RP log; Yamato and Kirihara, Mission #0018
Date: Thursday, August 10th
Rating: PG (?)
Summary: It's too early in the morning for summaries - Yamato and Kirihara have a mission together that determines whether or not Akaya can graduate to full agent status.
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Light green eyes scanned the banquet hall from behind wireframe glasses, taking in the faces of the crowd - attempting, mostly in vain, to match those faces to pictures that had been in what limited intelligence had been supplied. Watanabe, he thought, focusing on one man in particular who was wearing a woman on his arm like an accessory. He only remembered the picture and profile because the man was known for his outrageous hair colors - today, it seemed, it was streaked with neon blue.
Bauer. The German man was easy enough to spot in the crowd - he stood stiffly near the entrance, speaking to no one, and cradling his glass near his lips as though to drink, but not doing so.
There were others - names and faces he could match - but his main goal was not them, it was going to be finding a way to sneak out through the hallway at the north end of the banquet hall to get to the door that would lead to the stairs to the basement where the computer he sought was housed. It was now Akaya's job to worry about the names and faces - gathering all the verbal information they could manage before getting out of there. At that moment, Yamato stood at his trainee's side, half-listening to the conversation between Kirihara and another young man (the son of Kuchinawa - that name had not been in the file) that had latched on to Kirihara like a lifeline, spotting another person his age.
"Is this your bodyguard?" Asked Kuchinawa, drawing Yamato's attention back to him.
"Escort," replied Yamato simply with a warm smile.
It wasn't as obvious, as it usually would that Akaya wasn't pleased. In a least. Somehow he managed to control his expression (to some extent), and his temper was also in check (to some extent as well). First, Yamato decided to make this evening start off hellish, with all this flirting going on during their drive... and as much as usually the trainee enjoyed it, once he thought too much on it, it stressed him and made nervous. It went beyond saying that Akaya didn't enjoy being stressed or nervous, especially on his first mission (which was vital to his graduation).
Then, upon entrance, the idiots wanted them to give out their guns. It took a lot of willpower to not snap at the guard, but somehow Akaya explained him calmly (what passed as calmly for him), just why he'd rather have himself and his escort keep their weapon. It made his eyebrow twitch, as the man stared blankly at him. Dangerously hissing through his teeth, Kirihara asked him if he knew who he was, and if he really wanted to deal with his father, if he heard about this show of disrespect. That seemed to work, thankfully.
Now... he had a real rich brat practically glued to his arm. Brat... but Kuchinawa was probably older than Akaya. Surely didn't behave it. Despite this all, the 22-year-old managed to not snap (it'd be vastly unprofessional, if he did), and simply tried to keep up with the conversation, while also watching the other occupants of the room. Trying to find someone who would be a good source of information they needed, especially since it was his job... the brat at his side was useless, knew practically nothing. Yeah, great, just his luck, hopefully it won't continue through the whole mission.
One black eyebrow rouse at the question, small smirk playing on the trainee's lips, as he nodded his head to Yamato's answer (though inwardly, that smile frustrated him). But the expression on Kuchinawa's face had Akaya twitching, as he knew just what the other thought. Outwardly, he rolled his eyes, while inwardly nearly flailed, "Not that kind of escort."
Yamato had also picked up on Akaya's fear - that the heir that stood before them would not have the information they needed, but, he had been hoping to watch Akaya weasel out of this one. No matter. "Kobayashi-san," he said to his trainee, using the name that had been assigned to Akaya for the evening for the sake of the mission. "It looks like it's about to begin."
This was the moment when they were going to find out if this mission was going to work as planned or not - Akaya was going to have to remain here, listen to the speech on the technology, mull about gathering information - Yamato was going to have to slip out into that hallway, somehow, in that chaos. "I'm going to go grab a drink before they start," said the older man, giving the same calm smile as he had to Kuchinawa. "Please excuse me for a couple minutes, gentlemen."
He had to put trust in Akaya, now, and get moving.
Akaya nodded at his 'escort' walking away, sparing him only a glance, pushing away any of his real thoughts from showing on his face. Yamato knew what to do, and he had no problems with trusting the man to do his job excellently, his feelings on his own part of the job, though, were quite opposite. He'd never admit it, but it'd be easier if he were a girl. Sweet (or rather dumb, in his opinion) smile, a bit of batting eyelashes, and the old freaks would be all for explaining the 'hard and complicated' details. As it was, the trainee couldn't go with that, which didn't mean he was exactly at loss of what to do.
