The disappearance of the detective hadn't really made the papers after a week. It seemed he didn't have anyone looking after him. His obsession driving them all away until it was all he was absorbed with. The gang he had associated as that was how he viewed them were proving useful. Eyes and ears in places decent people wouldn't even consider. The underworld naturally held an advantage as they had to be clever or strong to survive. Able to either bully their way through by might or with mind games. Either way the world which ignored them could not control or predict them efficiently enough. For now they were useful in one regard. A simple matter of information that wasn't available to the public eye. A politician had begun to gather a following. Making promises that did not in any way suit the backer. Demanding impossible policies and somehow gaining popularity. This would have to be crushed quietly or at least not in any way that could lead back to the backer. So the number of guards and his address had been information of great value. An enemy could establish territory...but knowing it just as well or better would give the attacker the edge. Weaknesses were easier to exploit than strengths.
So the owl had been given the information and the task of eliminating the man. However the task was given with a warning. If he were caught...he wouldn't live to testify. He would be eliminated himself. No witnesses could be allowed to live. In that event stealth was imperative. So he would spend the day preparing himself with a balanced meal and stretches. All while meticulously studying the lay out of the mansion. He knew the amount of guards so patrols would be easy to predict the patterns with a little observation. Still he found the objective troubling. He wasn't one to risk himself in most situations. Yet all the information and opportunity to prove his worth increasing was laid out before him. His eyes scanning the documents for hours as the predicted the best possible percentages of avoiding detection and paths for different target locations. Cataloging it all over the hours and having it all mapped perfectly in his head by the time night fell. The best time to do operations was just before sunrise theoretically but night was easier to remain concealed in his opinion. Choosing the darkest hour to make his approach. The twilight hours.
This meant his target was asleep he quickly proved with a simple glance. The bedroom had some shuffling under the covers. There was the possibility of it being a decoy to lure him in...it would likely work if that were the case as he had to at least attempt the assassination. Still the patrols appeared to be far to scattered to ambush anyone. They were alert but already growing tired of consistently professional vigilance. Tadara would move on all fours to remain as concealed as possible. Using chakra walking practice to use ceilings and remaining in the shadows there light didn't touch as often as possible. Timing his approach along planned path B - 18. The bedroom had been the second most likely possibility. This was based on the pattern of the guards the path with the least traffic. Of course his calculations proved to be impeccable. Once inside the room Tadara would release his bees to let a dozen in every direction as an early alert system and a dozen to simultaneously sting along major arteries. By doing this the victim paralyzed before he could cry out. His coordination reduced below E rank as he was no fighter himself. He could only watch in horror as the owl turned his face to confirm the identity before sending two dozen bees to infiltrate the fuse box. With that he would pull out a lighter. The poison couldn't be detected either.
Tadara would toss the lighter onto the bed. The covers catching quickly. The politician unable to even scream as he began to burn up in bed. Tadara would slide the window open and slide slowly outside before pulling it closed. One bee slipped under to lock it and then fade to chakra. After a few more moments the fuse box would trip and cut the lights. Making Tadaras escape far easier and direct under cover of night. The bees all fading to chakra as he left the mansion behind. The roar of an inferno in the bedroom marking the death of his target and the elimination of any evidence to him. Another mission complete for the backer. Another successful report through the contact.
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So the owl had been given the information and the task of eliminating the man. However the task was given with a warning. If he were caught...he wouldn't live to testify. He would be eliminated himself. No witnesses could be allowed to live. In that event stealth was imperative. So he would spend the day preparing himself with a balanced meal and stretches. All while meticulously studying the lay out of the mansion. He knew the amount of guards so patrols would be easy to predict the patterns with a little observation. Still he found the objective troubling. He wasn't one to risk himself in most situations. Yet all the information and opportunity to prove his worth increasing was laid out before him. His eyes scanning the documents for hours as the predicted the best possible percentages of avoiding detection and paths for different target locations. Cataloging it all over the hours and having it all mapped perfectly in his head by the time night fell. The best time to do operations was just before sunrise theoretically but night was easier to remain concealed in his opinion. Choosing the darkest hour to make his approach. The twilight hours.
This meant his target was asleep he quickly proved with a simple glance. The bedroom had some shuffling under the covers. There was the possibility of it being a decoy to lure him in...it would likely work if that were the case as he had to at least attempt the assassination. Still the patrols appeared to be far to scattered to ambush anyone. They were alert but already growing tired of consistently professional vigilance. Tadara would move on all fours to remain as concealed as possible. Using chakra walking practice to use ceilings and remaining in the shadows there light didn't touch as often as possible. Timing his approach along planned path B - 18. The bedroom had been the second most likely possibility. This was based on the pattern of the guards the path with the least traffic. Of course his calculations proved to be impeccable. Once inside the room Tadara would release his bees to let a dozen in every direction as an early alert system and a dozen to simultaneously sting along major arteries. By doing this the victim paralyzed before he could cry out. His coordination reduced below E rank as he was no fighter himself. He could only watch in horror as the owl turned his face to confirm the identity before sending two dozen bees to infiltrate the fuse box. With that he would pull out a lighter. The poison couldn't be detected either.
Tadara would toss the lighter onto the bed. The covers catching quickly. The politician unable to even scream as he began to burn up in bed. Tadara would slide the window open and slide slowly outside before pulling it closed. One bee slipped under to lock it and then fade to chakra. After a few more moments the fuse box would trip and cut the lights. Making Tadaras escape far easier and direct under cover of night. The bees all fading to chakra as he left the mansion behind. The roar of an inferno in the bedroom marking the death of his target and the elimination of any evidence to him. Another mission complete for the backer. Another successful report through the contact.
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