Jin Tsubaito

Jin sped up his pace of running as he chased after his target. It was a woman, maybe a year or so older than him, and his eyes were set on taking her down, even though she was female. Often, he would have let her go, causing conflicts within the organization that he just ignored, but this one kind of got on his nerves and he wasn't looking to flirt anymore.

The woman made her first mistake by running forward while Jin took a height advantage, jumping off the stairs he climbed and rolling before he hit the ground to break the fall. The woman paused immediately, seeing how the young adult was in front of her and would be caught if she just ran backwards by the actual police.

"Gotcha dear~" Jin said, pointing his pistol at her, little hesitation in his eyes and holding out the other hand, "I'll be taking back that code of yours, love. I can't let you go stealing that much money from the bank. Now usually I'd let you go, but I do recall me having to had already given you that chance. Lets see... wasn't that last week? Ah yes, it was. And I told you to stop that thieving habit of yours, right?"

He walked closer to the woman and put the pistol to her head and said again, "The code now, if you'd please."

The woman growled angrily, but reluctantly took a piece of paper from her pocket, and gave it to him, a look of regret on her face as she turned away and frowned. Jin checked that it was the right paper before putting it in his own pocket and winking, "Thanks now, love. I really appreciate it. If I didn't get this, I'd lose my job!"

The woman spit at him before snarling, "Go lose that job for all I care, and while you're at it, go die also! Now let me leave!"

"Oh, feisty are we?" Jin chuckled at her personality, and within the blink of an eye, he shot the bullet, a kind looking smile still on his face even though he had a splatter of blood on it, and on his clothes along with the fact that he just killed a woman, "But I can't let you go after what you've commit, love."

He wiped the small trace of blood from his cheek, smearing it a bit as he whistled a cheerful tune and began to walk back to the base in the city, which was basically a run down apartment that belonged to them. He heard the police sirens ring behind him while he made his way back, but paused and turned around, "Oh wait."

Jin walked back to the woman and took out a paper in his pocket before placing it in her hands.

"Jin was here loves~ Give your thanks to the Secret Police~ "

He always left that after he killed someone or solved a case to give the credit to the organization he was in, and to himself of course since he wanted some credit as well, "Alright, time to go back now." Jin walked back to the base for the last time, not turning around, even though he knew the police were right on his tail.

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Ayano Tsubaito

Ayano, also, had a target of her own. She was severed from her group, just like her brother, but that was mainly because she already knew how to lure her opponent into the trap, and close the gates before he could escape.

She was at the bar, doing her part time job there as the waitress. In the corner of the room was a suspicious and dark looking man who was typing onto a computer. There was only one more person in the bar, and that was one of the people apart of the organization used as a mere distraction. The boss of the bar left Ayano to close up since she was trusted, and the only costumer for the night was the one sitting in the corner, or, the one who she was supposed to take care of.

While she set down a drink for the "other costumer", she went back to the bar to grab a small cup of sake before walking over to the one in the corner. But she wasn't really going to serve him his drink obviously. Just before she could reach him and set down the cup, she accidentally tripped, and spilled the sake all over his computer, which spazzed a bit and then made a small explosion.

"I-I'm so sorry dear! I didn't mean to!" Ayano acted out before grabbing a napkin and patting him down since some of the alcoholic beverage was spilt over him as well, "I can pay for the computer! Name your price! I swear!"

"Why you little-" The man began but then stopped when he sighed and muttered, "I don't care. Just get out of my face. I'm leaving."

He headed for the door, and was just about to open it, but when he tried to push, it didn't budge, and when he tried to pull, it didn't budge either, "What the hell is this... a prank?" He growled and turned to Ayano who simply smiled, but it seemed more dark than happy and cheerful.

"I don't think I'm allowed to let you go. That's what my boss tells me, and he's not the one that owns the bar, dear." Ayano told him. The other costumer, who was apart of the organization, stood from his chair and walked up to him as she continued, "Sorry, but it's about time you took a break from work, isn't that right?"