Kuchinawa might have been useless for direct information, but he spilled something rather interesting once the speech started. As it turned out, the other knew who to talk to. And was even willing to introduce Kirihara, or rather Kobayashi-kun, to them.
There was a lot of information given in the speech, even more in random conversations going, and it made Akaya wonder how he was going to remember it all...
While the speech began, Yamato was able to slip out into the hallway - dark for the effect of light centered on the main stage in the banquet hall. He proceeded forward confidently - though he had learned to never trust intelligence to be exactly right, he was only going to have to worry about security cameras, no other sort of security system, and he knew where all of them were located - starting beyond the door where the computer was located.
The layout of the building played back in his mind - like looking down on where he stood from the bird's eye view and trying to determine which direction he should take next. "Left," he murmured to himself, doing just that, coming around a small curve in the hallway to find the door that was more or less out of the way of plain sight. It was unmarked - thankfully, also locked with a normal handle lock, it could be picked easily enough. It was made to look like any other door. Psychological security, of sorts. The average person might mistake it for the bathroom, discover it was locked, and be easily re-routed. Brilliant, in a way.
Once he was through the door, Yamato moved off to the side immediately, just outside of the range of the first camera - if he could help it, he wanted to leave the cameras intact to avoid rousing suspicion. Of course, being caught on film was no good, either - but Yamato had done this a million times before. It was just a matter of making his way down the hallway just the right way... and to a second door - this one looked a bit more like a door to a secret dungeon.
The techs had supplied them a universal keycard that would allow him to hack the computer security system put in place on the door - it quickly cycled through seemingly randomly generated numbers before entering the proper code, and allowing Yamato into the basement. "I'm going in," he murmured, as though to himself, though the communications equipment installed in his collar would pick up his words and transmit them to Akaya.
Sliding through the door, he found himself in another dark room - almost too dark to see anything within. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make sense of the servers stacked on silver shelves on the right side of the room - the computers - and there were more than one - were in front of him on a white desk with a single chair. The temperature in the room was kept extremely low - probably for the sake of the computers - so low that Yamato expected to see his breath in the minimal light.
He shivered and moved forward. "I'm looking for the most recent tape, now."
Attention divided between listening to what some more knowledgeable of the guests, and what Yamato was telling him through the communication device. One part disguised in his ear, additionally his curls, wild as always, covered it nicely. The other, just like the other agent's, installed in the collar, though obviously, at the moment, Akaya couldn't answer to anything. Inwardly, he cursed at not being able to take notes or something, but at the same time, he made sure the most important things were safely stored away in his memory. There were few, so far, to be surely passed along to the techs and analysts to compare with the data on discs.
At some point, though, Kuchinawa was smart enough to notice that his escort was missing for a bit long. Too long. Akaya just raised an eyebrow and looked around, as if searching for the taller man, "Hnn, I'm sure he's around somewhere," and it wasn't a lie, just because that 'somewhere' was a bit further away than what would the other think didn't make it a lie. "He tends to do that," thin lips pulled up to form a smirk, as the trainee used the opportunity to scan the room for any unnecessary disruptions, problems, "Lurking in the shadows and all that, thinks he's cool." And this apparently calmed down the other male, thankfully, as he just snickered and didn't mention it again.
Raising his eyebrows, Yamato's fingers finally settled on the backup tape he had been looking for in the server. "Lurking in the shadows?" he parroted. It might not have always been on the forefront, but Akaya actually had a good sense of humor - often a bit dark, or a bit edgy, but it always brought a smile to his trainer's lips. "Who am I, Batman?" Did that make Akaya Robin?
His fingers worked to remove the tape, replacing it with the corrupted tape as he had been instructed - now it was just a matter of destroying the physical hard drives. "Give me a signal when the fireworks are about to start - I'll need to set up the explosives." They were small, and they would not do much damage, but just enough to blow out all the original data, hopefully.
It took some great willpower not to burst out into snickers at the man's words, and somehow only the corners of his lips quirked in amusement. Batman? Hmm, no, he'd rather say that Yamato was his own kind of a ... superhero -- at that, once again Akaya had to resist laughing out loud. He cleared his throat, and excused himself for the restroom, all the information needed, he already had, so there was no use sticking to these guys. Fortunately, his latest attachment decided not to accompany him, and stayed behind.
Once out of the hearing range of anyone, and away from people's eyes, he murmured, looking at his watch, "In about ten minutes from now on," pause, this time cheeky grin, "Batman." He washed his hands, and went back to where everyone was leaving for the garden, to watch the fireworks. The younger agent stood a bit in the back, by the door to the manor, saying he was cold, which he wasn't, but it didn't matter.
