Assassinate a Crime Lord [Mission]

Hayoa stood on top of a warehouse in Ao Phalanx Harbor, exactly where the mission document had told him to go. He had been assigned to assassinate a notorious crime lord, ironically, the same man he had worked as a bouncer for a few months ago. Nevertheless, he had to be put down. Clad in his usual attire of black pirate boots, black pants, white button up shirt which was undone enough to show off his semi-muscular chest. His black pirate hat with the metal emblem of Harikengakure was on top of his head with his goggles covering his eyes. Finally the last object of his outfit was the large pirate coat with the Uchiha symbol on it.

He sighed as the black skies continued to open up and pour rain. He now set off, running to the entrance he would make, the smoke stack. He stopped at the stack, waiting for the thunder to break through the metal grating with a kunai. He followed up and jumped into the airways. Hayoa fell and landed on his feet with a loud crash simultaneously with a thunder clap. He knelt and looked through the grating below him. He was going ith the stealth approach, so he couldn't kill anyone except the crime boss, which wasn't a huge deal. He began to slowly unscrew each nut and bolt as he planned his moves out carefully.

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Careful, careful, he thought as the last screws were undone. Slowly moving the plate aside he looked out. One hundred yards separated him and his target, so he had little space to work with or all the space in the world depending on how he played his cards. Slowly, Hayoa crept from the vent and crawled onto the top of it, planting himself on the ceiling with chakra. His hat almost fell off, but he caught it and threw it back into the vent where he would pick it up later. For now, his focus was on getting to the target, then getting back without being seen.

HE maneuvered his way through the cross beams carefully, making sure not to make a sound, but also stopping to make sure he wasn't being too thorough at the same time. Hayoa was just paranoid about those sort of things. He couldn't fail now, he was so close. Stopping directly above his target he looked around to look for a way down to the man handling his stacks of money. Wait, thats it! He closed his eyes and began his leap of faith, falling angel like into a pile of cash ten feet from where the man was now. He waited and began hand seals and charging chakra into his body.

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Hayoa held his breath carefully as he waited for the man to reach this part of the pile. He heard orders being barked to get more money bags and to clean or take out the trash. Not many actually incriminating things though, aside from the possible weapon of mass destruction on the table in the back along with thousands of dollars from illegally sold weapons and drugs. As he waited calmly, he finished his hand seals and activated the chakra scalpels to prepare the only attack on his target. He was also surprised no one had seen him fall fifty feet from the ceiling into a pile of money, the other question was how did he not hurt himself. Was money really that comfortable and soft that it cushioned his fall completely?

He heard the foot steps grow closer and closer to him, waiting for them to stop and give him his chance to stop the notorious penguin-like man of crime. Hands dug into the pile just inches to the right of Hayoa's head, game on. Lunging forward quickly, he placed a hand over the man's mouth, which along with silencing him, cut the jaw muscles making it impossible for him to even try to scream. Simultaneously the other hand grabbed his throat, which would slice open the jugular with no signs of struggle. The man was dead in a matter of minutes, but Hayoa pulled him into the pile of money to hide the body from all the other cronies, who were surprisingly not around him to begin with.

Now to focus on the escape, the chakra was focused enough within his body for him to preform the simple substitution technique with a metal grate that as back in the rafters near where he entered. In a slight poof, he was in the air ducts looking over the piles of money, right as he had planned. He watched for a few minutes as hell unfolded. He grinned as the people on the ground looked for their leader and locked the doors. Not a single on suspected a thing.

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Enjoying hte shit hittin the fan just a little longer, Hayoa knelt on a single knee and rested his arm on the upright knee. For a minute he flicked on the sharingan to see what was going on below. Obviously not a single cronie had a clue as to where he was. There were so many money piles for him to play in, so to speak, that it made pin pointing his location hard enough. As soon as they would find him, identifying what killed him would be the next part. All they would see is heavy bruising in the areas the scalpels came in contact with. Mere childs play was all it was.

Hayoa slowly stood up and grabbed his hat, pressing it onto his head and adjusting it so the rain wouldn't hit him in the face once he was back out side. Sending chakra into hos hands and feet, clombing out became a breeze. After a quiet minute of climbing, Hayoa popped out onto the roof and slowly stepped through the rain. The pitch black of night consumed him in a fading shadow with only the occasional lightning flash to reveal his true position. No foot steps could be heard, no figure could be seen. Hayoa Uchiha had just committed the perfect assassination of his time with a carefully thought up plan.

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