"W-what?" The man asked, his last words seeming to be faintly breathed from his mouth before his vision disappeared, the last thing he remember being the white haired woman's smile. Or... perhaps it was a smirk.

Katherine was panting lightly as she walked into an abandoned warehousr where her target had recently been spotted in. As she opened the doors an awful smell invaded her senses. She couldn't see much so she had her pocket knife already out and ready to seriously do damage. Katherine had been seperated herself from her team and ran off to where the target was said to be. She looked around when something caught her eye. There was a trail of blood leading to something. She took out her phone and used the light to see where the trail led to and to her surprise it led to her ,now dead, target. She looked around still using her phone's light to see if anyone was around.

"I took care of him if you're wondering." An unknown male spoke. Katherine became much more defensive and alert than before.

"Who are you? Come out here!" Her voice echoed throught the abandoned property. The man chuckled before the echoes of his chuckle died out. She suddenly heard the sound of the doors being slammed shut. She ran to them and hurridly opened them, thankful that she wasn't locked in the warehouse. Katherine looked around outside for the man that spoke but didn't see anyone.

"Damn." She muttered. Katherine knew it wasn't good that she let the target die by someone else's hands and it ws worse because some unknown man got away with it. She didn't recognize the voice as anyone from the secret police or anyone she knew so she was confused and frustrated. Police sirens rang out in the distance and Katherine walked away as if nothing happened. She was soon farther away from the warehouse as she saw the police lights light up parts of the farther backround. Katherine made it back to where she was last with her team and wasn't surprised to not see them there. She leaned against a tree sighing.

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Yomi heaved a sigh as she leaned back in her chair, the glow of her monitor illuminating her tired face. It was about a week ago that Jin had let one of his targets go and had just now finally caught her again, this time at least he had made sure to finish his job. About time... Really, he should've just done that in the first place. She leaned back forward, and with a few keystrokes and clicks, began to feed the police that were on his tail bad information and disrupt their communications. He'd probably make it back on his own but... May as well make sure.

With that finished she picked up her cup of coffee, it was her... 5th? 6th? She had lost count at this point. She took a sip before getting up and moving to a window, pulling back the drapes and flooding the room in daylight. She winced a bit as her eyes began to adjust before looking down at the street from the run-down apartment they called a base. She stood there for a while tending to her drink before a little melody chirped up from her pocket. Yomi fished the phone from her pocket and flipped it open, her eyes scanning the content of the message quickly. Looks like Ayano got her mark too. She spoke up to no one in particular, "Today's going pretty well..."

With a few gulps the last remnants of her cup were consumed, she placed the empty cup back on her desk before taking her seat. "Hm..." She drummed her fingers along the desk idley. Wonder what we should do for dinner tonight... Kira eats too many sweets, maybe I should look into cooking, doesn't seem like it'd be too hard. Her little reverie however was interrupted by another noise from her phone. This message however was of a very different nature than the one she had just recently received. It was a message from one of her "girlfriends". With a smirk she pulled the usual portable gaming device from her pocket. "Almost forgot I had scheduled a date~"

((OOC: Just a note, in my posts I will be using italics for Yomi's inner-dialogue and thoughts, and "bold" for speech.))

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"Kotaro Daiki for threeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Kotaro whispered to himself a he threw a crumpled ball of paper into a garbage can. It has been weeks since he was given a mission, and he was getting bored by the day. Luckily, he was allowed to access the firing range anytime he wishes, yet he was commanded to stay in headquarters. Kotaro obeyed this order, and has no intention on disobeying. He will obey any order, since he knew he was with good hands. For at least a few hours, he has spent the time drawing stuff, mostly animals, some robots, and the rest are stuff he saw in HQ.

"When am I gonna get some action?" Kotaro asked no one in particular, "This sucks..."

