Procuring a Warehouse [Mission]

[Oros]

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Name: Procure Warehouse
Rank: "C"
IIC Length: 2 Days
Difficulty: Easy
Objective: Go to the country side, locate and Procure a Warehouse.
Description: Will have to use your own Ryo, but will be compensated when mission is complete. Go to the countryside and procure a warehouse with the specifications listed below. The name on the deed should be Axel Inuzuka. When finished purchasing, bring the deed back to the Residence of Hero Water. After delivery reward and compensation will be delivered. Below is the list of Warehouse specifications and total cost.
x1 Extended Dock: 30,000 Ryo
x2 Basic Bath: 8,000 Ryo
x11 Basic Storage: 27,500 Ryo
x1 Basic Kitchen: 20,000
x1 Basic Common Area: 5,000 Ryo
x2 Basic Office: 4,000 Ryo
Total: 94,500 Ryo

Reward: 38,500 Ryo

It didn't take long once Oros was outside the village to find a lamp to settle under and plan his next course of action. Taking a few steps off the path, while still within sight of the wooden walkways, the giant began to double check his gear. He had swung by his housing before departing to pick most of it up and to let Blitz know where he was going. The war dog was not pleased that he was being left behind on this one, but Oros would make it up to him later. His dog was in good hands with the neighbors. Or, rather, they were in good paws.

Oros packed light for this mission, not expecting any sort of conflict along the way. It was a bonafide real estate hunt, at the end of the day. He had opted for his his Tactical Chest Rig to couple with the utility belt he usually wore, just in case he stumbled across some new items that he needed to hold onto. His thirty-two caltrops and two kunai were tucked away in the pouches on his chest, while his compass and three sticks of flint were tucked in his belt. And, most importantly of all, the map he just bought was tucked in the pouch on his left side of the chest rig. He had opted on leaving his slave collars at him; he was doubtful they would be useful for this scenario.

Pulling the map and compass free, Oros draped the former across the wide stump of a willow that had been cut down already, snatching up a few stones from the ground to weigh the paper down on the corners. The giant placed a fifth pebble in the middle of the map, where he had been taught Takigakure to be. This map did not show its location normally, and Oros did not want to mark it with something permanent, lest it fall into the wrong hands down the road. The compass he sat in the top right corner. Oros was currently oriented south, so the red arrow pointed through him towards the north.



Oros studied the map, planning his next move. One of the required specifications of the warehouse was the need for an extended dock. Two major rivers passed through the country from north to south, with the more central of the rivers feeding straight into the hidden village. It made more sense to the giant that he searched for a warehouse in a town that was built upon this river, especially if the town was situated between Takigakure and Seisui, a great middle-ground between the capitol and the village. Sure, he could head all the way to a town that was built upon the shores of the Bay of Buddha, but Oros figured that it was too far a distance. The receptionist mentioned that this warehouse was going to be used to house equipment for shinobi, so it needed to be close for easier accessibility.

Finally, Oros tapped a dot on the map. Kawozoko. A "B" ranked town due north of Takigakure. Small enough that foreign spies or terrorists might not go in search of Kage owned property, at least without real evidence, but large enough that he was likely to find a warehouse that matched the specifications given to him. All he needed to do was finish his trek through the immediate forest surrounding the village, and then head north. As long as he kept the river beside him, he'd run straight into the town.

Pressing his palm against the map, Oros swept the stones off before rolling the map back up. Both it and the compass returned to their respective locations before Oros rose to his full height again; he had been kneeling over the map. He returned to the pathway, eager to follow it the rest of the way out so he could start heading north.

[Oros]

It took Oros the entire morning and most of the afternoon to walk to the town of Kawazoko, so by the time had arrived to the sleepy, riverside town, the sun had settled beneath the horizon and the bright yellow moon was illuminating his way. A wide, stone bridge carried him over the river to the town which sat on the west bank, allowing him a glimpse over the dark waters. Dotting the way were small, single passenger boats through the currents by their owner with a long pole. No lights guided their; they relied solely on the moon's provisions and their own expertise. The giant could just make out docks in the far side of the town, which boded well for him. He could not tell from where he stood on the bridge, though, if they were commercial or private docks. He needed to do some further investigation.

Oros finished crossing the bridge and headed further into the unwalled town, following the faint sounds of camaraderie. The local inn would provide everything he needed for the evening: food, a place to lay his head, and most importantly information on who he needed to speak to about real estate.

It didn't take much effort to find the source of the noise, since the inn had been built on the main thoroughfare. The Hardwood Inn. Oros could only fathom the juvenile punchlines the locals had probably come up with over the years involving such a name. Anything to pass the time in a place trapped in it, he concluded to himself before stepping through the front door.

