Aoi Don Maquia
Strolling through the pictures of each files, like a child reading through a book but disregarding all the written information on the adjacent page, the clown made various onomatopoeia to express disgust when she saw all the bodies and broken goods. She didn't make much sense of them, other than the obvious bad things she could deduce from a first glance like there was a struggle or the deed was done rather quickly. It was quite obvious by now that thinking and associating ideas wasn't her thing, even if her creativity knew no bounds. Eventually, she'd create turmoil in the organization of files in one of the boxes, leaving her colleagues the task of cleaning up behind her for the sake of work cohesion and general work ethics.
Then came Rin's rambling about rag-heads? That term some how caught Aoi's attention more than anything else in her rather bigoted and hostile discourse. All that ran in Aoi's mind would be heads made of rags, or even people with rags covering their whole faces! Such absurd images popped into her head, ideas a lot more innocent than what the perverse chuunin was suggesting and would of course be refuted by the only male of the group. Even Akio couldn't really bear with it too well, leaving the harlequin the odd one out who had no idea how to feel about this whole predicament.
"If rag-heads exist then ... How about towel hands?"
She mumbled to herself, placing her priorities where they should obviously be at this point in time. But she'd be brought back to earth when she'd notice her lover severely distressed by something. Quickly walking up to her, Aoi placed her hand on the taller girl's shoulder to manifest her support before looking over the few files the Tendou had looked up previously. Before she'd dive into the files in question, she'd escort her significant other toward a nearby couch and sat her down so she could rest, giving her a kiss on the cheek before checking out what Rin was commenting on.
Aoi tried to make sense of it, the symbol that got everyone's attention. Though she had likely seen it by the time she stayed with Akio, the harlequin had a knack for misplacing relevant memories and appearing absolutely clueless. Though it really seemed like she was onto something at this point, and the increasing tension in her facial expression revealed that she was about to crack the code and expose the truths behind this emotional roller coaster of a case. Opening her mouth, she spewed the following, starting out with a very powerful and solemn voice to have everyone's attention.
"I ... Have no clue! Kiki~ Can you tell us what's wrong?!"
She ran back up at her girlfriend, holding the dreaded file and offering it to her. She of course set on her lap so she couldn't escape and isolate herself out of sorrow, though she concealed it behind an affectionate action. Unlike her lover, Aoi kept her upbeat and overly enthusiastic expression, a strong contrast with what her lover expressed at this point. If Akio's job was to think, then it would be the clown's job to be just that, a clown unbeaten by such events.
N.C.4
Once they had entered, N.C.4 was not fazed whatsoever by all the decorations in the room nor intimidating by the size of the residence. It had no notion of such emotional attachment to things, to it all it needed was some environment studying to calculate the various small hazards possible during the execution of their plan. Luckily, the massiveness playing in their favor as it gave the robot more space to maneuver its dreaded ability. As they wee introduced, Jun could only focus on what was surrounding them, including Cho's own guards. Then Fi came in, the second target of the mission. Most human beings would have their hearts twisted by the cheer innocence emanating from that child's being, but N.C.4 remained unsympathetic as ever, considering her only as a target that needs to be silenced.
However, one word coming from that young girl's mouth did stir some unrelated thoughts into the bot's mind. 'Hiro', the nickname it was trusted to give to her instead of her usual name. At first, N.C.4 could see this as a rather disconcerting externality considering Chihiro appeared to have a much large attachment to these people than anticipated, but then it realized something else. Why would the Hyuuga heir bother to even attribute such a familiar way of addressing them to people obviously below them? Was it perhaps because they had gained some form of subjective value to her eyes? Was Junshiro of value to her eyes? It didn't make sense to it. It is only a weapon to exact the will of Konoha, to defend it and nothing more, not to create friendships with its citizens. Puzzled, it let the moment go by until Chihiro told the two bodyguards to scram and handle themselves. The robot nodded, knowing fully well what it had to do.
They were in a large room again, but it looked more like a living room with a big TV and various old ornaments to display the riches of the family. N.C.4 counted seven guards simply chilling in the area: three playing cards, two watching some movie on the TV, one moving to use the restroom in the corner and one stood silent leaning against the wall. The silent once seemed more observant, and he could of course notice N.C.4's cold stare studying him. It also recognized the placement of two cameras hidden behind various furniture. It had to calculate how it would execute this all in one sweep and not attract any attention. Considering Chihiro's importance to this family, they wouldn't have their guard up as much as they would normally, at least that's what N.C.4 deduced, most of the armed forces being likely placed outside for security. The silent bodyguard was likely the leader, probably nearing Chuunin level considering the type of protective force they were. He had to go first, otherwise he'd make the quick and painless approach impossible.
Nodding at Gin to start moving toward the stairs, N.C.4 walked up to the overwatching guard with a relaxed composure before asking him something.
"Excuse me. May I have a cup of coffee served, please?"
"Coffee? From the machine? Yeah, sure."
As the man responded, he turned around to walk up to the coffee machine set next to various goods placed for the well being f the employees while waiting. But the instant he turned his back on N.C.4, he felt a very cold and queasy sensation on his abdomen and back. All N.C.4 had one was whip its arm from left to right, swinging a strand of wire in a crescent formation right behind the man at point blank range, essentially cutting him as if he got slashed by a sword. His body fell over in half as he couldn't formulate a single sound through the sheer shock and pain. No blood was formed as the cut was perfectly clean and precise, making it unnoticeable until the two pieces would fall on the ground.
"Thank you, sir."
However the robot would have, just as the pieces fell, pointed its free hand to one direction without making it a brutal and conspicuous movement. It released basic wires which were fired to latch themselves on a wall and be as stressed as possible. When the body would finally make a thud and the bodyguards would turn their attention to see just what these strange movements were, N.C.4 simply waved its fully wired hand from one direction to another with a very brutal and swift move. The wires were enhanced and turned bright blue as the movement commenced. The result would be all furniture and people in the way were sliced in multiple levels and fell into 4 or 5 pieces depending on their position. Because N.C.4 was doing this from the distance of the room's edge, it easily got most of the people in the room.
It was soundless, except for of course the pieces falling over, which of course would capture the attention of Cho in the other room. This was intentional as it would justify N.C.4 entering the room without justification. After all, he'd expect something to have happened. But as the robot entered the room, the same kind of crescent shaped wire was hurled right toward Cho as he bothered to acknowledge the robot's presence. The slash would decapitate him the instant he understood what was going on, silencing him for good.
"There is a camera room, likely beneath us. I'll plant my bomb there. Now move, Hiro."
It ordered before manipulating its wires to make a form of spider web. They would, of course, turn blue to gain as much cutting power as possible before hurling the shape downward. The more it advanced, the more it expanded, destroying the floor beneath it. There was no guard, as expected, but an archive of video files. It made sense, after all this wasn't a casino and it was known via reports that the family wasn't one to keep permanent guards inside the home except for visits. Glory to privacy, right? It dropped the bomb in the room an now waited for the others to finish their job. Patiently expecting patrols to stumble upon this mess and be immediately butchered as they gasped in surprise.