[center]Youji Karakuni

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Pu~ri kyu~a.
Pu~ri kyu~a.
Pu~ri kyu~a.
PURIKYUAAA~!

The cheerful theme song gently played through his headphones as Youji watched his torrented anime, magical girls twirling and flying through the screen. He of course was watching through his personal laptop, his back against the wall. Yomi, after all, was just across from him in the office. Normally he'd be on his work computer, controlling the mission drone that accompanied Kira and Jin on their missions. Though after Jin went rogue on his own, leaving Kira and the drone behind, Youji simply left the drone on auto-pilot to listen to Kira's orders. He didn't like to do so, but whenever Jin just goes rogue the way he does, it takes the fun out of all the missions and leaves everyone else to just clean up after him.

And sure enough, Yomi confirmed the death of the target. "Sigh, that guy always takes the real fun from us." He entered a few key strokes onto his laptop, making what looked to be a small mouse shaped robot come to life. The robot would makes it's way to the portable fridge in their tiny office and retrieve a can of soda for the teenager. "I mean seriously, what are we lackeys supposed to do these days when Jin just renegades the target to death?"

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Yomi glanced up from her game at Youji as he spoke. "No one stopped you from looking for her on your own you know. And really, as long as the target is handled it doesn't really matter which of us did it... but you are right, it'd be preferable that he didn't run off." She moved her hand up to her mouth to stifle a yawn before turning her gaze to the mouse robot that scurried across the floor. I never was one for engineering or robotics... These drones of his are pretty impressive really. Wonder how good the software is though... Maybe I should offer to put some protection on there, though I suppose it's pretty unlikely most criminals would be able to hack something like that in the first place. She dismissed the thoughts with as she leaned back in her chair.

"Think you could get that thing to get me a can of coffee from the fridge too?" She spoke with a small smirk before a bit of noise from one of the nearby trash cans caught her attention. It seemed Kotaro was stuck in the office today. Strange... He doesn't usually spend much time up here, he looks pretty bored. Oh well, I'm sure they'll send him out soon enough, there certainly aren't a lack of criminals in this city.

A small shrug was all that came of her curiosity however as she returned her focus to the device in her hands, a small smile forming on her lips at the cute anime girl contained there.

"Yeah sure..." Youji picked up his can from the mouse as he input a couple more commands into the computer, this time making the mouse make it's way to the fridge to get a can of iced coffee. The mouse scurried over to Yomi, the can being offered on top it's back.

Youji looked at Kotaro. "And what about you? I didn't think we would get paid for just goofin' around." Really he just didn't care to have him around the office. When the guy brooded, he brooded. "Want a drink? You look bored outta your mind you do."

Kotaro turned his head to Youji's direction when his mind registered that Youji was speaking to him. People rarely talk to him apart from his dispatcher, his teammates (though they don't really talk with him), and his doctor. He thought about the offer for quite a while. "Yeah, sure." he replied, "Thanks..."

With that being said, Kotaro set his mind back to his drawing, which he had been working on for the past few hours.

Eko grumbled. He was really pissed. Currently, he was in a deserted place where no one is, so he could peacefully practice using the gun. It was somekind of a feared place, Eko didn't know why, but he didn't care. There, he would not be interrupted while training. The place was old, not even a bit crowded and it was really common to hear gun shots from there, so now he could practice as long as he wanted. Didn't wanting to practice with the others was another reason. In the inside, he was a bit embarrased that he couldn't handle a gun like all the others. But he didn't show it, obviously. He was too proud to show such an emotion.

He placed a round target not too far away from him and tried to hit it. And yes, he failed. And you don't believe how badly he failed. Some of the shots went through the air at last 3 meters above the target, some made the walls full of holes and some others were so far away that he didn't even get to see where it went to.

Don't close your eyes while shooting. "Yeah Yeah, it's easier to say then to do.", he muttered to himself angry and gave the target an angry glance, as if it was the main fault he was such a bad shooter.