A low chuckle rumbled out of Yamato. Akaya was not his first trainee, nor would he be the last, but he was easily Yamato's favorite. "Roger that," he said softly, unable to help the smile that still ghosted across his lips while he worked at getting the last of the explosives attached as he had been instructed. He set the timer appropriately so it would begin with the fireworks display, and checked that he had the tape he needed before taking a hold of the doorknob.
"Everything's in place - I'm going to make my exit," he spoke against his collar as he opened the door. Everything, so far, had gone without a hitch - considering that this was a mission that was based on limited and rushed intelligence, it seemed as though that should not have been possible... and something in Yamato's gut twisted in concern. Keep your eyes open, Akaya, this is too easy. He did not speak the words, he knew his trainee was sharp, but he could not shake the feeling of impending trouble, nonetheless.
For one long, time-bending moment, Yamato was able to process what was on the other side of the door - a guard that should not have been there, in theory, looking just as surprised to see him as Yamato was to see the guard. Slow motion rapidly became too quick to think - Yamato hit the wall as he tried to roll out of the way of the gunfire, sharp, sudden pain stabbing through his right hip and a dull twin pain coming from where his shoulder hit the wall. It only took a fraction of a second to compute that the bullet had connected with his leg - it was not bad, but his leg did not want to stand under him, and he would not have long to think before the second shot would be fired.
His gun was already in his hand - it was just a matter of deciding where to aim. Take out the light, and he could give himself a moment of cover. No. Take out the light fixture, it was directly above the guard. Yamato fired, feeling a small kickback from the gun, and watched as the guard jolted as though the gun would be aimed at him, but did not move enough to avoid the light fixture falling from the ceiling to knock him unconscious.
Yamato's second shot took out the security camera. They had to risk it, now - because he needed the cover getting out. First things first, he had to stand...
The two gun shots were easily audible in the communicator located in his ear, though they weren't audible outside where he stood, and Akaya smoothened a frown. Something went wrong... Quietly, to not be heard nor noticed, he retreated back into the main room, and took the hall he knew Yamato disappeared into. His own Smoth&Wesson already in hand, ready to be used on whoever would appear, unless it was the other agent.
Dark green eyes narrowed, as the 22-year-old strode through the hall, then... after the next turn and his eyes narrowed further.
On the floor by his feet there was a guard, but he didn't care to check if the man was dead or only unconscious, as his gaze fixed on Yamato. Outwardly, he scowled, approaching the other (who was apparently injured) quickly, while inwardly he felt a snarl of rage. How dare they-- "Where?" Only one word managed to get through the tightness in his throat, as he wanted to ask where the other got shot. Still, the usually snarky tone, was replaced by an obviously angry one. "And why the fuck is he here?" Though the question was fully rhetorical, as they were both told the halls should be clear till 10pm.
With his free hand, Akaya helped the trainer up, and if he wasn't already annoyed, he'd have rolled his eyes at the height difference. It was just... a little bit awkward like this, but they'd survive and get out. Well... after one more thing, "Is he dead?"
"He isn't dead, just unconscious... I think." No, Yamato was not a killer, and he was not about to become one, tonight. "You can put away your gun - there is a time and a place for a gun, and this is not it. Let's focus on getting out of here." As best he could, he took his weight off of the other boy, though he had to use one hand to steady himself in order to step with his right leg - it really was not all that bad, he had been injured much worse, but certainly never on a trainee's first mission. To be fair, this was a bit more complex than what a trainee was normally given. The agency had needed Yamato.
"Those explosives are about to go off, and I took out the security cameras - we're about to have some very curious guards on our hands if we don't get out of here, now." It was needless to say, but even as they made their way back into the side hallway, Yamato could tell that Akaya was... displeased with the way things were going. Best to keep the younger man's mind on the target - the target was getting the information safely out of the building.
"You'll have to drive."
Akaya wanted to protest, and shot the guy right in the head for injuring his trainer (and no, he didn't know why he stressed the 'his' part), that and he saw Yamato, and it'd surely be better to not leave any witnesses. Well, that's what he thought, but apparently... that wasn't it. The 22-year-old did put away his gun, reluctantly as it was, but he did. He might huff and puff about it, but Yamato was someone he'd listen to... as obviously, the man knew better, having had more experience and knowledge. Akaya would listen, and he did, and the reminder about their target also helped to calm his nerves.
