from " Lethal Love"
Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2017 10:08 am
Tenten threw an apologetic look over her shoulder, but followed her boss out the door.
Sakura sulked silently. Maybe she could hack into the security network. She was a bit rusty, but she could try it. She might as well take advantage of the situation. Sakura looked around cautiously and then sat down on Sasuke's comfy leather chair and began logging in. She took off her shoe and pulled out the heel which was a USB conveniently disguised into her footwear. She pulled the USB in to the computer and waited for it to hack in.
Her blood ran cold as she heard footsteps approaching, damn it. She should have locked the door! She got up calmly and stood up right as a red haired woman came walking in the door with her ID card hanging loosely around her neck.
"Oh!" the lady exclaimed in surprised. "I thought Uchiha-san would be here." She giggled nervously, glancing from side to side. She wore a fitted blue argyle sweater and a short pleated skirt, that made her look more of a schoolgirl than an office worker.
"Well he's not." She responded coolly. "He's in a very important meeting right now. He asked me to contact Kiba-san in security. Would you happen to know what floor that's located on?"
The red-haired woman snorted, "He works on Level 5, however, only executives can access that floor, like me." She held up her ID card smugly. Sakura could see the name on the ID card, Shiori Tsukami.
An idea burst into her head, how perfect. Sakura began structuring out her plan, calculating the amount of time and the things need, a skill she learned from Anko. She even had the right equipment necessary. Sakura stepped forward and connected her fist to the woman's stomach and punched hard.
The woman was pushed back, and she lay on the floor gasping for breath, the wind knocked out of her. Sakura could see that her eyes were already closing, she was going unconscious. Sakura stood over her body and took out on of the chopsticks in her hair and removed the protective covering to reveal a needle. She took it and stuck it into her leg, "Sorry." She muttered under her breath. "This is going to leave you a little disoriented, oh and, you won't have any memory of me." She snatched the ID card off her body and took a red strand of hair.
From her purse she withdrew a vial and she gingerly placed the strand of hair within the concoction and shook it up. It was a replicant poison that allowed her to take the appearance of somebody for 20 minutes at the cost of excruciating pain circling through the veins. Not only did it allow you to have the physical appearance, but the voice, the DNA, everything was replicated, so that you physically were that person, only you could control their mind. It had been tested multiple times by Kurokage and although it left the user weak, it wasn't a fatal drug.
She bit her lip and placed the vial down. "First, I'll take your clothes." She muttered to the red-haired woman. "That way I can maximize my 20 minutes." Cringing, she undressed the woman and slipped off her own clothes and put on the argyle sweater and black pleated skirt. "This better be worth it." She growled under her breath.
She held up the drug, looking at it for a few seconds and then she tipped it over, right into her mouth.
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Sakura sulked silently. Maybe she could hack into the security network. She was a bit rusty, but she could try it. She might as well take advantage of the situation. Sakura looked around cautiously and then sat down on Sasuke's comfy leather chair and began logging in. She took off her shoe and pulled out the heel which was a USB conveniently disguised into her footwear. She pulled the USB in to the computer and waited for it to hack in.
Her blood ran cold as she heard footsteps approaching, damn it. She should have locked the door! She got up calmly and stood up right as a red haired woman came walking in the door with her ID card hanging loosely around her neck.
"Oh!" the lady exclaimed in surprised. "I thought Uchiha-san would be here." She giggled nervously, glancing from side to side. She wore a fitted blue argyle sweater and a short pleated skirt, that made her look more of a schoolgirl than an office worker.
"Well he's not." She responded coolly. "He's in a very important meeting right now. He asked me to contact Kiba-san in security. Would you happen to know what floor that's located on?"
The red-haired woman snorted, "He works on Level 5, however, only executives can access that floor, like me." She held up her ID card smugly. Sakura could see the name on the ID card, Shiori Tsukami.
An idea burst into her head, how perfect. Sakura began structuring out her plan, calculating the amount of time and the things need, a skill she learned from Anko. She even had the right equipment necessary. Sakura stepped forward and connected her fist to the woman's stomach and punched hard.
The woman was pushed back, and she lay on the floor gasping for breath, the wind knocked out of her. Sakura could see that her eyes were already closing, she was going unconscious. Sakura stood over her body and took out on of the chopsticks in her hair and removed the protective covering to reveal a needle. She took it and stuck it into her leg, "Sorry." She muttered under her breath. "This is going to leave you a little disoriented, oh and, you won't have any memory of me." She snatched the ID card off her body and took a red strand of hair.
From her purse she withdrew a vial and she gingerly placed the strand of hair within the concoction and shook it up. It was a replicant poison that allowed her to take the appearance of somebody for 20 minutes at the cost of excruciating pain circling through the veins. Not only did it allow you to have the physical appearance, but the voice, the DNA, everything was replicated, so that you physically were that person, only you could control their mind. It had been tested multiple times by Kurokage and although it left the user weak, it wasn't a fatal drug.
She bit her lip and placed the vial down. "First, I'll take your clothes." She muttered to the red-haired woman. "That way I can maximize my 20 minutes." Cringing, she undressed the woman and slipped off her own clothes and put on the argyle sweater and black pleated skirt. "This better be worth it." She growled under her breath.
She held up the drug, looking at it for a few seconds and then she tipped it over, right into her mouth.
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