He didn't even get to scretch that damn target! He sighed. Not being able to copy the gesture of that man who was really good at handling guns, he stared at the gun in his hand and sat down.

One year. One damn year. And he still wasn't able to handle a simple gun. It really pissed him off, but he knew, it wouldn't change to the better if he continues to swear like that. Still, although he was easy to be angry, he knew it wasn't right. But couldn't stop it anyway.

He stood up again. Placed his point finger on the trigger and concentrated on the target.

Eyes open. Set your target. Calm your whole body. Concentrate, and shoot.

He went through all the points he had to do once again and took a deep breath. "You'll get this one.", he mumbled encouraging himself and set the target. Relaxed his body, glanced with a tense look on his face to the red small spot on the center of the target.

"Now please, let your eyes open. Don't get scared of the sound. Relax.", he said to himself, closed his eyes for awhile, then with a determined face, get back to the stance, relaxed his body, concentrating... and pulled the trigger.

A shoot sound was going through the air, a small explosion. The birds were flying away scared. Then a deep silence...

Eko just stood there, had his eyes finally still open and had his glance set on one little hole on the very edge of the target. For some time, he was speechless, until then he smirked, very statisfied with him. Finally he could hit the target, although not in the middle.

It was a step forward.

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His grip tightened around the handle of his bow. 'What the hell Katherine.' Was all he could think of as his teammate went out of his sight from the rooftop he was standing on. 'We've been through this so many times, when do you learn to count on others?' As always Hagen was in a really bad position to follow her. With a quick decision Hagen went into a full run, he knew that she was able to handle a criminal like the one they were after, but still, he wouldn't risk anything when she was a part of it. Why? He didn't even know himself.

Running down the stairs of the building, while throwing his bow back around him, Hagen ran through possible ways to catch up to his teammate and their target. Fiddling with his phone while running he tried to call Katherine 'Come on... Come on!' He knew the chances of her answering it was near zero, she was smart enough to mute her phone while on a mission. After ten seconds without a answer, Hagen put the phone back in one of his pockets. 'We'll do it your way then.' He knew that it would be pure luck if he caught up to her, but at least he knew where she was going. 'I'll put a wireless taser-unit on her before next mission for sure.'

As Hagen got closer to the warehouse their target was spotted at he saw blue lights shine on the walls. The police had gotten there before him. Hagen found a spot he could observe from while well hidden. He pulled out a small pair of binoculars and started watching the police do their job. One of the men opened the door to the building and a shock went through Hagen at the sight of a bloody body lying inside. There wasn't enough light inside and Hagen was too far away to see what the body looked like but one thing was for sure, this was too brutal to be Katherine's work.

Finding his phone Hagen tried to call her one more time. He kept his eyes on the police hoping that none of them found a phone on the bloody body inside. Hagen calmed down the second the phone was picked and the breath of his teammate could be heard. He started walking away from the crime scene while calmly talking on the phone "Where are you? Did you get the target?" Questions started occurring in Hagen's mind as he spoke, such as 'What happened?' 'Are you okay?' 'Was it you?' But he didn't want her to know that he had seen the crime scene, at least not until he could ask her in person.

Katherine had sat down on the grass. She heard the faint noises of police cars and people's whispers as they walked from or to the crime scene. Katherine satred up at the sky, sighing. She could return to headquarters but she figured she could face the music later. 'I screwed up I doubt it'd be good to go back right now' she thought. With another sigh she stood. Katherine knew Hagen would be looking for her but and she knew she'd probably get scolded for it but the thought didn't bother her. She started walking towards headquarters and made it a few minutes until her phone rang. She didn't have to see the caller ID to know it was Hagen.