His voice was still tight, as he grumbled at the man to not step on the injured leg so much and lean more on him (he was no weakling after all). His free hand was still ready to quickly grab the gun, just in case said 'curious guards' appeared. Thankfully, they didn't, and the two got to the car without further incidents, "Like I'd let you drive like this," Akaya muttered, helping the other seat himself in the car (he knew it wasn't exactly necessary, but who said Akaya cared about that?).
The car engine started the same moment the first fireworks exploded in the air. He had enough mind to not drive away with a screech of tires, and didn't turn on the lights for now. Not wanting to bring any unwanted attention to them.
Akaya disliked cars, disliked them quite much, even though he had no problems with driving them, but he thought they were too slow... way too slow. And once on an empty road he was squeezing all out of the stupid machine.
Once in the car, Yamato was able to get some pressure on the gun wound, wrapping the cummerbund of his tuxedo (dress clothing did have its uses, after all) around the wound and pulling it tight. It was hardly deep, and thankfully the bullet had grazed him and would not need to be removed.
After dealing with his wound, he dipped one shaking hand into his jacket to check that the tape was still securely there. The explosives should have already gone off - the data would be destroyed - and the whole thing had gone mostly without a hitch. There was no chance the one guard that had caused a hiccup would actually remember him... between the darkness in the hallway and the head trauma the guard had received...
Light green eyes focused a moment on the speedometer... well, that was a bit faster than they really needed to be going. "Let's drop off the tape, first. We can't risk the chance of something happening to it. Not to mention, everything you overheard will need to be dictated - it's what we need to complete this mission." Which really was already completed - they were not being pursued. "You did well, Akaya."
One glance at the other's leg, and Akaya frowned again, "Don't pull it too tight, unless you want to kill your leg. Just try to stop the bleeding." Then his eyes settled on the road again. At the speed they were going it was better to be attentive.
First the tape? Like hell, "No, first the Agency's hospital. I'll write down everything I remember there, and we'll drop both at once. No use in going there twice about the same thing." His voice left no room to argue, though he knew that if Yamato really insisted on first dropping off the tape, then he'd relent. The man always won... somehow. Or maybe it was Akaya who was too weak? Whatever. "Nothing will happen to it anymore."
He sighed then, some tension vanishing from his shoulders, at the man's last words. A bit pained expression crossed his features, "I didn't do anything." And why in hell did he have to argue, and not just say thank you? Because it really bothered him that well, his part of the job, was well... practically... nothing. Or maybe he just asked for too much.
"Yes, you did; you did exactly as you were instructed within mission parameters, and were responsive when things went awry - you thought on your feet well." Yamato hoped he remembered what he was saying, now - he would have to submit it all with a report on the mission. Shifting a bit uncomfortably, he resisted the urge to check on the makeshift bandaging on his leg. Normally, he had the insight to remember to bring medical supplies... then again, it was just something to log away for next time, when the situation was a bit better.
"You really can slow down - I'm not dying." The older man settled one hand on Akaya's shoulder - the one closer to him. It lingered there only a moment, just long enough to be reassuring, before he let his hand drop to his lap, again. "You're more likely to kill us driving like this at this hour than this little wound."
With a huff and slight flush Akaya complied and slowly lifted his foot a little off the accelerator, "I might rarely drive cars, but I know what I'm doing." He was pouting unconsciously, lower lip pushed out slightly.
The younger man was quiet for few moments, before, in a less annoyed, more amused, tone, he commented, "Sheesh, these guys were such snobs," not company he enjoyed in a least, "I'd gladly rough them up a little, to get rid of that attitude." Turn left, then two more and they'd be at the complex. First medical centre, then they can drop off the tape and all he remembered.
A thin smile graced Yamato's lips - pain starting to sting at his generally cheerful exterior. "We did rough them up - they just don't know it, yet." He tossed a wink, though it turned into more of a wince (Akaya should have been focusing on driving, anyway). "It ought to wipe a few smirks away when we start turning in some of those names involved and the information contained on this tape.”
Akaya let his lips quirk into a smile, that was true, "I'd love to see their faces then." He did hear the pained tint to the man's voice, and it made his foot twitch to push down on the gas pedal and drive faster, but the closer to the centre, the heavier the traffic was. Speeding up was impossible. The younger man tried calming down again, quashing the urge to yell at the driver in front of him who apparently couldn't drive, or was just a retard. Finally, after few long moments they were able to pull into the complex and Akaya parked right in front of the medical centre.
Yamato eased himself out of the car - despite the fact that he got an indignant squawk from Akaya insisting that Yamato wait to be helped up - and looked up at the medical center with an amused smile. It would be noted that Akaya was no good at following instructions when he was concerned.
