Information had reached the ears of the backer or the contact himself...that much was unclear. But having heard of a detective looking into their contact within the underworld had to be investigated as a possible threat. And so it was. The man had actually been making inquiries into any large purchases of the chemicals needed most for the drug on the streets. Something about it having killed his niece in an overdose. He was too passionate and driven to be deterred. With such fragile human connections they were prone to sudden acts of desperation. Clinging to what once was their happiness to keep from being swallowed by the void building deep within their hearts. Often becoming worse than the very sin they had sought to eradicate in the first place. However such a pathological man was difficult to stop. He would fight and kill any thugs they sent after him. They said he was impressive in a fight and it would take a shinobi to put him down. Luckily a general idea of his stats was easy enough to put together. Knowing what the target was capable of could be key to putting them down. Ridding them of their capability would be Tadaras task.
So the contact had arranged a meet with the suppliers and the Owl. They met at the warehouse despite it not being equal ground between them. They were incapable of taking down a single man with no jutsu at his disposal. Against a shinobi...the thought was laughable. Not that Tadara wouldn't be ready to send out a massive horde of bees upon them in a second. Still the meeting would go smoothly enough. They had bargained for Tadara to handle this for them....however some of their crew thought numbers would do the trick for them. Their lives were their own so Tadara wasn't responsible for them....however if he could help them it would go a long way to building their partnership. This reasoning was once more based on their fragile human connections. Tadara of course knew he too was just a man...however he kept his emotions in check. Removing these variables and building partnerships. Still if it eased their minds to be heavily in his debt....he wouldn't turn down an easy manipulation. In his black cloak and owl mask Tadara would simply nod without replying. Fading into the night as he found it all to his preference anyway. The cover of night and a distraction with a bonus objective with optional rewards. It was almost like a game.
Still the idiots intended to hit him on the way home on a back street. Which suited Tadara location wise. It was out of any highly traveled path given the time of night. No nearby homes...if merely by incident they chose a location with the least possibility of witnesses. So the owl would arrive just ahead of the detective. Observing his approach from the roof and noting the positions of the poorly hidden thugs below. Mere children with pipes. He would release his bees in a group of thirty. Forming three triangle formations of ten and holdings high enough above to avoid being heard. Tadara would wait until the thugs rushed him before taking that moment to engage himself. The easily seen opponent covered the smaller less likely enemy. The man drew his knives and defended himself by blocking and dodging. Before he could stab anyone though he was hit from the front and back by a wave of bees getting under his clothes. And above across his face. He would in a panic drop his knives and swat at them. However not before the poison of a dozen stings set in. His coordination dropping to E as he stumbled about. The bees fading away to chakra and into the air....Tadara would quietly step forward. The thugs bruised but alive. They had heard of this owl and having just seen a gruesome display held back.
A glance at them from behind the mask would be enough for them to understand however. They would leave in a hurry. Not wanting to be entangled further with the masked man. Already in his debt. Once they were gone he would pick up one of the knives. The man went to swing at him in his own defense...but the attack was easily sidestepped. A knife plunging with surgical precision under the armpit. Puncturing a lung. Tadara would pull it out and toss it to the side before stepping back. Letting the man silently choke on his own blood and drown. Unable to call for help or run. It was too late. Once the big man fell Tadara would not wait. Preforming the hand seals for body elimination technique. Burning away evidence of his involvement before going home....after several efforts to keep from being followed by going through taverns or tight alleys. Using a bee to see from above for any signs of pursuers. Once he was home safe....he would strap the mask under the roof of drawer under the stove. Another mission complete.
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So the contact had arranged a meet with the suppliers and the Owl. They met at the warehouse despite it not being equal ground between them. They were incapable of taking down a single man with no jutsu at his disposal. Against a shinobi...the thought was laughable. Not that Tadara wouldn't be ready to send out a massive horde of bees upon them in a second. Still the meeting would go smoothly enough. They had bargained for Tadara to handle this for them....however some of their crew thought numbers would do the trick for them. Their lives were their own so Tadara wasn't responsible for them....however if he could help them it would go a long way to building their partnership. This reasoning was once more based on their fragile human connections. Tadara of course knew he too was just a man...however he kept his emotions in check. Removing these variables and building partnerships. Still if it eased their minds to be heavily in his debt....he wouldn't turn down an easy manipulation. In his black cloak and owl mask Tadara would simply nod without replying. Fading into the night as he found it all to his preference anyway. The cover of night and a distraction with a bonus objective with optional rewards. It was almost like a game.
Still the idiots intended to hit him on the way home on a back street. Which suited Tadara location wise. It was out of any highly traveled path given the time of night. No nearby homes...if merely by incident they chose a location with the least possibility of witnesses. So the owl would arrive just ahead of the detective. Observing his approach from the roof and noting the positions of the poorly hidden thugs below. Mere children with pipes. He would release his bees in a group of thirty. Forming three triangle formations of ten and holdings high enough above to avoid being heard. Tadara would wait until the thugs rushed him before taking that moment to engage himself. The easily seen opponent covered the smaller less likely enemy. The man drew his knives and defended himself by blocking and dodging. Before he could stab anyone though he was hit from the front and back by a wave of bees getting under his clothes. And above across his face. He would in a panic drop his knives and swat at them. However not before the poison of a dozen stings set in. His coordination dropping to E as he stumbled about. The bees fading away to chakra and into the air....Tadara would quietly step forward. The thugs bruised but alive. They had heard of this owl and having just seen a gruesome display held back.
A glance at them from behind the mask would be enough for them to understand however. They would leave in a hurry. Not wanting to be entangled further with the masked man. Already in his debt. Once they were gone he would pick up one of the knives. The man went to swing at him in his own defense...but the attack was easily sidestepped. A knife plunging with surgical precision under the armpit. Puncturing a lung. Tadara would pull it out and toss it to the side before stepping back. Letting the man silently choke on his own blood and drown. Unable to call for help or run. It was too late. Once the big man fell Tadara would not wait. Preforming the hand seals for body elimination technique. Burning away evidence of his involvement before going home....after several efforts to keep from being followed by going through taverns or tight alleys. Using a bee to see from above for any signs of pursuers. Once he was home safe....he would strap the mask under the roof of drawer under the stove. Another mission complete.
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