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What: Kidnapping, a failed retrieving and the madman behind it all
Who: Kankurou, Gaara and Sasori
When: This evening
Where: The streets
Rating: PG-13~R for violence, possible drug reference and language
Open/Closed To: Gaara, Kankurou and Sasori
Sasori remembered, clear as day, the young "adult" he had taken under his wing. Aggressive, charming, willful to a fault, Kankurou Sabaku had intrigued the redhead even as he repulsed him. Sasori knew Kankurou was willful. He knew he had a head on his shoulders, and that was exactly why he had played him so close to the vest. Closer than others, he kept Kankurou near him.
Because they had been closer than anyone, perhaps even Kankurou, had realized.
In the getaway cars, in the trafficking, in the heists, Kankurou was standing right beside Sasori, learning every trick Sasori would pass on, but never all, no, that would nullify Sasori's usefulness, even if Sasori had a trait Kankurou couldn't seem to possess: blood lust and apathy. Bitterness through discipline. He knew about the boy. He also knew that the boy, his prized possession, the product of several months of work, patience, and training, had been snatched away from him. Not by his own violation, but by his family.
And so the family would pay.
Sitting in his Midnight-black Lancer-Evo, Sasori tapped away on his laptop. He had five mixers on it, disengaging any connection from the machine to where he was hacking - the Subway controls.
He had seen his target enter a train, and now, he was going to bring it to a stop. He could hear it behind him on the tracks, perhaps five hundred feet away. Raising a hand, he pressed F4.
A woman's computerized voice overhead announced, serenely, "Subway Power disengaged." Behind him, he heard the train scream to a stop, barely fifteen feet away from him.
Time to work.
Grabbing his wig, he ruffled it a bit before putting it on and putting in two lip rings, a nose ring, all real but rarely used, to disguise himself. He had used costume make-up to apply a fake scar to the left side of his face, obscuring most of his identity. The fun was just beginning. He grabbed his gun, got out of his car and ran around to the side of the train, forcing the door open and pointing his gun at all the passengers.
Who: Kankurou, Gaara and Sasori
When: This evening
Where: The streets
Rating: PG-13~R for violence, possible drug reference and language
Open/Closed To: Gaara, Kankurou and Sasori
Sasori remembered, clear as day, the young "adult" he had taken under his wing. Aggressive, charming, willful to a fault, Kankurou Sabaku had intrigued the redhead even as he repulsed him. Sasori knew Kankurou was willful. He knew he had a head on his shoulders, and that was exactly why he had played him so close to the vest. Closer than others, he kept Kankurou near him.
Because they had been closer than anyone, perhaps even Kankurou, had realized.
In the getaway cars, in the trafficking, in the heists, Kankurou was standing right beside Sasori, learning every trick Sasori would pass on, but never all, no, that would nullify Sasori's usefulness, even if Sasori had a trait Kankurou couldn't seem to possess: blood lust and apathy. Bitterness through discipline. He knew about the boy. He also knew that the boy, his prized possession, the product of several months of work, patience, and training, had been snatched away from him. Not by his own violation, but by his family.
And so the family would pay.
Sitting in his Midnight-black Lancer-Evo, Sasori tapped away on his laptop. He had five mixers on it, disengaging any connection from the machine to where he was hacking - the Subway controls.
He had seen his target enter a train, and now, he was going to bring it to a stop. He could hear it behind him on the tracks, perhaps five hundred feet away. Raising a hand, he pressed F4.
A woman's computerized voice overhead announced, serenely, "Subway Power disengaged." Behind him, he heard the train scream to a stop, barely fifteen feet away from him.
Time to work.
Grabbing his wig, he ruffled it a bit before putting it on and putting in two lip rings, a nose ring, all real but rarely used, to disguise himself. He had used costume make-up to apply a fake scar to the left side of his face, obscuring most of his identity. The fun was just beginning. He grabbed his gun, got out of his car and ran around to the side of the train, forcing the door open and pointing his gun at all the passengers.