All Ghillied Up [Mission]

✿ There was a sound among that of the constant tap of the rain over the rock, timber and leaf of the mangrove. The shifting splash of water as someone emerged from the clear sheet that slowly wavered in the cave, casting it's reflection unto the clear ceiling. The huntress eyes were still locked into the pray that had befallen to her blade and intent, studying the shape and form of the decoy to mimic it in the single most perfect fashion. At the sudden entering of his partner her hand quickly moved to her pouch, ready to carve a bloody slash into anything within reach. But her hand stayed now having getting used to the boy's moves. The masked Hyosa moved to her with an old piece of leather in his hand. She took it in her hand as he nodded and slowly opening it. Her brow arched upon this discovery he had made. She turned to him and gave him a thumbs up for his finding. This would make things easier.

The map was indeed worn but it matched the size of the brigand compound almost as much she had calculated. Every entrance, crannies and nooks were here. Indeed the targets she had 'collected' had being found in what was assumed to be a backstage for traffic, rarely monitored at all and more so with the storm that now raged outside their lair. More interestingly the map showed more than just the barracks she would expect. An armory was in place. She recalled from the reports she had read that residues from tar and oil had being tossed into the unwary villages. If they stored barrels of said substances it would be a good way to stir thing up in case everything went south. It also showed a main 'road' that went through the compound only to stop at the docks that the brigands had constructed and where the exchange would be most likely to occur. It was all set.

She would now turn to her partner and via hand signs explain the plan. Having now disposed of the man that laid on the cave two bushins would infiltrate while under disguise and act as another back up in case the mission was compromised. While Kasumi and Hyosa infiltrated silently and placed their planning ready to be sprung. Having gone over the details several times now she would gave a series of handsigns. A slow creaking and cracking sound echoed softly as dark brown tendrils emerged from her skin and body colliding into a solid forming mass that sound started to shape like her. A second golden haired huntress stood facing her. She handed a explosive tag unto the clone which promptly applied it unto itself before one of the two started to wave her own handsings and transforming into the fat man with dense black ringlets as hair. She waited for Hyosa to repeat the same process, before they left she pushed them into the a slope inside the cave that descended into darkness making sure they would now not be found.

The two pairs departed one which now sailed on the stolen canoe with the story that it's rider had rescued the drunken man whilst the other swam towards the entrance. The 'main' walkway was, like the rest of the walkways of the compound, comprised of long road of paired logs stuck deep into the relatively shallow water and thick wooden planks nailed to the logs. Salt crystals and green algae. Both huntress and hunter made their way in splitting at an intersection going for their other targets. She skidded slowly water reading unto half of her nose. The stamping of boots from drunken men and women the distant shouting from the cantina mingled with sound of the rain. She now reached her destination, her hand dived soundlessly to her pouch, extracting another explosive tag. She folded it and slid it the space between two planks of wood. Doing that she returned to her original mission, making sure to hear the whispers of the exchange. They confirmed what she suspected it would be on the docks and waited for Hyosa to return as a boat halted and it's occupants started to disembark using a jargon that had to be of sailors. Hyosa would arrive seconds later plating his own explosive under the barracks. She nodded and prepared for their next move.

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The canoe of the other two men slowly moved making no apparent haste to reach to dock. They did while the man at a smaller dock used for canoes and other small craft used by the pillagers and brigands. The man on the dock hollered at the disguised huntress. She replied into a deep and booming voice.

"Oi, Jochiro! Thought you had slept the fishes hahaha." The man said with a strident laughter directed at the huntress.

"Aye I did! But the merman didn't took fond of me to take their wives!" The huntress replied slapping the prominent belly keeping the act of brigand, mixing the deep voice with a slurring of some letter indicating a still inebriated stupor.

Soon would the two let go their way without any problem at all. And proceeded to the exchange point with care soon they were in the central dock with a ship docking and themselves behind the crowd of spectating rogue men and women.