Then again, that sounded distinctly familiar.
Rating: PG (?)
Summary: It's too early in the morning for summaries - Yamato and Kirihara have a mission together that determines whether or not Akaya can graduate to full agent status.
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Light green eyes scanned the banquet hall from behind wireframe glasses, taking in the faces of the crowd - attempting, mostly in vain, to match those faces to pictures that had been in what limited intelligence had been supplied. Watanabe, he thought, focusing on one man in particular who was wearing a woman on his arm like an accessory. He only remembered the picture and profile because the man was known for his outrageous hair colors - today, it seemed, it was streaked with neon blue.
Bauer. The German man was easy enough to spot in the crowd - he stood stiffly near the entrance, speaking to no one, and cradling his glass near his lips as though to drink, but not doing so.
There were others - names and faces he could match - but his main goal was not them, it was going to be finding a way to sneak out through the hallway at the north end of the banquet hall to get to the door that would lead to the stairs to the basement where the computer he sought was housed. It was now Akaya's job to worry about the names and faces - gathering all the verbal information they could manage before getting out of there. At that moment, Yamato stood at his trainee's side, half-listening to the conversation between Kirihara and another young man (the son of Kuchinawa - that name had not been in the file) that had latched on to Kirihara like a lifeline, spotting another person his age.
"Is this your bodyguard?" Asked Kuchinawa, drawing Yamato's attention back to him.
"Escort," replied Yamato simply with a warm smile.
It wasn't as obvious, as it usually would that Akaya wasn't pleased. In a least. Somehow he managed to control his expression (to some extent), and his temper was also in check (to some extent as well). First, Yamato decided to make this evening start off hellish, with all this flirting going on during their drive... and as much as usually the trainee enjoyed it, once he thought too much on it, it stressed him and made nervous. It went beyond saying that Akaya didn't enjoy being stressed or nervous, especially on his first mission (which was vital to his graduation).
Then, upon entrance, the idiots wanted them to give out their guns. It took a lot of willpower to not snap at the guard, but somehow Akaya explained him calmly (what passed as calmly for him), just why he'd rather have himself and his escort keep their weapon. It made his eyebrow twitch, as the man stared blankly at him. Dangerously hissing through his teeth, Kirihara asked him if he knew who he was, and if he really wanted to deal with his father, if he heard about this show of disrespect. That seemed to work, thankfully.
Now... he had a real rich brat practically glued to his arm. Brat... but Kuchinawa was probably older than Akaya. Surely didn't behave it. Despite this all, the 22-year-old managed to not snap (it'd be vastly unprofessional, if he did), and simply tried to keep up with the conversation, while also watching the other occupants of the room. Trying to find someone who would be a good source of information they needed, especially since it was his job... the brat at his side was useless, knew practically nothing. Yeah, great, just his luck, hopefully it won't continue through the whole mission.
One black eyebrow rouse at the question, small smirk playing on the trainee's lips, as he nodded his head to Yamato's answer (though inwardly, that smile frustrated him). But the expression on Kuchinawa's face had Akaya twitching, as he knew just what the other thought. Outwardly, he rolled his eyes, while inwardly nearly flailed, "Not that kind of escort."
Yamato had also picked up on Akaya's fear - that the heir that stood before them would not have the information they needed, but, he had been hoping to watch Akaya weasel out of this one. No matter. "Kobayashi-san," he said to his trainee, using the name that had been assigned to Akaya for the evening for the sake of the mission. "It looks like it's about to begin."
This was the moment when they were going to find out if this mission was going to work as planned or not - Akaya was going to have to remain here, listen to the speech on the technology, mull about gathering information - Yamato was going to have to slip out into that hallway, somehow, in that chaos. "I'm going to go grab a drink before they start," said the older man, giving the same calm smile as he had to Kuchinawa. "Please excuse me for a couple minutes, gentlemen."
He had to put trust in Akaya, now, and get moving.
Akaya nodded at his 'escort' walking away, sparing him only a glance, pushing away any of his real thoughts from showing on his face. Yamato knew what to do, and he had no problems with trusting the man to do his job excellently, his feelings on his own part of the job, though, were quite opposite. He'd never admit it, but it'd be easier if he were a girl. Sweet (or rather dumb, in his opinion) smile, a bit of batting eyelashes, and the old freaks would be all for explaining the 'hard and complicated' details. As it was, the trainee couldn't go with that, which didn't mean he was exactly at loss of what to do.
Kuchinawa might have been useless for direct information, but he spilled something rather interesting once the speech started. As it turned out, the other knew who to talk to. And was even willing to introduce Kirihara, or rather Kobayashi-kun, to them.
