Like a Moth To a Flame

[balinesian]

This was how it always went.  A week of recon work and finally the big mission to bring everyone down.  Youji hardly cared about the specifics at this point.  They had their target.  The backstory did not matter to him.  Following Aya around back as Ken took point to draw fire, Omi's voice crackled in his ear.

"Youji-kun, remember it's right, then right again and left."

Omi never bothered with their codenames.  Youji liked them.  "Mm, I remember," he said, turning down the volume before it deafened him.

He glanced at Aya as they waited for their signal, having the audacity to pull out his smokes and light one up.

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[killerbalinese.livejournal.com]

Youji snorted and Ken hardly looked like the sort needed to be protected. Why the hell would he kill--

"FUCK!" That's what happened when he was a cock, arrogant bastard. He got himself shot at. The woman in question recocked the shotgun and the blond growled at Aya. "Right then. I've got this. Go take care of our mark."

[epitaphassassin.livejournal.com]

Aya nodded, and ducked around the women, a bullet sliding past his ear. At least with Youji and Ken distracting all the whores, he could get to the mark and take care of it.

He didn't really want to leave them, but once the mark was taken care of, he could assist.

He thought he heard a soft chuckle in his ear as a women ran at Youji, her butcher's knife aimed to stab him. He needed to focus, and not on his team.