OOC: intel

Ahhhh shit, things had just become incredibly complicated in the space of a couple of secounds. As the casual banter had continued a dark figure had made his appearance, speaking with what Himawari would later tell them was a Russian accent he demanded that they hand over an item he was looking for in return for him leaving them without conflict. From the moment his request was uttered Jin knew exactly what this guy was after, it had to be the tanned pouch that had fallen from his opponent in his earlier skirmish, the same pouch that felt like burning lead against his chest, the single item who’s acquirement had put Jin’s comrades in unfathomable amounts of danger.

It was unfortunate but his training as a Luitenant had forced him too analyse the data he’d managed to absorb about this mysterious stranger, the results of which were looking unquestionably pessimistic. The fact that whoever was in charge had sent this guy meant that he’d assumed his other envoy’s had failed in they’re task’s but from the time that Jin had confronted his opponent till now no more than 20 minute’s could have passed which meant that assuming that from the moment Jin had confronted his original opponent they’re employer had known, in 20 minutes this guy had been contacted, found a way into Seretei and traced they’re location all without being spotted by a single other shinigami. Also the fact he had referred to the item he wanted in the singular meant that it was probably only Jin that had recovered it meaning this guy had already checked the other corpses. Even when considering that many of these factors were probably predetermined such as his route into Seretei that still lead Jin too the conclusion that this guy was unbelievably fast and unscrupulously efficient, in other words………..A professional.

Then there was the problem of his strength in one punch this guy had been able too send Salem Norongachi a giant of a man flying through Seretei, and from the looks of him he hadn’t even broken a sweat and in the presence of 4 shinigami one of lieutenant level this guy wasn’t even the least bit phased he was completely confident in his combat abilities. He wore two bulky gauntlets which appeared too be his main weapons of choice and presumably the tool he’d used in his attack on Sal but he seem easily able too move fluidly with them, indicated further by the speed at which he’d reached the party he was clearly well versed in using those gloves.

The biggest dilemma for Jin now was how he should proceed, as a group they posed the biggest threat to this guy but his overwhelming confidence led Jin too believe a head on attack probably would leave them was reduced numbers or at best severely injured, plus just his voice had spread fear across Himawari’s feature a state that not be beneficial too her in combat, knowing that the reason this guy was here was because of the item Jin carried meant that it just felt wrong too put his comrades in danger over the protection of it, all the while as these thoughts rushed through his head in the flickering of seconds Jin kept his features as casual and nonchalant as if the man had never entered, as a Lieutenant he had too keep up the morale of the group it was unthinkable too let panic set in.

He decided too keep the man talking for a moment hoping Himawari would gain her composure it seemed inevitable at this point that a fight would ensue and he would need them all at they’re best a single mistake would get them killed, running was an unlikely solution with this guy’s speed it seemed likely he would catch up, they would have too fight and Jin would look for an opening too either finish him off or send one of the team to a captain with the object he’d recovered, failing that hopefully another shinigami would at least notice to battle and back-up would arrive. But nevertheless it seem pointless to lie to this guy if he had come all this way it was very likely he already knew that they had his possession.

“Is there any chance you would consider leaving without that little trinket I really am in no mood to fight, but my captain would only complain too me if I gave it up without taking it too him first. If you would like we could go too a sake house ill show my captain there and when he’s done I’m sure he’ll return it, could be a fun party” Jin spoke with unwavering confidence as he uttered the obviously futile request

Sal said nothing as the man approached. He only took a step forward that brought him shoulder to shoulder with Jin as he addressed the intruder, a subtle nod that if need be he would join the Vice Captain in the assault. He knew it would be futile and wasn't ashamed to admit that this being before him sparked more than an ounce of fear in his soul. He cast an eye to Himawari and then to Kajitora, four of them against one. The numbers where at least within their favour but numbers could do little against the skill and strength the man had displayed thus far.

His punch had hit him so precisely and with such power that Sal was more than confident the Russian before them was far superior in raw strength than himself. His speed as well was another frightening feature but most of all it was his composure. Needless violence was not on the agenda here, he had a singular purpose it seemed and to gain this item without complication seemed the desired result.


Nikolai nodded in understanding of the Vice Captains request but it wasn't a nod of acceptance, simply one that understood that violence was not on either of their plans for tonight...although as accommodating as Jin's offer was he was bound by the stipulations of his contract.

"Unfortunately i cannot coomply, i require zat item now Chinigami or i will be left no choice but to take it from you." His voice held no threat, just fact in the matter at hand.

((This is bad form but i don't know if Hima, Jin or Kaji still want in on this so....yeah I'm taking over and leading the story away from them.))

The Russian looked at the four of them and with a touch of a smile gave a gruff 'heh', a hear beat later a metallic serpent fired from his hand and with teeth of silver sunk them into Jin's uniform. If it weren't for the sharp reflexes of the Vice Captain the bite would have cut him in two but that did not seem to be the mans target as the metal reptile ripped open the front of Yagami's uniform and extracted the sack containing the item the Russian had come for. In no time at all the snake had swallowed the sack and its contents into its gaping maw and with a hiss of satisfaction recoiled, its form melding with that of the mans gauntlet.

