Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-27375402-20160415123308/@comment-30271674-20161227011509

The two rogues that Takahiro and Ranta had both captured slowly stirred from their slumbers. The one with the torn shoulders was faster to regain clarity, only to be then blinded as searing pain built up in his shoulders. He cried and moaned, his breathing erratic while he tried to remain still; fear took hold clutching at his heavy heart. The partner of the fallen ninja remained still as Takahiro placed a foot on him, but he kept his eyes shut knowing that there was an Uchiha amongst them.

"Shit," the lackey groaned as he was slowly gathering himself from that hardy punch he had recieved from Taka responding somewhat absent-mindedly to the Uchiha's remark on how this would work, "I get it, I get it..."

The question Taka posed on him regarding just where the "rogues" were was very vague, in truth they swarmed like lepers to a colony in places like these. Black markets and things of the like could go unchecked, the people and their underground world hidden unless they mistook it for the right time to reveal themselves.

"My crew is over out east on a small manor on the beach that's outside of Daimina Harbor," the missing-nin began to slowly grow more tense as he grew aware of what was happening and upon hearing the pained moans of his friend mistaking the sounds like he had already been through the rounds and held out somehow.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he thought of how the van of their little group was literally blown to pieces right before he was taken out, "Look, I don't know how many of them there are but it's a lot. Boss doesn't have a name, he doesn't like those so we just call him that."

When Taka asked the last question, the rogue went mute. He knew he was most likely at the end of his rope, he had thought on it during this little inquisition but now it finally set in.

"This is why we left Konoha," the rogue muttered with some sadness, he went back to a question he had previously left unanswered, "What are we trying do out here? Trying to live. Me and Jirou, we just wanted to get away from all this fucked-up stuff... but since both you and I were little boys: We were trained to be soldiers. We were meant to fight and kill that instinct doesn't just disappear at normal work. Things go wrong, and people see you for what you are: A broken weapon that'll backfire on anyone who tries it."

The rogue reconciled on his past for some bit before finishing, "I failed the Boss already. We failed our client and I ratted Boss and the rest out. Just... just let Jirou go, he shouldn't be in this kind of business anyway. So kill me already, you damn dog."

Those last words were meant to be said with some vigor, but they came out like a plea instead.