United States of Brainy wrote:Ubu surveyed all this. With narrowed eyes, he spoke one word. The word traveled through air, through comm channels, to every single shadow warrior and agent on the pier and on the ship.
“Go.”
Instantly, smoke grenades dropped everywhere. A thick, impenetrable fog shrouded the pier and the ship and the warehouses. The artificial cloud made visibility impossible, except for the warriors of the League who wore specially filtered goggles. Not that sight was absolutely essential. A shadow ninja had learned long ago how to see as well with his other senses as he could with his eyes.
They fanned out. All of them except for Ubu's personal detail and those guarding the hostages on ship and on shore. The vans were also guarded and overwatch still provided on the ship and the buildings. For the rest, they fanned out, throughout the pier, skipping across rooftops, running as if floating on the rotted boards of the pier. With one single mission- to hunt down and slaughter every single one of these men remaining that dared to raise their hand against the League of Shadows.
The Merrymaker
While doing a sweep of the upper cabins, there was a mysterious disappearance of the guards on the upper deck of the ship as well as the sudden appearance of smoke grenades that restricted his sight on the upper decks. Deciding to use this to move around more freely, Merrymaker decided to return back into the ship and head towards the pier after not seeing any sign that any of the cabins were used by the ninjas, which meant that one of the ones performing the transaction most likely kept it on them. Making the determination that it had to be on the apparent leader of the group, possibly hidden in his outfit, as he didn't appear to be holding a case when Merrymaker looked at him.
Quickly and more freely moving back out of the ship, Merrymaker was surprised to find the large smokescreen still surrounding the pier, believing that it would have dissipated by the time he was back out of the ship. However, while his sight was still restricted, the smoke had to already begun to dissipate, and Merrymaker remembered that the best smoke grenades in the world only last for at most 90 seconds. Waiting a little bit more, he caught sight of the bald leader, as well as a unmistakable box like bulge in the back of his grey shirt. Deciding that this could be a big opportunity, Merrymaker drew one of his knives, keeping it hidden and began to wait for a time to strike.