Night 61: Mission #6 [Niikura Shou and Hamato Michelangelo]

[oneman_onekill]

One second he was walking through the door, the next he was standing out in the middle of a field in complete darkness. "Whoa..." Niikura took a step forward, and jumped a little more than he should have when the dirt crunched underneath his boots. It was real--well, duh, of course it was real. Teleportation wasn't one of the things he was accustomed to, though; it had just felt so surreal, watching the landscape change with the blink of an eye. To be honest, it made him feel sort of amateurish, even though he already had every necessary skill to fulfill this mission as quickly and efficiently as possible. Just one little thing, though. Niikura liked having all the possible factors under his control or at least known to him, and that included initial transportation.

But no time to think about that. They had some people to catch. He looked around for the dim shape of his friend. "Mike-san, ya here?" His voice was a quiet hiss. Even though they were a few meters away from the encampment they were supposed to raid, he didn't want to take any risks while the mission was still in its nascent stages. "We, uh..." Niikura looked down at the two guns clenched in his hands. "...oh, that's nice of 'em." One was clearly the tranquilizer gun that the file said would be provided. Two rounds only apiece. One reserve in case they missed. Not...not too bad. It added a little challenge, although he considered himself to be a decent shot on bad days.

The other...he lifted it up so he could examine it a little more closely, and then nearly laughed when he saw the shape. An M29, huh? Now all he had to do was paint "Nyuunanbu" on the barrel and it'd be like a flash from the past, except hopefully, he wouldn't have to use it at all.

He looked back up again. "What'd you get?"

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[hiddenbadass]

Mike jolted when he suddenly appeared in the middle of a field, having not expected something so seamless. There hadn't been a portal or even any sort of sound effect. Nope, they were just suddenly there.

... Landel had to work on his special affects. Really, the whole suddenly there thing was just not that awe inspiring. If he really wanted to make his institute seem amazing, then he had to really step up his game. (Not to mention, that pink force shield....)

"I'm here."

Back onto the topic at hand--Mike caught Niikura's figure nearby and turned his head to look at him. He didn't bother to look down at his weapon because he knew what it was--the familiar weight of his nunchaku's holster was there in his palm. He felt a weight on his foot. Mike frowned for a moment, then crouched, and put his nunchaku down. He picked up what he recognized as a tranquilizer gun, shoving it into his briefs. Yeah, it wasn't pretty, but it'd work.

"Tranq gun and my nunchaku," Mike whispered, picking up his nunchaku and standing. "Let's wait until we can see right before movin'."