It was not one of those cliche moments as Oros ducked through the doorway where the entire room went silent, all eyes upon him and hands hovering over hidden blades, but it certainly came close. His size had a hand in that more than anything else, but the band marking him a member of the nation's hidden village seemed to ease the tension ever so slightly. Still, the giant felt the eyes on him as he weaved through the cramped quarters to the back of the room where the bar resided. A local was kind enough to vacate his seat before Oros even got halfway across the room, allowing the big man to take it for himself. The wood groaned beneath him as he waved the bartender over. Thankfully, the conversation and gambling resumed behind him, once it was clear for the time being that he meant them no harm.

The bartender's professionalism outweighed his caution as he answered Oros' call, but even he couldn't pull his eyes away from the scaly pattern running across the giant's visage. A common reaction that Oros had learned to ignore long ago. "What will you be having this evening, sir?"

"A plate of whatever's hot in the kitchen," Oros replied, leaning his elbows onto the bartop, "and an answer to a question. who do I speak to in regards to purchasing commercial real estate in this town. Waterfront. Official Village business." His sentences were short, almost choppy. He was not a man to waste his breath.

The bartender with the barest flick of his fingers sent a barmaid scurrying to the back to fetch Oros meal. Then, taking the rare down time in his shift as an opportunity, the man snatched up a rag and a glass and began wiping it down. Talk about another cliche.

"Well most of the fishing in town is family run, but I've got a sense that that's not what you're after. I recommend speaking to Miss Vaudeville in the morning. She runs the offices for Umigame Freight, a shipping company based out of Seisui. She could probably help you better than I."

The barmaid returned with a bowl of fish chowder in hand. She set it deftly in front of Oros before heading into the center of the inn answering yet another call from the patron. Reaching down, Oros grabbed the bowl and pushed to his feet. "Do you all have a stable?"

The bartender gestured to a door on the far wall. "Through there, just turn right you'll walk right into it."

Oros grunted. "I'll leave the bowl in it in the morning, and I'll be sure to let everyone else back in the village know that The Hardwood Inn is the only place to dine at when they visit." He grinned, baring his filed teeth. "Despite some stiff competition, of course."

The bartender laughed, though Oros couldn't tell if it was because he found the joke humorous, or because he felt like he needed to to appease the giant standing before him. At the end of the day, it hardly mattered to the big man.

He found himself an unoccupied stall with fresh hay and settled in for the evening with his bowl of stew and his natural bedding. He hadn't gone to such efforts to get out of Takigakure to sleep in a real bed here in Kawazoko. A forest floor was preferable, but this was a satisfactory medium. Once he finished his meal, he reached up and sat the bowl on the post the swinging gate was attached to for the stable hand to return for him in the morning, before settling in on the hay. Oros tucked a kunai into the pile, just in case, but he doubted anyone would bother him tonight. The patrons were relieved that he proved nonviolent, the bartender would be appeased by the promise of future purchases from his comrades to compensate for the food he walked out with, and tomorrow he would meet with Miss Vaudeville to purchase a warehouse.

Knowing full well that by the morning, she would've already learned about the giant coming to meet her. Such was the way in a town like this, and it did not bother Oros one single bit.

[Oros]

Oros woke to the rooster's crow echoing throughout the stable. Dawn peeked through the cracks of his stall, signaling the bright start of a new day. Well, the giant thought to himself, let's get this over with. The sooner he could get this done, the sooner he could get back to taking his sweet old time returning to the village. This mission was not is escape he had been after, just the excuse he needed to get through the gates in the first place.

Pushing himself to his feet, Oros collected his kunai from the hay and slotted it back into his chest pouch before making an exit. He stopped when he discovered a water trough, taking a moment to cup some water to drink and to rinse out some of the grease in his top knot. Hay clung to his vest and his pants, the giant left that alone. He wasn't that hung up on appearances to let that bother him. Plus, he doubted any of the locals were man enough to insult him.

Ducking out of the stable, Oros worked his way back to the main thoroughfare. There wasn't any clear signs that pointed him to the shipping offices, but there were street peddlers already out and about who were very forthcoming with directions after a strongly worded question from the giant. From there, it didn't take long for Oros to find himself outside Umigame Freight's walled compound. A brick wall wrapped in razor wire at the top surrounded the complex, with single metal gate pulled shut and two security guards posted outside. One entrance in on the land side, as far as Oros could tell, and the buildings on the inside were made out of concrete and brick as well. From what he had seen, they were the only buildings in the whole town like that; everything else had been constructed from wood. This complex felt less like an organic addition to Kawozoko and more of a forced supplant by outsider interests.

A silver haired woman stood with the two guards on the outside, black pants suit form-fitting and of an expert cut. The guards noticed Oros' approach first, tensing at the sight of him, but the woman seemed to be cut from tougher material. She flashed a smile at the giant as he drew up to them, looking him up and down. "You have yourself a nice tussle with the sheep last night, soldier?"

Oros snorted, brushing some of the hay off of his clothes. Not all of it, though. "Better looking than the women in this town."