"Now zat iz takun care ov i vish you a good night my vittle chinigami's" He smiled with a casual salute and turned to take off.

"Good night my arse Stalin, i haven't had anywhere near enough of a beating to just let you toodle off to the Motherland." Snarled Sal and charged the enemy, his massive sword held in both hands at his side, if any foe deserved his full unadulterated strength then it was the one before him.

Nikolai considered his foe carefully, like observing an ant on its travels, and with a sigh turned to face the approaching madman, after all wounded pride stung far more than any physical wound and besides it would be rude to leave without some kind of farewell gift, he mused.

Sal came in at his top speed, his feet a mass of motion and as he rose his blade to strike head on released all his Reiatsu through his legs and in the blink of an eye he was gone, appearing at the side of the Russian, Claidheamh Mor swinging in at his ribs but what his blade found was a sleek black metal glove.

Sparks flew as the Claymore connected time and again with this strange full armed gauntlet and the Russian took no steps to counter, he was simply content to block and deflect the powerful blows, that would have felled even the mightiest of trees, with relative ease.

Norongachi was using every trick he knew, every move Rab had taught him, but no matter how fast he struck or how hard his blow that bloody gauntlet was there, materializing from thin air to deflect his attacks. He could feel his frustration beginning to bubble over and with a roar of anger spun 360 degrees and using Claidheamh Mor more like a baseball bat than the sword it was slammed a thunderous strike against the ebony metal.

The Russian grunted as the attack struck and he skidded backwards, his feet never leaving the ground but instead gouging deep scars in the paving. Nikolai looked up at the Scotsman, at the desperation and pure rage in his eyes and thought "Enough...". In one incredibly fast motion his arm rose and fell, hitting the ground with a shock wave as powerful as any nuclear blast.

The released spirit pressure was more than enough to almost cripple Sal and if that didnt the ensuing rupture that tore through the ground underfoot sending towering monoliths of stone smashing into him surely did. He had no clue what happened next, only the pain, and the blood draining from his face as he saw the spear like piece of rock impaling him through the shoulder holding him some Ten feet off the ground.

He tried to speak but all that came from his mouth was a geyser of blood and slowly his body began to go numb...for the first time since he had found his Zanpakuto, since they had joined together in battle after battle, it slipped from his grasp..fell to the destroyed earth.

Nikolai looked up at the Shinigami, skewered as he was, and felt no glee from this but his work was done and with one final look at the destruction vanished into the air with as much speed as his skills could muster.

Washington DC, United States of America

The rush, that thrill of excitement. The type that only came with the kill, with a job well done and an enemy slain. Nathan Bennett ran a hand through his slicked back brown hair and inhaled the atmosphere, it was electric, the excitement was not only his but it was the American peoples. Today marked the inauguration of a President they would never forget for as long as they lived.

He looked to his stocky, almost bull like, Secret Service body guards. They whispered into their hidden microphones and then with a nod he had the all clear. He took a moment to adjust his tie and then he stepped from behind the curtain.

The spot lights hit him like he had just stared out a sun and if it weren't for his guards he would have surely taken a stage dive right into the screaming crowd. He was steered however to the podium, to a rock stars welcome, girls as far as the eyes could see chanting his name. He was the young president, barely 27, liberal in his ideas with the youth of today at the heart of his plans for the country.

"Ladies and Gentleman the 119th President of the United States, Nathan Bennett!" Said the announcer and if the voices were at fever pitch before then everyone in the room must have orgasmed as the very floorboards of the stage seemed to vibrate his name, the walls rebounding and rebounding it back and fourth until he could not hear his own breathing.

"Its been a long time coming my friends, but the day is finally here!" He called into the microphone, cameras flashing at him like tiny stars going super nova one after the other.
"Change is coming, I will make it happen, it WILL happen! This I swear on my very soul.."

Moscow, Russia.

President Yuri Dolgoruki was a patient man, he'd been waiting Sixty Five years for this moment. Sixty Five years till he stood in the heart of The Kremlin, with the Moskav River to the South and Red Square to the East. Sixty Five years so he could reign over the people of the Mother land. It had been a long wait but as i said, he was a patient man.

His hair had thinned over the years and then it had begun to fall out strand by strand until nothing but a bald scalp remained, he had no facial hair and among friends he was often referred to as 'Kojack' the famous detective played by Telly Savalas in the mid 70's. He didn't like the nickname, he didn't like his so called friends, he didn't really like anything.

Things in this world were fragile and destined to end. Sixty Five years he'd waited to rule the mother land, Sixty Five years to set about its destruction.

"Prime Minister, they are ready." Said his Minister of Defence.

"By their will, let it be done.." Was all Yuri responded, as he gazed out at the river washing by in the darkness.

Their will, was absolute...