," Sasuke said, "Looks like Arthur got my Stingray back from New York sooner than we thought."
"Stingray?" Hinata asked.
"I'll show you all after this little party," Sasuke said as the engine stopped, and a well-groomed and well-pedicured man dressed in a £700 tuxedo walked into the bar.
"You Sasuke," he asked as he walked up to the table, and looked at Sasuke.
"Yes," Sasuke said as he held out his hand, "Thank you."
The man dropped the keys in Sasuke's hands, turned around, walked over to the bar, and sat down.
Damien turned his attention toward the billiard tables, "You ever play pool before?" Damien asked.
"Pool," Sasuke asked, "I don't think you know what you're signing up for."
"Oh boy," Hinata said as she stood up, "This is going to be good."
Damien and Sasuke stood up, and walked toward the pool table, as Damien paid the bartender for the balls, Sasuke picked up the sticks, and once Damien placed the balls on the table, Sasuke tossed Damien his stick, which he caught in the air.
Damien took the triangle off the, and ushered towards Sasuke to start, "Would you like to?" Damien asked.
"No please," Sasuke said, "After you."
Damien walked up to the table, and smacked the white cue: the ball smacked into the others, and as the white bounced back, it dropped into the corner pocket.
"Ball-in-hand," Sakura said as she pulled the white cue out of the pocket, and placed it in Sasuke's hand.
Sasuke placed the cue away from the corner pocket, and took his shot: the cue slammed into the yellow 1 ball which slammed into the blue 3 ball, sending it into the corner pocket.
"How the hell did you do that?" Damien asked.
"I've been playing pool ever since I was tall enough to see over the table," Sasuke said, "You do not want to play a round of pool with me."
"Sounds like a bet to me." Damien said.
"Alright," Sasuke said as he pulled out ten £5 bills, "I'll bet you fifty pounds."
"I'll see your fifty," Damien said as he pulled out his wallet, and placed five £10 bills on top of Sasuke, "And I'll raise you ten," Damien then slapped ten £10 bills on the table.
"I'll call you on that," Hinata said as she placed another one hundred on the table.
"I'm in," Sakura said as she placed the same on amount on the table.
"Alright," Sasuke said, "If that's the way you want it."
Sasuke lined up his shot, reeled back the poll, and shot, the white ball slammed into the purple ball which rolled into the pocket.
Sasuke made another shot, and the red ball rolled directly into the pocket.
The rest of the game continued on, and the ball just kept rolling, one by one until only the eight ball was left.
"You'll never be able to make that shot," Damien said as the white ball rolled into a forty five degree position to the upper right corner of the eight ball.
"Really," Sasuke said as he walked around the table, "Watch this."
Sasuke lined up his shot, and took it: the white ball hit the top wall of the table, rebounded against the upper-right wall, hit the tip of the middle-left pocket, smacked the eight ball on the upper-left corner, and flew into the middle-right pocket.
Damien's eyes shot open while Sakura and Hinata clapped, "That's the game," Sakura said as Sasuke put the pool cue on the right side of the table, the picked up the money, and started counting it.
"Good game," Damien said as he walked up to Sasuke who slid the money into his pocket.
They shook hands, and they all decided to call it a night.
Once they walked outside, Sasuke pulled the keys out of his pocket, "What kind of car are those keys to by the way?" Hinata asked.
"Why don't you ask it," Sasuke said as he hit the unlock button, causing Sasuke Corvette Stingray to jolt to life.
"No way," Hinata said as she, Damien, and Sakura all crowded around the Stingray.
"She's beautiful," Damien said as he glided his hand over the glossy black paint on the hood.
"She looks brand-new." Sakura said.
"She is," Sasuke said as he opened the door, sat down in the driver's seat, and started up the car.
Everything on the dash came to life, including the odometer, which only had thirty miles on it.
"Only thirty miles on the odometer," Hinata asked, "How long have you had this beauty?"
"I bought her to celebrate my acceptance into J.P. Morgan's Delta Team," Sasuke said, "I only drove her to and from the airport. Then when I was caught, and I figured out I needed to drive her less."
"Then you had it delivered here?" Sakura asked.
"Yes, yes I did," Sasuke said as he closed the door, and rolled down the window, "Want a ride home?"
"Thanks," Sakura said as she walked around to the passenger door, opened it, took her seat, and shut the door behind her.
"Seatbelt," Sasuke said as he put the car in drive, Sakura buckled her seat belt as Sasuke slammed on the gas, and sent the car rocketing forward.
Sakura led Sasuke to a small apartment along the River Teems which looked beautiful, but it was obviously cheap to stay since Sakura was only a first-timer at the Central European Bank: very low on the corporate ladder.
"Anything I should know about tomorrow?" Sasuke asked.
"Yes," Sakura said, "You're coordinating defense for the Senior Chairman of Public Assets for when we leave for Montenegro."
Sasuke chuckled, "Be there early," he said, "We have serious work to do."
Sasuke Uchiha's on the hunt…