"No I didn't get him someone saved me the trouble." Katherine answered his question with obvious frustration about the memory. "Besides you would've known if it was me." Katherine added. When she killed a target it would usually be with her knife and the body would be found with a large 'X' shaped gash on the chest. "As for my location I'm on my way back to headquarters so don't worry about me and you should head back as well." Katherine awaited the reply of her teammate half-expecting for him to start his scolding rant now but she said nothing about it as she continued walkng.

In a dark room, a brightly lit was face was the only thing seen as a matching typing was heard as well.
Click. click.
A girl watched the screen intently, as she accessed all security cameras in a designated area and stopped every few seconds. Though she would replay this process over and over again until- She stopped. There. She leaned forward. 'Jin.' Yes it was him alright, along with some dead body. She grimaced slightly.
'The target I guess.' Zooming in, she examined the face and turned her head to a second screen and a third screen that showed a wanted list. It was the same person. Great.
"One mission down." She yawned, before deleting the women off the wanted list without a single thought. "More to go.." Scanning the long and never ending list, she stopped at one. It had been completed, but by who? Searching her resources, she stopped, blinking. This was team 3's mission..but they didnt get the target? 'Thats wierd' She blinks, loads of information and possibilities racing to her head. 'Maybe the target did a self suicide..thats pretty common, or maybe..' Kira slipped off the bed and began towards the door in thought. '-Someone else took the prey?' That was more likely..but it was surprising. She didn't think that the team would let that happen. It wasnt her buisness though.

'Oh well.' The criminal is gone and dead, and whether or not they did it, the fate remained the same.

'Ill do a back ground clean up later.. Ill have to handle the police too..' Kira thought calmly, yawning a few more time. 'Maybe a little investigating..'

Slowly, she turned the knob and left the room in nothing but a large shirt, shorts and sleepy eyes.
"Hello.. Yomi" She smiled softly at the female and turned to the male. "-Youji" She examined them, all well, then walked towards the mini refrigerator bringing out her "food". Cake. Cutting a slice and taking a glass of milk, she took it to a table and began to eat her delictable treat.

Moments later however, she informed them of new events [that they probably knew] In between bites. "Jin finished the mission.. and team three as well.. kinda"

[OOC: A little crappy >3> but i was in a hurry ><]

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Yomi nodded in thanks to Youji as she took the can from the small drone and opened it up, she took a long drink of the cold bitter fluid before setting the can down on her desk and inputting a few commands into the device in her hands. A door nearby opened up, Yomi knew who it was before even looking. She quickly put the game away and turned towards Kira with a smile. Her smile faded a bit as Kira began to dig into a cake.

With a sigh she rose from her seat, grabbed her coffee, and walked over to her. "You really should try not to eat so many sweets, you're still growing, so you need to eat more nutritious stuff." She crossed her arms and tried to sound stern, but she really had no intention of stopping her from eating the sugary treat. She decided to take a seat at the table as well, taking a drink from her can and retrieving the gaming device from her pocket. She gave a smirk as she began to play her game, "And you know... All that sugar and all that laying around you do, you wouldn't want to get fat right?" At this point Yomi was mostly teasing her, but she really was concerned with the girls health. She was concerned with just about everything regarding Kira. The girl had cemented her place in Yomi's mind, it was something new for Yomi, in the past she had only been concerned with work but she didn't really mind the change.

Seeing that nobody was paying attention to him, Kotaro decided to get some food. On the way, he saw Kira enter the room.

"Great," he thought, "another person who'll ignore me. Not that it matters..."

When she finished what she was saying, Kotaro grunted. "At least they get some action." he told no one in particular. He grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with water from the dispenser.

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Well at least she spoke true of what he had observed, but it was still a shitty situation they were in. "Okay, we have to talk. Let's just hope that the overheads don't have any problem with it. If they do I assure you that you would wish it was my scolding words and not theirs." When no answer occurred Hagen continued "And for next time Kat, you better wait for your team. See you at the headquarter, I would like to hear what you saw in detail when we get back."

