Log: Complete

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When; March 23rd, evening.
Rating; PG-13, for evil plottzing
Characters; Ingram Prisken gunofdis, Uchiha Itachi crimsonmangekyo
Summary; Itachi calls on Akatsuki's most loyal (perhaps) ally and gives him a special mission.
Log;

Settling down into his velvet-lined "throne", Uchiha Itachi laced his fingers together and simply waited. While all Akatsuki were allies of a sort, the crimson-eyed Uchiha wasn't above making his own moves. Plans within plans, if one thought about it. Not deceit, but merely a smokescreen. An independent action that required the utmost of secrecy for it's success. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he nodded slightly. Ingram would arrive soon.

Through the hallway, the insidious blank man made his way towards his destination. His piercing blue eyes caught the light with an ominous glint. He stopped at the door he was waiting for. Inside was Itachi, one, whom for the moment, was an ally. That though, could change at any minute. Ingram was requested so he arrived promptly on time. He reached up with his hand, and with a loose knuckle, rapped on the door twice.

"It's unlocked, Ingram" Settling back in his seat, he waited for his guest. Afterall, time was of the essence. The soup that was Konoha was beginning to boil over, and it would be only a matter of time before their enemies found an opportunity and attacked. It was a simple strategy to plan their strike before that opportunity rose over the horizon.

Ingram reached a slim hand downwards and grasped the handle. He slowly opened it, stepping to the side, only to make sure there was nothing prepared for him. After he was momentarily satisfied, he stepped through the door. Quickly glancing around the room, he spotting Itachi was casually walked in front of his seat. He silently peered at him with a questioning look.

Greeting Ingram with a slight nod, Itachi studied the blue-haired man momentarily. "I see no reason to make with petty conversation and pleasantries. There is neither time, nor reason for it. As for the reason behind this meeting, I have a certain...task that requires your specific talents."

Ingram did not flinch as he paid close attention to Itachi. Short and sweet. That was the way Itachi wanted the conversation. It wouldn't matter if it was ten years long, Ingram had all of eternity. "Talents? Abilities. You want infiltration, I presume."

Nodding, Itachi continued. "Of a sort. Straight infiltration won't work. Our enemies know our respective abilities, they know of our plans to an extent. Hence the reason why you are needed for this. You are an anomaly to them, a variable. Something they have no knowledge of, and scant time to prepare for." Leaning back, he picked up a glass from the table beside him, taking a sip. "Consider this. How does one cripple a machine?"

At the corner of his mouth, his lips slightly curved upwards. "A machine, huh? There are many ways. Destroy the engine. Kill the pilot. Take out it's fuel source. Take your pick Itachi."

With a slight chuckle, Itachi nodded. "Very good. However, not all are viable options. In this case, the engine is Konoha itself. A hydra. Cut off one head, it will only sprout another. And we cannot destroy the heart, being locked in this place. Killing the pilot is futile as well, as not only does the same issue apply but this place renders that option rather worthless. Taking out the fuel source, however....that is something doable."

The blue hair spread out a little as Ingram shook his head. "I know that you ninja do not use things such as oil or tronium as a fuel source. If there isn't anything applicable, how do you plan to cut it off?"

"Of course not. By fuel, I don't mean in a literal sense. The machine that we fight, is Konoha. The engine, it's shinobi. And what keeps an engine running smoothly? Maintenance, and repair. Without that, an engine grows damaged and weak."

Ingram snapped his fingers softly. "Medics. You wish for me to kill them. However, you will have more trouble than I getting to them. In the end, you wish for me to kill them by teleporting directly to them."

Smiling, the sharingan whirled slightly. This was why Itachi liked this man. He was sharp, and ready to do what was necessary. "It is less a question of ease, and more a question of motive. Certainly, it is much easier for you to take care of those certain...problems. However, there is also the issue that I and the other Akatsuki they know will find it quite difficult to slip away from this...altercation without drawing more attention from our enemies."

If Ingram only had glasses, he'd push them up his nose right now. Sadly he didn't, so he was reduced to brushing his hair behind his ears. "I'll gladly take the mission. It shouldn't take more than a few minutes, so I doubt anything terrible could happen during that time."

"Good. Glad to see that we understand one another. And I trust you to keep this between ourselves. The less people involved, the better."

"Of course. It isn't as if I trust anyone else anyways. Unless there is anything else you need me for..." Ingram dropped the sentence off, waiting for Itachi to pick it back up.

With a shake of his head, Itachi took another sip of the drink. "No, I believe that will be all. Do nothing until I tell you, this must take place without their knowing. They will keep their healers close, until the time of battle, when they will be alone and vulnerable. It is then that you will strike, while Akatsuki keeps their attention. Understood?"

Being ordered around. To much like back at home. Ingram decided to deal with it for the moment. "Understood. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave." Ingram gave a quick bow and took a few steps towards the door.

Itachi simply sat back in the chair and watched as the blue-haired man made his way out. This would prove quite useful to Akatsuki.