Toumei ambled into the haphazard reconnaissance base he had assembled in the Black Bazaar. He had jokingly referred to it as "The Splintered Swine", because he had emptied his proverbial piggy-bank to buy the shack in cash, no questions asked. It seemed like a steep purchase, but Toumei knew that it would pay off in the long run, and would be necessary to ultimately usurp the rather insidious tenants of the shop just down the street. The organ dealers had seemingly taken a rather cheeky name for their shape, sporting a purposely and falsely weathered sign hanging above the doorway read, "The Chop Shop." Cute.
Across the way, the body-harvester's nightly routine was well underway at The Chop Shop. A new shift was arriving, and the men exchanged their posts as they always did. Each of them was armed, but they did their best to hide it and appear like the average vagrant or deviant denizen of the Bazaar.
Toumei had realized that the guards were seemingly only hired for a stretch of a few days at a time, and he knew that this could be used to his advantage. The shop had a backdoor that was commonly left unattended simply because it was behind a wall of old chairs, boxes, bookshelves, and other supplies that the newest tenants of the shop had hurriedly pushed to the side in order to make it easier to lug corpses to the basement for storage. Toumei had managed to carve out a subtle path that led from this room to the staircase which fell steeply into the basement. It wasn’t perfect, but a manageable entrance.
Toumei scribbled everything he had known about the mission, including personal logs of his own experiences on a notepad. He now waited for his pupils to arrive, and intended on giving each of them a brief of this information as soon as they arrived. Once the young shinobi were up to speed, they would depart for the shop.