This wasn't the first time a thing like this had happened. Though it had been minor problems, not like the one today and because of that the overheads didn't take action. But this was very different, it seemed like someone from the outside had gotten some information about the Secret Police. This didn't exactly mean that Katherine was in any sort of problems, but she would be the first suspected because she ran away from the team just after they've gotten the information of their target's location and suddenly a mysterious person takes out their target. It didn't look good, but at least Hagen might be able to manipulate the story a little if Katherine didn't say too much before they had had a talk.

"Don't talk to anyone else before we've talked okay?" Hagen felt a sudden vibration on his chin. It was the phone he felt but it wasn't the phone that made the vibration, it was his own hand. It had been around ten hours since his last drink and it had started taking its effect. He wasn't happy about his addiction, but it was the only way he could keep up with his own mind when not working. He started walking towards the headquarter waiting for a response even if it was just the sound of an ended call.

Katherine heard him speaking androlled her eyes at his last comment. "No promises Hagen. I know what I'm doing and if this happens again I know what I have to do." Katherine had suspicions the last time an incident like this happened but twice? She thought it was more of an incident and its something she'd have to speak to her 'informant' about when she saw him later on. Katherine knew to others it may not look good but she couldn't possibly tell the others about her suspicions and who she suspected as the culprit. Not even Hagen knew the truth and Katherine wanted to try everything in her power to keep it that way. "Trust me Hagen I don't like it either but I'm pretty sure Kira and/or Yomi already know."

In truth Katherine was a bit nervous because the last time this had happened she ran off and hear the mystery person speak to her. In the back of her mind she slightly thought of such the slim odds that it could possibly be a coincidence but she also thought of the chances that this mystery person was doing something personal. She shook her head at thought not wanting to dwell on it any longer. "Like I said Hagen don't worry about me. You should head back. I'll be there soon." Katherine knew she had to see her 'informant' now and figure out if it could be who she suspected. The person whom is her informant is an older member of the secret police a little while away from retiring. Katherine woldn't tell him everything but she had a few questions not concerning the Secret Police.

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"Don't do anything stupid. Remember if you have any problems don't hesitate to contact me as the first Kat." With those words he ended the call. He knew he couldn't help her if she didn't want any help. He hated not being able to control the situation, but what could he possibly do? In any case the headquarter sounded like a really good idea for now, especially because he knew a six-pack was waiting for him in the fridge. He wanted to keep his head clear for Katherine if it was needed, but it was easier said than done. If he kept his head clear he knew that he would be pretty hard to be in the same room with because he couldn't keep his mind calm, and without alcohol his body would start fucking it all up.

Finally getting to the headquarter he went directly for the fridge, taking one of the beer and drank it in one go. He didn't greet the others not even a look showing that he acknowledged their presence. He just picked up the rest of the six-pack and went into his own office. It was easy to see that he was frustrated. He slammed the door behind him, threw his bow on the modding table, sat down in his office chair and opened the next beer, though only taking a sip regularly.

Trying to find his mp3-player in the mess of wire, chemical powders and blueprints, he stumbled upon the picture of his mother. 'What would you have done?' He began relaxing a bit, the alcohol starting to take its effect. He put the picture down and found his mp3-player, put the earplugs in his ears and turning the volume up. He needed a moment for himself just to calm his mind and nerves.

Katherine didn't reply and hung up a few seconds after he did. She had many different emotions running through her head. It distracted her so much it almost made her miss her location. She walked into the small diner. It wasn't packed and was quiet like usual. She went to the back where a man sat wearing dark clothing and a hat to cover his face. As soon as Katherine sat down he slid a file across the table and over to her. Katherine didn't open it and looked at him , deadly serious. "Is he back in town?" She asked him lowly. The man did the least expected of him and shrugged. "Not sure. It's too soon to tell. Sorry Katherine but you'll have to wait until I get more information on his moves and whereabouts." the man spoke lowly as well. Katherine clenched her fists and grabbed the file before shooting him a glare. "That doesn't help me. I need to know and if he is he better pray someone else finds him instead of me." Katherine said before standing up and quickly exiting the diner. She made her way back to headquarters and simply waked through the door too frustrated and angered to greet anyone.

