-Day 1-
Katsumi woke up with a slight headache from the night before, which he had grown used to in the lack of action. Nothing had been happening, and he had found some of the night life that Konoha was known for. He pushed the young woman to the side, and let her hang from the edge of the bed as he rose up and rubbed his head. He would regret last night decisions, but that was the least of his problems. There was a scroll hanging from the window-seal marked with a red tag. Priority Alpha, something marked by the ANBU only for the higher skilled ninja. He didn't want to deal with it, but he knew that if something needed to be done he was the first to be told. He shook his head several times, feeling his mind slapping the inner walls of his skull. The true definition of a hangover: pain.

He took his time getting dressed, arming himself with his assortment of weapons and tools. He looked at the young woman laying his bed, smiling.

'She won't be able to walk today, best if she just stays here...", he whispered to himself.

He took the scroll from the window seal and walked out in the hallway. No one was arround in the enclosed space, and he knew that besides a handful of women, no one knew where he lived outside of the ANBU. He opened the scroll, and started to read:

Mission Rank: A
Duration and E.T.A to Mission: 2 days
Priorities:
[Alpha-level]: Arrive on location with the intent to kill. Label and kill targets according to threat level.
[Beta-level]: Return listed items: Cart w/ assume goods of a high priority.
Information: [confirmed] Kumo-Jounin have been assigned to a high priority package, which they have failed to protect. The package is now is in the hands of bandits, and an A-rank Missing-Nin (assumed to be adept in fuuinjutsu).
[not confirmed] Location and time of capture. Assumed location: Lower regions of the Fire Country.

Katsumi sighed, and knew that today he would get rid of the alcohol left in his system with the hours spent traveling to find the morons that took the cart. It wasn't annouced, but it was likely they wanted a randsom for the stolen goods they obtained. He didn't want this job, but he knew it would be something that could get him up and moving again.

He took to the gates, his hair pushed down and his eyes wearing rings of purple. The guards started to laugh at his appearence, to which he looked at both of them with the same look he had when he first entered the village. They stopped and slowly walked back to their post. He took to the opening of the village, and looked to his left. He would have to travel on the smaller pathes until he reached the trading routes that lead to the docking system used for transport. He took his time, pushing back the brush and tree limbs that were in his way; it wasn't helping him that these routes weren't used anymore. He took to the paths with enough haste that he brought his breathing to a nature breathing sqeunce. He noticed that his body began to sweat even with this light jog being the only activity that he had to worry about. He knew that he would soon have to worry about the alcohol in his system. He sighed, and took to the tree line when it grew heavy enough to use.

He would have another day of travel to worry about it, and this damn hangover to get rid of.

-Day 2-
With the left over money from the other missions that he had accomplished he bedded down in a small Inn that was located in a small port village. He woke up around 10 am, which was far too late for him, but the urgency that he normally had was far gone. He still had a small headache, and he knew that he would have to confront it when the time came. His eyes still wore the purple rings that every victim of a hangover had. He looked at the clerk who was a young woman, the Inn-keeper's daughter, and asked, "I need a drink. Do you know how to make a drink?"

"Um, I guess?", her reply wasn't confident, but it was enough.

"An egg, some hot sauce, pepper, and a handle of Vodka. If not Vodka, something clear."

She nodded her head, and took to the back of the Inn. She came back with a cheap bottle of vodka, an egg, and the rest of what he asked for.

Katsumi quickly put together the drink, and started to sniff the contents of the glass. She looked at him with disgust as he swallowed everything in the glass. He shook the contents in his mouth, and gulped them down. He looked at her and smiled, the drink now hitting his stomach.

He turned and walked outside, letting the sun bathe over him for a brief moment. He looked at the port locations and knew exactly where he needed to go. If these people were holding the cart with all its contents they would be near an escape route. Somewhere large where they could get lost in a crowd. Katsumi would search the southern docks, and then take to the surrounding area if he couldn't find them.

He took to the larger and much wider path before taking to the paralelle tree-line. He waited until the trees grew thick enough for him to balance properly on. He knew it would be within the next 24 hours before he found any real action.

-Day 3-
Katsumi arrived at the northern end of the docks with little than 4 hours of sleep, and he still hadn't gotten rid of the headache from the previous two nights. He had asked around if anyone had seen a large cart with several men and women accompaning it and he had found several leads. He only needed to take another 2 hours to find where the cart was. It was in the open, no doubt an attempt to draw anyone who knew what it was, but Katsumi wouldn't just take the bait he would take it off the hook and use it against them.

He walked directly at it, noticing the several guards around the corners of the building. They'd maintained a moderate line of sight, but it wasn't enough to see what he was doing next. They quickly rushed him, and because of his laziness he had formed several tiger hand seals, and only planned on embarassing one of the guards himself. The guards took directly behind him, which was an obvious attempt to gain ground. Katsumi wouldn't allow it. He allowed the two clones he had prepared to develope right away, kicking the two guards brazen enough to try and take him from behind. The other guards tried to reach him from the front, which was stopped by the other two clones he had formed. Both clones short armed them in the face, bringing them to the ground.