There was a lot of information given in the speech, even more in random conversations going, and it made Akaya wonder how he was going to remember it all...
While the speech began, Yamato was able to slip out into the hallway - dark for the effect of light centered on the main stage in the banquet hall. He proceeded forward confidently - though he had learned to never trust intelligence to be exactly right, he was only going to have to worry about security cameras, no other sort of security system, and he knew where all of them were located - starting beyond the door where the computer was located.
The layout of the building played back in his mind - like looking down on where he stood from the bird's eye view and trying to determine which direction he should take next. "Left," he murmured to himself, doing just that, coming around a small curve in the hallway to find the door that was more or less out of the way of plain sight. It was unmarked - thankfully, also locked with a normal handle lock, it could be picked easily enough. It was made to look like any other door. Psychological security, of sorts. The average person might mistake it for the bathroom, discover it was locked, and be easily re-routed. Brilliant, in a way.
Once he was through the door, Yamato moved off to the side immediately, just outside of the range of the first camera - if he could help it, he wanted to leave the cameras intact to avoid rousing suspicion. Of course, being caught on film was no good, either - but Yamato had done this a million times before. It was just a matter of making his way down the hallway just the right way... and to a second door - this one looked a bit more like a door to a secret dungeon.
The techs had supplied them a universal keycard that would allow him to hack the computer security system put in place on the door - it quickly cycled through seemingly randomly generated numbers before entering the proper code, and allowing Yamato into the basement. "I'm going in," he murmured, as though to himself, though the communications equipment installed in his collar would pick up his words and transmit them to Akaya.
Sliding through the door, he found himself in another dark room - almost too dark to see anything within. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make sense of the servers stacked on silver shelves on the right side of the room - the computers - and there were more than one - were in front of him on a white desk with a single chair. The temperature in the room was kept extremely low - probably for the sake of the computers - so low that Yamato expected to see his breath in the minimal light.
He shivered and moved forward. "I'm looking for the most recent tape, now."
Attention divided between listening to what some more knowledgeable of the guests, and what Yamato was telling him through the communication device. One part disguised in his ear, additionally his curls, wild as always, covered it nicely. The other, just like the other agent's, installed in the collar, though obviously, at the moment, Akaya couldn't answer to anything. Inwardly, he cursed at not being able to take notes or something, but at the same time, he made sure the most important things were safely stored away in his memory. There were few, so far, to be surely passed along to the techs and analysts to compare with the data on discs.
At some point, though, Kuchinawa was smart enough to notice that his escort was missing for a bit long. Too long. Akaya just raised an eyebrow and looked around, as if searching for the taller man, "Hnn, I'm sure he's around somewhere," and it wasn't a lie, just because that 'somewhere' was a bit further away than what would the other think didn't make it a lie. "He tends to do that," thin lips pulled up to form a smirk, as the trainee used the opportunity to scan the room for any unnecessary disruptions, problems, "Lurking in the shadows and all that, thinks he's cool." And this apparently calmed down the other male, thankfully, as he just snickered and didn't mention it again.
Raising his eyebrows, Yamato's fingers finally settled on the backup tape he had been looking for in the server. "Lurking in the shadows?" he parroted. It might not have always been on the forefront, but Akaya actually had a good sense of humor - often a bit dark, or a bit edgy, but it always brought a smile to his trainer's lips. "Who am I, Batman?" Did that make Akaya Robin?
His fingers worked to remove the tape, replacing it with the corrupted tape as he had been instructed - now it was just a matter of destroying the physical hard drives. "Give me a signal when the fireworks are about to start - I'll need to set up the explosives." They were small, and they would not do much damage, but just enough to blow out all the original data, hopefully.
It took some great willpower not to burst out into snickers at the man's words, and somehow only the corners of his lips quirked in amusement. Batman? Hmm, no, he'd rather say that Yamato was his own kind of a ... superhero -- at that, once again Akaya had to resist laughing out loud. He cleared his throat, and excused himself for the restroom, all the information needed, he already had, so there was no use sticking to these guys. Fortunately, his latest attachment decided not to accompany him, and stayed behind.
Once out of the hearing range of anyone, and away from people's eyes, he murmured, looking at his watch, "In about ten minutes from now on," pause, this time cheeky grin, "Batman." He washed his hands, and went back to where everyone was leaving for the garden, to watch the fireworks. The younger agent stood a bit in the back, by the door to the manor, saying he was cold, which he wasn't, but it didn't matter.
