.There was certainly such a thing as having too many options at your disposal; opportunities all arising at once can weigh you down, make you too slow to capitalize on any of them. When Tetsu spotted Captain Himura in the club, his eyes immediately lit up with the greedy thought that he could force himself into being right about the man. It was a fantasy, to be sure, but one where the opportunity had presented itself to indulge in it. Now, either Captain Himura was in on some of the filth permeating the city, and on his way to a meeting to that effect, which was the less likely option, or he had headed out to the bar on a similar premise that sent Tetsu and Hisa there, and to crack some criminal skulls. The first option wouldn’t explain why he was skulking around in the shadows, unless that, too, was a ruse put on for knowledge that he was possibly being watched, if someone told him that the two shinobi would be attending, also unlikely, or if he was there to crack some skulls, but as a fellow criminal rather than a cop, and possibly because shinobi getting involved would predictably put too much pressure on certain weaker elements he was worried about spilling the beans. Even with all of these competing possibilities, it was important to consider that each interpretation probably ought not be weighed equally. There was only one option that painted Himura as being there on regular police work, but that one was, nonetheless, the most likely possibility, even if it was suspicious for a captain to be out doing grunt’s work. There was another possibility that Himura was simply there to relax, but Tetsu wasn’t really willing to entertain that one for the time being.
Now, with all that in mind, the question remains; how best to act on it? While the boy sat there contemplating it, he noticed Hisa slightly perk up and involve herself in a private conversation. Tetsu could have turned his headset back on to listen in, but he was sure that if there was anything interesting coming down the airwaves, Hisa would have passed it on to him. In any event, it culminated in the girl deciding it would probably be best to beat the bartender into a snitch as their next plan of action. Testing wasn’t so sure, but he did like how direct the approach was. He watched her puff up her breasts in preparation for the schmoozing, privately noting that she never did that for him when she was considering beating him up. Women...
Tetsu wasn’t surprised at all to see that the girl made quick work of getting him out of his station and into the shadows. Ever the professional, as much as it seemed like the girl was born with a stick up her bottom, she was nothing if not methodical about getting the job done.
Tetsu wanted to follow her, partially out of paranoia that she was going to get beaten out there on her own. He knew that was an irrational fear, but it was fueled by having not yet seen her handle herself in battle, and by his only experience with her on that front was of her falling off a cliff in her first fight, and getting surrounded by thugs in her second. At least he thinks that’s what happened to her in the second fight; he was admittedly paying more attention to himself at the time.
Still, the bartender would be nothing, but when it came to pulling out information, Tetsu had a dirtiness about his tactics that made him pretty adept at it, and a beating alone wasn’t enough to do the trick. Not only that, but if the bartender did know a thing or two, his absence might elicit some unwanted attention from some unsavoury folks in the crowd here behind the boy. Still, if he perched himself on his stool for much longer, he stood the risk of having Himura slip through his grasp.
What to do, what to do?...
Only one option, act without thinking too much, and he’d have to act fast if he wanted to stand any chance at success here. He’d subtly approach the back of the club to where Hisa was, but as soon as he was in the private room, he’d burst in on Hisa’s little make out session, charging at the man as quickly as he could, attempting to press his hand firmly against the bartender’s mouth to muffle any yelling, before proceeding to beat the man wildly in his face. It felt oddly satisfying breaking the two up like that, he had to admit. After that, he turned to Hisa, grabbing her by her collar and angrily yelling at her in a hushed volume, ”I told you to kill him already, quit fucking around. He ain’t gonna spill any beans to us, and we have better things to do right now.” And with that, he handed her a kunai. ”Hey,” he was about to leave, but just remembered a brilliant little bit of theatre he could add to the mix to drive his point home, reaching behind him to pull out the bloody and severed arm he had collected earlier from his belt strap, throwing it on top of the man, ”Burn this when you get rid of the body too, wouldja?” And with that, he was gone. He paid Hisa one last glance, hoping she could handle it from there, but he couldn’t afford to stick around to see how it went.
Making his way back into the club, it was time for the second act. This is where things would get particularly sloppy. Testing would make his way into the washroom, transforming into the most typical conglomeration of all the generic club faces and outfits he could manage. Then, emerging with his hair slicked back, he’d make his way as close to Himura as he thought he reasonably could without drawing the man’s attention. Then, sitting down, he’d hide his hands and throw the hand seals together that he’d need to call forth one of his enormous Ghost Dancers in the club, which would immediately get to work wrecking the place.
Meanwhile Tetsu, sly dog that he was, would respond to this by throwing his hands up beside his face to try and protect it, fall off his stool and crawl pitifully to safety, which just so happened to be within earshot of Captain Himura’s booth.
Why did he do this, you may be pondering, and the reason is simple. So simple, in fact, that it may have been a dumb idea. In the absence of clever plots to gather intelligence, just destroy everything around a person and wait to see what they prioritize trying to save. Or, in lieu of that, if they behave in a way that was in accordance with their expected nature. Or, in lieu of that, we’ll, it was probably a bad plan spurred on by an inability to sit still and do careful detective work then, wasn’t it?
OOC: if I wasn’t able to punch the bartender or grab Hisa, then Tetsu will have just skipped those things and moved onto his next actions.