Solo Mission Thread

Missions:

The sun shone immaculately as it was yet another beautiful day in Sunagakure. The birds were singing songs of love and happiness as the morning dew glistened on the grass. It was a perfect day to be outside, and it seemed as if everyone was outside to enjoy it. Everyone except Amaya of course. It was noon and she was still in bed, a bottle of scotch in her right hand while an empty carton of cigarettes nestled between her breasts. She had another wild adventure last night, or was it the night before? She couldn’t remember how long she was in bed for, could’ve been hours, maybe days. All she remembered was beating someone with a bar stool and having Anbu members pulling her out of the bar, with little success. Well that was another restraining order filed against her, and another bar she was banned from. Bummer. She was running out of places to have fun. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she slowly rose out of bed, the room was spinning and it felt as if someone was using a jackhammer to pierce her skull. On top of that her body felt numb. She never did like the after effects of partying too hard, if you could call beating a man senseless partying. Slowly but surely she made her way to the bathroom, and after ten minutes of vomiting and struggling to get up from off the floor when she had slipped and fallen in her own spew. She took a nice long shower and headed out to the streets of Sunagakure, since she had work to do.

The streets where a bit crowded but she easily maneuvered through the masses and began walking the route that she was issued to patrol. Yawning loudly, Amaya slowly walked towards the town kicking a can along the way. After an hour of walking she had finally arrived at the neighboring town. It was busy as usual with no signs of anything out of the ordinary. She took one last look around the town before taking the same route back to Sunagakure, to finish her duties for the day.

After yet another uneventful walk, she had reached her final destination for the day. Sunagakure Prison. Her final task was to inspect the cages that held the scum of Sunagakure. Something she wasn’t looking forward to at all. Arriving at the get, the guards hadn’t bothered to search her and led her straight to holding area. “All right, you know the drill, stand outside you cell when it opens and make no sudden moves or you’ll be sorry.” The burly man said as his voice echoed throughout the prison. When he opened the cell doors and the inmates stepped out their cells, Amaya accompanied by two Suna jonin began inspecting the cells. Upon entering each cell, she would flip over the mattresses, searching for any weapons. Next she would scatter anything that was neatly arranged, be it books, letters whatever, she simply threw everything to the ground, overturning shelves and tables until she was satisfied. She had one guard search the walls and tiles for any hidden holes or compartments, and had the other search the toilets just for some laughs.  After collecting some weapons and contrabands, she gathered those whose rooms she found the items and brought them into the yard. They were stripped down to nothing but their birthday suits and shackled to a steel pole in the middle of the yard where everyone could see. “A prison is a place for rehabilitation. Shinku-sama has made this place one of the best prison facilities in the world. You get proper meals each day, you have comfortable beds to sleep in, and you have working toilets. For some of you this isn’t a prison, this is a five star hotel, seeing as it’s the best thing you’ve lived in since your mother’s hole. Your hear because you threatened the lives of innocent law abiding citizens and even though I could care less if you dogs want to kill each other off, it’s my job to punish those who constantly break the rules. ” A guard would come across to her and handed her a whip. Starting from the end of the line she distributed forty lashes to each individual, not at full strength however as she was ordered not to kill them. Only the sounds of the whip cracking and the screams of the men filled the air as the others watched in horror. Even the guards seemed to feel sorry for those men as she mercilessly beat them until most were unconscious. A pity.  When it was over, she ordered the guards to take them to infirmary, that’s if they didn’t die from loss of blood. Looking at her watch, she decided she wasted too here and promptly exited the building. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she headed for the nearest bar. “I need a drink.”

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