#thread;painxpacker

    The small pinkette had been tasked with the job of following after a target to see if that person was really guilty of what someone had accused them of, and to find some sort of evidence. If she found solid evidence against the suspect she was ordered to assassinate him on the spot so that he would be unable to continue what he was doing. Therefore once she had found him she tailed behind him, making sure not to get too close as he might see her. But she made sure that she could see him at all times.

    When the male entered a rather large run down chapel like building she wasn't what to expect, it didn't look that special but that could just be what made it easier for him to get away with these things. She decided to enter the building, making sure to hide while she did so. Since she was either going to find he is guilty and shoot him on the spot, or that he is innocent and she could just go back to the base. Unfortunately by the sight she saw when she did enter the building she confirmed that he was in fact a torture just like they were told. 

    Now that she knew that he was guilty of his crimes all she had to do was shoot him with pumpkin and it would be all good. She had previously encountered a family of tortures and she couldn't see the reason why all of them had to go to kill them, since they didn't put up much of a fight and surely now wouldn't be any different. Especially since he had no body guards protecting him. 

    She crouched down slightly so that she wouldn't be so obvious just standing there. Propping her arm up along with the gun that rested underneath it she then got ready to aim at her target. She stretched the other arm out to as far as it would reach and kept that end of the gun still. With being up on a wall, in an archway where she guessed a large window once stood, it gave her an advantage as it meant she could see the area below.

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Staring  up at the male who was, for  some reason,  much taller than herself made her pretty  confused as she was  one  hundred percent  sure  that  the last  time  she  saw him,  he  was only a  couple  inches  taller than her.

    Emerald orbs averted to the door of the room which was the direction that she could sense her partners chokra rising, along with someone else who she was guessing that he was fighting. With her being deeper in the hideout than the male it meant that she would not run into any enemies that may try to infiltrate unless they somehow get past the raven haired male, which was very unlikely. Well that's what she thought anyway.

    Only a minuet or so had passed since her partners chokra had risen, yet already she could feel a strange presence closer to her than the raven haired male. ❝How did they get passed Sasuke..?❞ She quietly spoke to herself as she fully turned towards the door readying herself for anything to happen. If this person had gotten past her partner that meant that they were strong so she wasn't going to take any chances. Her partner was obviously locked in combat with whoever had come along with the person who was currently approaching her so she was going to have to stop this person on her own.

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    Brows   furrowed  as  she  looked   at   the     smaller male that for some reason was sat     on the thrown of Barragan. She had heard     a lot of noise  coming  from  here,  but  this     place was in a bad state. It was if someone     had set the place on fire. But the thing that     bothered her  the most was that  the  male     was covered in blood.                        ❝Why    is   there   a   kid     on                        Barragan's thrown... could it be                        that he actually...❞      She whispered  to  herself  as  she  took  a     couple steps  forwards. Hazel  orbs  slowly     looked  around  the  room at  the  damage     before returning their gaze to the male.                        ❝What  happened  here?  and                        where is Barragan?❞ 

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           The corners of her lips simply curled  upwards            in  sheer  amusement  that  she   had   located            another that attempted to use similar methods            to  herself.   But was he worth  her  time?   That            was the real question.

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