She laughed, a throaty sound coming from her slender neck. "I'd be offended if I had been born here, but alas." She offered a hand, although it was made very obvious that Oros was not a handshaking kind of man, and she finally dropped it. "Miss Vaudeville. I received word last night to expect a visitor this morning." Oros nodded, but didn't offer anything further; the glances he gave the two guards said what he needed to say. "Well walk with me, sir, so we can discuss your business. Gentlemen, open the gate to let us through."

The guards grabbed one end of the gate apiece, pulling it open for Miss Vaudeville and Oros to pass through; it shut behind them a moment later. The woman led the giant a good twenty paces in before she spoke again. "I was told it was, and I quote, 'official Village business.'"

"The Kage has sent me to purchase a warehouse. Didn't specify where, just gave me a list of specifications, one of which required a dock. I assume you have those?"

"Well, we weren't named after a turtle for our speed," Miss Vaudeville replied as they reached the end of the passageway they traveled down. The river was before them, with docks reaching out like fingers across the river. Barges settled on either side of the tendrils, with stevedores scampering over the sides like ants. The freight was carried or rolled by dolly to the edge of the dock where wood met concrete and then loaded onto forklifts. It all appeared to be an efficient system, and if anyone else from the village had been standing there in Oros' place, they might've voiced their positive impressions to the awaiting boss.

But Oros stayed silent.

After a few moments more, Miss Vaudeville broke the silence once more. "Well, I guess I'll lead you over to our warehouses. Mind listing off all the specifications the Kage gave you so I don't waste either of our time showing you ones that won't work?"

Oros obliged the woman, listing off the requirements as they had been given to him. Then, he fell silent, and no further conversation was had during the long walk to the chosen warehouse.

[Oros]

"Everything you were looking for, and more?" Miss Vaudeville asked as she watched the giant wander the space.

Oros didn't respond as he studied the warehouse the woman brought him to. The extended dock, which unlike the ones the woman showed him earlier, was large enough for galleys and warships draw up. Not that it was likely that either would venture down a river; still, it gave the Kage more space to work with down the road. Any cargo pulled off of these ships were wheeled through a set of massive double doors into the storage space, which measured close the 22,000 cubic feet that was required. More than enough space for whatever was unloaded to be used later by the Village.

On the opposite end of the warehouse from the loading doors, the laborers had access to restrooms and a kitchen, the bare necessities for workers during their shift. A metallic rung staircase sat in the final corner that was not designated for worker's use, which led to a floating second floor on which a common area, designed to be a a waiting room, and the manager's office resided. The wall overlooking the loading floor had been replaced with a window, giving the manager an unimpeded vantage over his workers during the day. And the workers over their boss, for that matter.

Miss Vaudeville was persistent as she continued to answer questions, despite Oros ignoring them time after time. "How did someone like yourself find themselves shopping for real estate, of all things. I thought shinobi were supposed to catching criminals and assassinating wealthy businessmen."

Without glancing at the woman, Oros replied. "Who's to say that that isn't what I'm here for, Miss Vaudeville." When he turned to face her, Oros was pleased to see the woman's face a brighter shade of white from the sudden wave of fear that gripped her. He flashed her a toothy grin. "Everything and more, indeed. How much?"

The woman produced a PDA from a pocket on the inside of her blazer, giving Oros one final, desperate stare but looking down at it. "I'll have the lawyer write up a bill of sale and acquire the deed. Give me a chance to send a few emails to get this all together, and then we can go ahead and get it all processed upstairs in the office. Will that work?"

Oros nodded, and turned away. His footfalls were slow and heavy on the poor woman's mind as he ascended to the second story to await the lawyer's arrival.

[Oros]

It pleased Oros to great ends when Miss Vaudeville stepped through the door of the office trailed by the lawyer and a half-dozen of her hired security, only to find the giant sitting patiently in the swivel chair behind the mahogany desk. He hadn't even propped his feet up like he had initially considered. The lawyer took the lone chair opposite the big man, while the six guards formed a cordon across the back wall; Miss Vaudeville hovered near them. Her composure was mostly intact, but Oros had no doubt the men had commands to part the way for her to make an escape the moment he showed any sign of violence.

What she didn't realize is Oros would go through that window without a second thought and would still meet her at the bottom of the steps.

"How much?" Oros asked to open the conversation, repeating the question that had not been answered from before.

"I'm not so sure I'm willing to sell at all, now," Miss Vaudeville responded with a hint of steel in her voice.

Oros only grinned. "Miss Vaudeville, picture this: instead of those children behind you in their parent's Kevlar, this compound is protected by the shinobi from Takigakure who were assigned to this warehouse by the Kage himself. Your brick walls and your razor wire looks intimidating to the average passerby, but believe me when I say that there are men and women out there who are anything but average. Men who can punch through the wall with a single blow, or grow to the size of your warehouses and step right over for that matter. