Tenten purred softly as she worked the protective coating onto her beautiful, wonderful, destructive, explosive, and devastating little baby Napoleon. She was so glad that she'd managed to work out that little dent that Napoleon had gotten chasing after those damn Iwa raiders, it had made Napoleon so very upset that they'd damaged him, and it was all Tenten could do to stop him from grinding them into paste under his treads, especially once Naruto had cut them off in his bike.
Maybe Napoleon was jealous about the twin chakra fueled turret mounted cannons on the front of the bike's housing. And she wished she could give him a set of them, but she just didn't have the chakra to fuel them. Hugging his barrel she cooed soothingly while stroking its length lovingly with a buffing cloth. True it was only about three feet long, but it was his main cannon and still packed enough punch to give Naruto a run for his money. The only problem is she was limited on the number of rounds she could carry, and she had to make room enough for the Vulcan cannon's housing and heat sinks.
But Napoleon was still her sweet widdle cuddley baby of ultimate destruction, and like all babies he needed a lot of attention and care. Pulling out a wrench she disappeared into the engine houseing, looking for the clutch that she had noticed was sticking slightly. Just a small adjustment later and she was ready to take Napoleon on a patrol, all she had to do was wait for her patrol partner.
A subtle hum filled the air, bringing a smile to her face. As the hum built to a roar, she noticed that Napoleon had turned his turret so that he could see the arrival. Patting him lovingly she smiled as a burnt orange and black capsule bike rolled into the parking garage. Speak of the devil, and he will arrive. The bike pulled up next to Napoleon, and retracted back revealing a leather clad Naruto smiling up at Tenten. "Hey, I put in that order for grease you asked for, and found out they've got another new round for you to test after our patrol tonight."
Tenten's squeal of joy filled the air, as she pounced Naruto in a glomp. Somehow the two cleared his bike entirely and landed on one of the rolling creeper sending them skidding across the ground and behind a wall. Napoleon looked after them before shaking his turret and looking at the bike next to him. Letting out a soft purr, he asked (Are mommy and daddy doing naughty things again nee-san?)
The bike let out a hiss of air that sounded reminicent of a sigh and blinked its lights twice before replying. (Yes Neo-kun, they most likely are...)
(We're going to be late for our patrol Joan-nee-san...) the tank bemoaned, wishing their parents wouldn't be doing something that would most likely get them in trouble with grandma Tsunade... again...
(Nothing else to do but wait...) Joan answered again, leaning against Neopolian's treads tiredly, (We'll give them five minutes, then you can shoot a warning shot with your Vulcan...)
(Okay...) the tank agreed popping up a countdown on his internal clock. And thus another day of Konoha's Mobile Assault Forces began again.