Snippet #1167954

Number Seven sifted through the dust, his eyes searching the ground for anything that could tell them anything about #13. His eyes glimmered, as he was focused on his task, ignoring his surroundings. Later, he would question any survivors as well. If that failed, they would have little to go on, but either putting the screws on #8, or guessing at where they would find #13. The only other alternative was to lay a trap for her. But who would be the bait? Number Seven's eyes drifted slowly to #8 -

- and his eyes fell on another Assasian.

#5 had arrived, late as always. He was now talking to #8. And he didn't seem amused. Number Seven knew that #5 had a way of speaking without thinking. And #8 had a way of killing without thinking. Together, those two were a dangerous combination. One that could become problematic for Cloud, and compromize the mission. That was, unless they cut each other down right then and there. But Assasians were above such, and Number Seven would not allow anything to compromize the mission - especially not the lunacy of #8, or the unpredictability of #5.

The Gunman approached the two. His voice was cold when he spoke.
"Leave. Now." He said to #8. His eyes then turned to the Samurai. "Where have you been?"