Red Lights, Red Blood (Mission)

[Hattori Kieren]

It had taken several hours before the fence had arrived. Snatching the man before the meet, the pair had spent over an hour "talking" before a very shaken fence was set back onto the streets, several artifacts shorter, and in dire need of a stiff drink. Tucking the artifacts away in his room, the young priest set back out into the streets. Aside from returning the artifacts, the interrogation had yielded a new lead. Taking him down to the Red Light district, Kieren hoped he would be able to find the actual thief. Entering an establishment by the name of, the Purple Ribbon, where the suspect was supposed to frequent. What he expected to see was a bunch of men helping put several scantily clad women through college. Instead, the club was alive with a different kind of activity. A dozen would-be patrons had given up on enjoying the temptations of the women, and instead decided to indulge themselves. The cries of distressed women filled the air as three of them were being pinned to the ground by the mobbing patrons, despite the efforts of the vastly outnumbered bouncer staff. A small groan of dismay, and the young tribesman was moving into action.Call the police-nin, I'll handle these guys. Flanking himself with a sand clone, he set about targeting the groups systematically, separating each drunk and encasing them in a sand coffin. It only took a few moments before he had managed free the women. Creating sand walls over each of the doors, he cracked his knuckles as he turned back towards the infuriated drunks who had begun freeing themselves from their prisons. It's late. Shouldn't you all be heading to bed soon? No? Well, then how about a run through the hose? Lunging forward, the youth gave a spin as the club's taps began to pour, and the water rushed forth to swirl about the room in a torrent of hydration. Stopping at the far side of the room, the youth tried to stifle a laugh at the sight of a dozen would-be rapists dripping from head to toe. Letting his sand wall dissolve at the main door, he watched as the group fled the bar, and smiled to himself as the sounds of police-nin rounding up the group outside drifted to his ears. It was only then that he remembered just what had brought him here in the first place. The thief. Rushing outside, he scanned the soaked drunks. None of them matched his targets profile. Until something caught his eye. A man watching the arrest from nearly a block away. Curses, it was him. Charging forward, the youth found himself stopped by two of the police-nin and the club's owner. YOU DESTROYEd MY CLUB. Sir, we need you to come down to the station and answer a few questions about your actions. He didn't really hear them, the thief was so close. Pushing past, he almost yelled as he scanned the crowd, his target was gone. Yet his source had been confirmed. YOU IDIOTS, because of you, he's gone.