Time is a strange thing. Always constant, never wavering. Completely unhindered by anything known to man. It's funny to think about it, but our own perceptions often warp and distort the way we experience this all powerful force of nature. When things are pleasant, peaceful or just perhaps having so much fun that time seems to be speeding beyond our control. And then before you know it, grains of sand equivalent to an ocean has slipped between our ever grasping fingers. Everyone can relate to the other side of this fickle coin. So bored or miserable that time can almost feel like it's at a stand still. But these states of perception are not true for all beings. To the mortal races of man, with lives so short and fragile, these perceptions fall into a certain 'norm'. But the races of old, the Ancients, it can be entirely different.
It's difficult to comprehend but for an Ancient that most certainly could live for a thousand years, it's different. Years could possibly feel like months, the days seeming to just blend together. Such is the curse that has afflicted Kaen. However unintentional it may have been, Kaen had found himself slipping through time. Just exactly how long had it been since he last saw Teke?
Kaen had requested that Body Bag, Teke, meet him at Anbu HQ in order for them to better plan out this mission. Or rather for her to plan it. It being a C rank, Kaen was relatively sure she was capable enough to handle it. But technically, regardless of her actual capabilities, she was still 'in training'. This much was majorly due to Kaen's own lack of initiative, allowing her to go so long without going on appropriate missions with him watching over her. Well no more, it was well past the time for her to ascend, he would make sure it happened. Upon her arrival, Kaen would already be wearing his Anbu attire, sitting at a conveniently located table with chairs enough for him and her. A file with miscellaneous papers would be opened up in front of Kaen. He would be reading the Intel inside, weighing their options, or rather her options. Kaen would be taking a figurative back seat in this mission. But he would not let her fail on purpose, this was still an official mission. He would give his personal opinions and let her make any final decisions. She would need to do so in the future when she takes on solo missions, or perhaps raising fledgling trainees herself. Without looking up from the folder, Kaen would greet her once she arrived. "Body Bag..." Keeping it more official while still inside HQ. "I'm glad you could make it. Please take a seat while we go over the details."
It would seem the reporter was correct, Kaen could feel it. However faint it was, there was indeed some sort of chakra coming from the crates. Perhaps some enchanted armor, or other black market level weapons. Military grade chakra crystals perhaps? There really was no way to tell until they actually opened one up. For now they watched as the group approached the large metal door. Without skipping a beat or the five men needed to slow, the door began to open allowing them to enter without fail. This was their moment, the last of the five was going through the door. And just as they planned the door began to close. Kaen would wait for Teke's signal before joining her in a rush towards the closing metal door. Kaen would slide along the ground as if sliding in for a home run. At first glance the warehouse seemed just as abandoned as it felt from the outside. A hole in the roof allowed moonlight to pour in and illuminate the poorly lit warehouse. But that wasn't the problem here. A group of five, wait... 
There was an extra, had they miscounted? No, this must be the one operating the metal door. But they knew they had company and they were surprised, but ready to fight. A most spritely fellow with a bat shouted towards them. 
The simultaneous sound multiple glass windows shattering filled the momentary silence. All of the men seemed to understand what was happening and instinctively dropped to the ground, save the guy still holding the baseball bat. A group of four Anbu arrived through the windows, all but one wearing mundane, white masks. The other's mask, however, was ordained with unique markings signifying his rank as Anbu. The three that followed his lead were obviously trainees. 
You couldn't see it, but Kaen's eyes widened instantly in surprise. He had grown, matured even, since the last time he saw him. It was Gin. But there was no time to react, a small force of lackeys opened fire on Kaen with their automatic carbine rifles. The noise was deafening inside the small, stone built, room and elevator shaft. Kaen was not entirely incompetent and quickly threw his hands up as quickly as he could. But before he could he was already hit a few times. Non-vital parts, like his arms and legs, a few to the gut. [Used 
A charred smell of burnt flesh quickly filled the air as Teke's electrifying energy surged into the man's skull. Wisps of putrid smoke spewed violently away from the deep fried head, Teke turned to Gin who was watching the fray unfold from a semi-safe distance away.