Katsumi knew that was the easy part, and the real challenge would begin soon. A woman walked around the cart, and showed her hand trying to draw his attention in. He gave it a quick glance, and waited for the guard to cotinue to come in. Katsumi quickly side stepped him, and tripped him to the ground. He turned, and let his back face the cart. He dropped his foot into the lower back of the guard. He looked over his shoulder, and looked at the woman's arm that grew into a full bodied woman. She had an assortment of colored hair, and wore a calm expression. Katsumi sighed, and lifted his foot.

He turned around, and asked loud enough over the screams, "Do we have to do this?"

She laughed, and raised her hand to her mouth. She smiled, and nodded at Katsumi. He sighed, and yelled out loud. He looked back at her with a stressed look, letting his frustration seep through to her.

She laughed again, and took out a kunai from her jacket with alarming speed. Katsumi didn't move. He knew that she would try to draw a reaction from him, placing himself into a difficult position. He watched as she threw the kunai directly at him. The accuracy of her throw was something to consider. He brought his hands up in a handseal, Ram, and let his chakra form into a small ball, letting it release in a vortex of wind. The kunai shuttered, stopped, and was thrown into the distance. His opponent frowned, and he smiled.

She let her hands open up her robe, revealing an assortment of kunai, each labeled with a seal on the end of it. The rumors were right. She had a good grasp on fuuinjutsu. He would have to close the distance and fast. If she grouped together the right combination he would be in trouble. He quickly established the right ports of chakra on himself, and let himself fall into his taijutsu stance.

She turned her head, and laughed a bit. She finally said something, which even when Katsumu had to admit was very attractive, "So you want to get close and play patty-cake with me?"

Katsumi smirked, and laughed. He wouldn't let his words talk anymore, he didn't have the time for this. A flow of wind suddenly arrose from Katsumi's body, snapping a level of dirt from around him. He clinched his fist and rushed directly at her. He was lucky. She used thrown weaponary as her main form of combat to establish her seals, and the only issue Katsumi would have to face is anything Katon based which he prayed didn't happen.

His prayers weren't answered. She grabbed one of her kunai, and with the very little time she had left threw a kunai with a red seal located on the stub of the weaponary. Katsumi knew that because he'd close the distance she would have mere moments to throw the weapon at the right angle. He wouldn't leave it to chance; he planted his foot into the ground, and spun, letting the kunai pass him. She had her hands brought up in a seal, but it wasn't enough time to activate the seal. The fire errupted as Katsumi passed by. He continued to spin until he faced her once again. He stared her down, and poured another small pool of chakra into the jutsu, letting it drive him forward with even more momentum. He planted his foot into the ground, and almost reached a gliding step. He knew that this short burst could end it. The woman had failed on planning for an opponent with the use of nin-taijutsu.

He reared his right hand back, and brought it to bear as he closed the distance from 1 meter to mere cm's. He planted his fist directly into the neck of the woman, making her cough up a large spew of blood and spit. Katsumi stopped, and let his jutsu fade away. He kept his fist where it made contact. He looked back at the cart, and looked at the woman. She coughed another small pool of blood, and passed out.

He didn't think he would need to kill her, but he knew what needed to be done. If he didn't do this, someone else would suffer. He quickly drew out a katana, and placed the tip of his blade on the woman's wrists. The concussion that she had recieved from the punch had caused her to pass out, but the cold press of the blade on her vital point woke her up. She looked at him, and shook her head in fear. Her coordination was so thrown off she didn't even attempt to make a move.

Katsumi closed his eyes as he did it. He took his blade, and took the woman's right and left hands. She was bleeding, and screaming in the streets; Katsumi started to feel a moderate amount of emotion start to creep in on his choice to cripple the woman. He regretted it, but it had to be done. He picked her up, and looked around. The woman looked at him, her eyes screaming for the pain to stop, for mercy to be given.

Katsumi looked into the distance, and saw a small clinic. Her hands could be reattached, and she would be able to reuse them, just not with the same deadly effect as she did before.

He left her in the clinic, all the of the nurses looked at him with disgust, which he couldn't blame them. He knew that he needed to check the package; making sure that nothing was set to go off, just in case the plan feel through.

He didn't see anything interesting at first, but as he continued to rub along the trim of the cart, he found something. A smaller scroll with an Uchiha seal on it. It didn't concern him, but it did peak his interest. He took the scroll, and stuffed it into his pocket. He looked around once again, making sure that no one saw what he just did. The Kumo-Jounin was no where to be found, he probally escaped.

Katsumi thought to himself, 'The coward didn't even attempt to regain control of the cart. All those secrets, including this little present that I found...'

He had to admit, he felt that something strange was about to take place, but he couldn't place it. He shook off the feeling, and brought the reigns of the two oxen at the head of the cart in his hands. He stepped into the driving seat, and whipped the oxen into moving.

He would soon bring this scrolls home to Konoha. He would have to talk to the Hokage, not only about the scroll, but about his goals.