A low chuckle rumbled out of Yamato. Akaya was not his first trainee, nor would he be the last, but he was easily Yamato's favorite. "Roger that," he said softly, unable to help the smile that still ghosted across his lips while he worked at getting the last of the explosives attached as he had been instructed. He set the timer appropriately so it would begin with the fireworks display, and checked that he had the tape he needed before taking a hold of the doorknob.
"Everything's in place - I'm going to make my exit," he spoke against his collar as he opened the door. Everything, so far, had gone without a hitch - considering that this was a mission that was based on limited and rushed intelligence, it seemed as though that should not have been possible... and something in Yamato's gut twisted in concern. Keep your eyes open, Akaya, this is too easy. He did not speak the words, he knew his trainee was sharp, but he could not shake the feeling of impending trouble, nonetheless.
For one long, time-bending moment, Yamato was able to process what was on the other side of the door - a guard that should not have been there, in theory, looking just as surprised to see him as Yamato was to see the guard. Slow motion rapidly became too quick to think - Yamato hit the wall as he tried to roll out of the way of the gunfire, sharp, sudden pain stabbing through his right hip and a dull twin pain coming from where his shoulder hit the wall. It only took a fraction of a second to compute that the bullet had connected with his leg - it was not bad, but his leg did not want to stand under him, and he would not have long to think before the second shot would be fired.
His gun was already in his hand - it was just a matter of deciding where to aim. Take out the light, and he could give himself a moment of cover. No. Take out the light fixture, it was directly above the guard. Yamato fired, feeling a small kickback from the gun, and watched as the guard jolted as though the gun would be aimed at him, but did not move enough to avoid the light fixture falling from the ceiling to knock him unconscious.
Yamato's second shot took out the security camera. They had to risk it, now - because he needed the cover getting out. First things first, he had to stand...
The two gun shots were easily audible in the communicator located in his ear, though they weren't audible outside where he stood, and Akaya smoothened a frown. Something went wrong... Quietly, to not be heard nor noticed, he retreated back into the main room, and took the hall he knew Yamato disappeared into. His own Smoth&Wesson already in hand, ready to be used on whoever would appear, unless it was the other agent.
Dark green eyes narrowed, as the 22-year-old strode through the hall, then... after the next turn and his eyes narrowed further.
On the floor by his feet there was a guard, but he didn't care to check if the man was dead or only unconscious, as his gaze fixed on Yamato. Outwardly, he scowled, approaching the other (who was apparently injured) quickly, while inwardly he felt a snarl of rage. How dare they-- "Where?" Only one word managed to get through the tightness in his throat, as he wanted to ask where the other got shot. Still, the usually snarky tone, was replaced by an obviously angry one. "And why the fuck is he here?" Though the question was fully rhetorical, as they were both told the halls should be clear till 10pm.
With his free hand, Akaya helped the trainer up, and if he wasn't already annoyed, he'd have rolled his eyes at the height difference. It was just... a little bit awkward like this, but they'd survive and get out. Well... after one more thing, "Is he dead?"
"He isn't dead, just unconscious... I think." No, Yamato was not a killer, and he was not about to become one, tonight. "You can put away your gun - there is a time and a place for a gun, and this is not it. Let's focus on getting out of here." As best he could, he took his weight off of the other boy, though he had to use one hand to steady himself in order to step with his right leg - it really was not all that bad, he had been injured much worse, but certainly never on a trainee's first mission. To be fair, this was a bit more complex than what a trainee was normally given. The agency had needed Yamato.
"Those explosives are about to go off, and I took out the security cameras - we're about to have some very curious guards on our hands if we don't get out of here, now." It was needless to say, but even as they made their way back into the side hallway, Yamato could tell that Akaya was... displeased with the way things were going. Best to keep the younger man's mind on the target - the target was getting the information safely out of the building.
"You'll have to drive."
Akaya wanted to protest, and shot the guy right in the head for injuring his trainer (and no, he didn't know why he stressed the 'his' part), that and he saw Yamato, and it'd surely be better to not leave any witnesses. Well, that's what he thought, but apparently... that wasn't it. The 22-year-old did put away his gun, reluctantly as it was, but he did. He might huff and puff about it, but Yamato was someone he'd listen to... as obviously, the man knew better, having had more experience and knowledge. Akaya would listen, and he did, and the reminder about their target also helped to calm his nerves.
