Mission 1 (Yenn)

Mission Name: Expose the Corrupt (Repeatable)
Mission Type: Investigation
Mission Rank: B
Mission Goal: Find and expose corrupt politicians or government officials.
Description: Brothels, Slavers, Drug Rings, Spreading Yakuza influence and instigator trying to stir up race wars against the marginalized members of society.

Many of these things even shoe horned in as legitimate missions. There is a slowly growing, and unnatural amount of corruption in Kumo lately.

It's your job to route out who you can and return Kumo to the nation it used to be.
Payment: 25,000
Requirements: Genin (With Chuunin+), or Chuunin+

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It was late into the night as Tamwyn moved through the manse quietly, his footsteps, breathing, and equipment all perfectly controlled as he moved at a normal pace. The home's occupant was out cold already, the guards were as well. No fatalities had occurred and now it was just time for him and Yenn to search the place for documents regarding the corruption of one ‘Ernest Tinwhistle’. Illegal documents and such of the like that they could utilize to prove the man was a scumbag and extremely corrupt. They had snuck into the complex, and slipped through, knocking out guards as they went until they finally reached Mr. Tinwhistles room itself. After a period of..questioning, Tamwyn knocked him out.

Now he was moving through the house toward the secret room the man had revealed during the enlightening..conversation..He was dressed in his usual attire, black suit, gray vest, black tie. Black cloak and a felt boater hat. His piercing yellow eyes moved around the rooms, always wary and watchful for traps. He had his ears open too, listening for any telltale signs of traps about to be sprung or guards that somehow avoided them, or simply woke up. “So what kind of plants are your favorites?” He would ask his partner idly, glancing over toward her as they moved. He wasn’t worried about alerting anyone now, the ‘hard’ part of the job was done and now they were simply moving to finish up and get the hell out. So they could afford a bit of conversation.

[Tam 1]

Moving quietly through the Mr. Tinwhistle’s home was an interesting experience for Yenn. She didn’t even like being in her own house, let alone this corrupt politician’s house. It was very unsettling and moving quietly proved to be more difficult than she anticipated. Though she certainly should have expected it. She was still in the mindset that ‘fashion was somehow more important than any type of practical footwear’. It was a terrible mindset to have and her feet agreed loudly. Finding their way into Ernest’s room wasn’t too difficult, they just followed the smell of unrealized ambition and cheap cologne. They knocked out the guards as they went, Yenn mainly doing the ‘helping them fall silently to the floor after Tamwyn did all the heavy lifting’. She wasn’t too keen on the interrogation part of the mission, though fortunately Mr. Tinwhistle was a bit of a coward and caved after a few back hands. Proving once again, to the surprise of no one, that when face came to back of hand politicians were easy to push around.

Looking the part of a cat burglar dressed in head to toe black leather, Yenn followed along to the secret room where they would hopefully find tangible evidence that this was the man responsible for a laundry list of crimes she found sickening. Most of the guards were already unconscious, some through Tamwyn and Yenn’s efforts, others because they clearly weren’t getting paid enough and had decided it was a more beneficial use of their time to catch up on some sleep. She would pause to consider Tamwyn’s question for a moment before answering. “Favourite? I suppose trees. Any kind of trees really, but I prefer ones that are easy to climb.” She noticed he wasn’t particularly worried about alerting anyone anymore, so she followed suit and spoke in her ‘inside voice’.

The pale haired man would nod at her words, although his only response as his brow furrowed in thought was simply an “I see.” He would move through the house toward a study and once inside would carefully, but quickly, count the books on a particular shelf before pulling the fifth one from the left of the third shelf up from the ground. A large ‘click’ could be heard and the shelf swung open. Revealing a hidden, and not at all cheesy as hell, secret room. Complete with secret desk, and secret documents scattered upon a secret floor. Nodding to himself he would stride in and flip the secret light switch to turn on the secret light and begin to look over everything, calling out to Yenn as he did. “Help me look if you don’t mind my dear. We’re looking for anything that could expose him. The evidence is here, we just have to find it. Anything particularly nauseating should be considered as well.” He would say, his yellow eyes quickly scanning over pages before moving over to a new one.

Eventually, Tamwyn would come across a reference to a secret brothel and read that page more in depth. Reading it carefully, but quickly he would see that Mr. Tinwhistle was one of the men in charge of the brothel. It was located in a secret location, which wasn’t so secret to them anymore now that they had the secret document to tell them where the secret was. Nodding to himself he would take the document and hold it up in triumph. “Aha! I found the proof, I win the bet. Now I get to pick where we eat tomorrow. I’m picking the barbecue place, their secret sauce is amazing.” He would say before turning to her with a grin on his features. “I’ll give you a kiss for a consolation prize though, will that do? Oh, and you can pick where.” He’d ask, his eyes bright and cheerful, with a hint of mischief. Either way, it was time to go. So Tamwyn would jerk his head for her to follow. “Shall we?” He would ask, before escorting her out of the place and back to the mission report desk. They would turn in their evidence and then head back home. Hopefully Yenn wouldn’t go off to sleep in the forest tonight though. Tamwyn wanted to cuddle.

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[Tam 2]

Her answer was worth deep thought it seemed, and Yenn worried that she maybe wasn’t clear enough when she said ‘trees’. There were a lot of trees to pick from, but to list them all would take up too much of their valuable ‘sneaking through a politicians house to find proof of him being a criminal to bring him to justice’ time. The secret room was hidden in the study, because where else would you hide a secret room in a manor that held nothing but books that no one read. She watched as Tamwyn pulled the secret switch that was actually a secret book that had a secret door swing out that was disguised as a bookshelf. The secret there being that Mr. Tinwhistle secretly hoped no one would learn his dark secret that these books were just dust collectors. Away into the secret room they went, looking for secret documents or secret photographs that would reveal the corrupt man’s secret involvement with crime.

“Of course, but if I find it first then I win.” Yenn would reply to Tamwyn’s request with a cheeky smile as she pored over the secret papers filling secret boxes and even more secret shelves. Nauseating is indeed what she found as her stomach churned at the pictures of what were at the very least poorly thought out ways to ‘spice up the marriage’ but were actually clear proof of Yakuza ties. The word ‘tie’ being quite literal as most of them looked like photographs intended to be used as blackmail paired with notes that listed ryo amounts and names of important members of the government. She would turn towards Tamwyn and hold up the secret papers triumphantly, “I found it-” Her words would be cut short and a pout would appear on her face as she realized they’d spoken over each other. “That’s not fair! You were in the secret room before me! You’re always one step ahead of me.” She protested in jest it was almost as if the author of him got to post first or something, she didn’t really mind though, he looked good from the back. Her smile would return at the mention of her consolation prize, and the fact that he’d let her win anyway wasn’t lost on her. She would nod and follow after him with the secret proof of secret dealings with the secret Yakuza in her secret hands. Her hands were secret because they were gloved. “We can go to the barbecue place, since you love their secret sauce so much. But I want two kisses for being so nice.” Exiting the secret room they made their way back to the mission report desk to turn in their evidence. It was a long night of secret shinobi work and she was looking forward to heading to bed. She hoped she would actually sleep the whole night in the bed this time, she always felt bad when she ended up in the forest.

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