Crash!

Eko's shot seem to miss again. He managed to shot through a small hole and make it bent... and finally it crashed down. He flinched and missed another shot, was terribly angry at himself and looked around, hoped that no one saw it that he missed about 4 meters away from where it suppose to be shot into.

He sighed as he finally finished his training. That shot that he suceeded to make seem to be his only suceeded shot.. for today. He won't give up just like that. But it's quite getting dark. He looked up to the sky and watched the sky loosing his light blue colour. Darkness relaxed him. He smiled slightly, then it was gone. It just lasted for some seconds only. Then he seriously looked at the target. Let's give it our last shot, and a shot went through the air and hit the target ... a bit more to the middle then before. Eko laughed, very delighted, the coughed. He should stay politly, he thought.

Then he went to the target, wanting to put it off. It was already late and he somehow wanted to go to sleep. He was a bit annoyed as he remembered how messy his room is, but he didn't care. He wanted to sleep. As he put off the target and hide it near that place and wanting to go back to the base, he heard a scream.

He whirled around and saw a group of people with guns cornering a frightened woman... far away. It was a dangerous situation, and Eko knows, if he were to run there, he wouldn't be able to make it on time. Then he saw the group of people in front of him... and remembered his training with the target. They were just as much, so he could dare to shot, and he would hit someone. It would be a good move to make their attention to that hurting man, and he had time to run there.

... And he ran. He ran to that place, filling his small gun and shot... it hit one of the man, on the edge very left from where Eko was orginally aiming. But he had no time to regret, all of the mans attention turned to the guy who fall, surprised and angry, looking around as someone finally spotted Eko... but it was too late.



He came back to the base, seeing no one but Kotaro. Kotaro Daiki, his 'team mate'. He actually didn't like to fight in teams, but he had the abillity that Eko didn't had: An ability to shoot with a very good accurency. Secretly, he was a bit jealous of him, but he didn't show it. Like hell he would show it, that would hurt his pride. "Good afternoon, Kotaro." He said then passing and grabbing a drink, quickly drank it up and slightly gave him an interrogating glance. What does he do that made him so good at shooting? He would never know the answer, because he is too proud to ask it on the first place. He had to examine him everytime they were on the mission, so he knows the secret of having a good accurency at shooting..., he hoped.

"Good Morning." Kotaro replied. He only noticed that Kurosaki was the one who called him after a second. He wasn't surprised another one of his teammates talked to him. The thing that will surprise him is when someone has a full conversation with him. But his mind wasn't on that. Instead, he was busy evaluating his drawing of the city.

After some time, he looked up, only to see Kurosaki staring at him. Very odd. "What's the matter with this guy?" Kotaro thought.

"Hey.." he told Kurosaki, "is there something you want to tell me?"

"Good Morning."

Well, he answered him. It wasn't a surprise he answered him though, it was just to be polite. Not a deeper meaning behind it. Eko watched him evaluating his drawing of the city and wondered if he had drawn it by himself. But how could he not be the one drawing it? There was no way in a shop nearby something like that was being sold. He still stared at him, looking at his fingers and hands, wondering, would that be the reason he was better at shooting? Because he, Eko, just had too small hands? He looked at his hands for a second and didn't thought it was the case. His hands wasn't too small and he managed to get on the trigger just fine without any second hand. It was because something else. He stared at Kotaro again, now interrogating his body. He sure was bigger then him, what isn't a wonder because of the age difference, but could that be the reason? No way. Or? He was confused what to think as then Kotaru looked up and noticed him staring, but it was too late to avoid his eyes.

"Hey.."