His voice was still tight, as he grumbled at the man to not step on the injured leg so much and lean more on him (he was no weakling after all). His free hand was still ready to quickly grab the gun, just in case said 'curious guards' appeared. Thankfully, they didn't, and the two got to the car without further incidents, "Like I'd let you drive like this," Akaya muttered, helping the other seat himself in the car (he knew it wasn't exactly necessary, but who said Akaya cared about that?).
The car engine started the same moment the first fireworks exploded in the air. He had enough mind to not drive away with a screech of tires, and didn't turn on the lights for now. Not wanting to bring any unwanted attention to them.
Akaya disliked cars, disliked them quite much, even though he had no problems with driving them, but he thought they were too slow... way too slow. And once on an empty road he was squeezing all out of the stupid machine.
Once in the car, Yamato was able to get some pressure on the gun wound, wrapping the cummerbund of his tuxedo (dress clothing did have its uses, after all) around the wound and pulling it tight. It was hardly deep, and thankfully the bullet had grazed him and would not need to be removed.
After dealing with his wound, he dipped one shaking hand into his jacket to check that the tape was still securely there. The explosives should have already gone off - the data would be destroyed - and the whole thing had gone mostly without a hitch. There was no chance the one guard that had caused a hiccup would actually remember him... between the darkness in the hallway and the head trauma the guard had received...
Light green eyes focused a moment on the speedometer... well, that was a bit faster than they really needed to be going. "Let's drop off the tape, first. We can't risk the chance of something happening to it. Not to mention, everything you overheard will need to be dictated - it's what we need to complete this mission." Which really was already completed - they were not being pursued. "You did well, Akaya."
One glance at the other's leg, and Akaya frowned again, "Don't pull it too tight, unless you want to kill your leg. Just try to stop the bleeding." Then his eyes settled on the road again. At the speed they were going it was better to be attentive.
First the tape? Like hell, "No, first the Agency's hospital. I'll write down everything I remember there, and we'll drop both at once. No use in going there twice about the same thing." His voice left no room to argue, though he knew that if Yamato really insisted on first dropping off the tape, then he'd relent. The man always won... somehow. Or maybe it was Akaya who was too weak? Whatever. "Nothing will happen to it anymore."
He sighed then, some tension vanishing from his shoulders, at the man's last words. A bit pained expression crossed his features, "I didn't do anything." And why in hell did he have to argue, and not just say thank you? Because it really bothered him that well, his part of the job, was well... practically... nothing. Or maybe he just asked for too much.
"Yes, you did; you did exactly as you were instructed within mission parameters, and were responsive when things went awry - you thought on your feet well." Yamato hoped he remembered what he was saying, now - he would have to submit it all with a report on the mission. Shifting a bit uncomfortably, he resisted the urge to check on the makeshift bandaging on his leg. Normally, he had the insight to remember to bring medical supplies... then again, it was just something to log away for next time, when the situation was a bit better.
"You really can slow down - I'm not dying." The older man settled one hand on Akaya's shoulder - the one closer to him. It lingered there only a moment, just long enough to be reassuring, before he let his hand drop to his lap, again. "You're more likely to kill us driving like this at this hour than this little wound."
With a huff and slight flush Akaya complied and slowly lifted his foot a little off the accelerator, "I might rarely drive cars, but I know what I'm doing." He was pouting unconsciously, lower lip pushed out slightly.
The younger man was quiet for few moments, before, in a less annoyed, more amused, tone, he commented, "Sheesh, these guys were such snobs," not company he enjoyed in a least, "I'd gladly rough them up a little, to get rid of that attitude." Turn left, then two more and they'd be at the complex. First medical centre, then they can drop off the tape and all he remembered.
A thin smile graced Yamato's lips - pain starting to sting at his generally cheerful exterior. "We did rough them up - they just don't know it, yet." He tossed a wink, though it turned into more of a wince (Akaya should have been focusing on driving, anyway). "It ought to wipe a few smirks away when we start turning in some of those names involved and the information contained on this tape.”
Akaya let his lips quirk into a smile, that was true, "I'd love to see their faces then." He did hear the pained tint to the man's voice, and it made his foot twitch to push down on the gas pedal and drive faster, but the closer to the centre, the heavier the traffic was. Speeding up was impossible. The younger man tried calming down again, quashing the urge to yell at the driver in front of him who apparently couldn't drive, or was just a retard. Finally, after few long moments they were able to pull into the complex and Akaya parked right in front of the medical centre.
Yamato eased himself out of the car - despite the fact that he got an indignant squawk from Akaya insisting that Yamato wait to be helped up - and looked up at the medical center with an amused smile. It would be noted that Akaya was no good at following instructions when he was concerned.
Then again, that sounded distinctly familiar.