Eko looked at him with an expressionless face. He can't ever say what he was doing just now. "What is it? I am busy." He said quickly, pretending to make a tea for himself.

"is there something you want to tell me?"

He (Eko) flinched for a second. He didn't thought he would be so clever to ask him that question. But he stayed calm in the outside and looked up from his tea cup and said with a strong voice: "What should I want to tell you? I don't think I have business with you outside a mission." With a high and mighty attitude, he sat down and drank his tea.

Damn. Now wasn't the good time to ask about his shooting technic. But he didn't really care, it was for protecting his pride. "By the way, any new mission?" He then asked, hoping that there he could copy and learn some technics from him without being noticed. And his pride still standing.

"Hmph, proud guy, this Kurosaki." Kotaro thought, mentally rolling his eyes.

"By the way, any new mission?"

"None." Kotaro replied with a cold tone, "You're lucky you get some action, Mister Tough Guy..."

Kotaro stood up and stopped at the door frame, "If you need me, I'll be at the training room shooting down drones in 'Disco Mode'...."

With that being said, he went to do just that.

"None." Kotaro replied with a cold tone, "You're lucky you get some action, Mister Tough Guy..."

"Shut up." Barshly, Eko replied hearing his cold tone in his voice. As he knew, he didn't liked him. He would never ever ever ever ever ever eveeeeer, ask him to show his shooting skills. Not until he dies.

"If you need me, I'll be at the training room shooting down drones in 'Disco Mode'...."

What. He wanted to train shooting? "I'll go with you. I am not doing anything useful right now, so I just might looking at your training." He said and followed him to the training room. It was a huge training room, where he would never even think of practicing inside. He would never do that, not wanting to let everybody know how bad his shooting skills actually was. He sighed as he took a seat not far away from the shooting place. It was a good place to observe.

He concentrated himself and watched Kotaru from behind, looking at every of his movement closely, not wanting to miss anything that might be useful in the future.

Kotaro didn't mind Kurosaki watching him train. Besides, it's not like Kurosaki will kill him, right? No matter. Kotaro just needed to "loosen up" a little.

"Alright...now..." Kotaro thought after he inputted his training settings into a computer. He then went to the center of the room where a panel surrounded him. The panel had at least a dozen magazines and two pistols. Kotaro grabbed the pistols and loaded them.

"I'm ready!" Kotaro shouted. As soon as he was done saying this, a disco ball emerged from the ceiling and lit up. Loud music roared from the walls, almost making Kotaro fall down in pain. He managed to find his balance, just in time to shoot the targets that appear. They show up at random areas with no time pattern, and Kotaro had to hit then at the heart area when a red circle was at that point. This went on for sometime, and Kotaro kept going on...

Kurosaki Eko "Neko"

"Alright...now..."

Nothing. Eko didn't suspected nothing. He slightly thought he was just finished with the usual training settings, but he didn't thought he meant with 'Disco Mode'...

"I'm ready!"

The sound! The damn sound! LOUD! "SHUT THE DAMN MUSIC OFF!" Eko shouted very annoyed by it, seeing that Kotaru almost fall down himself because of it. "DON'T YOU THIN IT'S BETTER TO TURN IT OFF?" He asked, yelling, his voice was fighting against the music.

But as he started to practice, Eko concentrated himself at his shooting technic. And he was definitly better then him, he must admit..., inside his thoughts that is. Outside? No way. Nonetheless, he couldn't see everything from his spot, so he went near to Kotaru, interrogating him. It was quite a difficult training setting he had picked. Eko knows that, but that setting was definilty near the reality, where the 'targets' moved, not stayed on a specific spot all the time. But he really wondered how he could hit them although it moved. Did he went through all the physical rules? Is he- is he for real- very good in math and mathematically knows how to figure it out? If that was the case, he was even better then Eko thought.

A question was on his tongue, as he finally get him to ask: "How do you do that?"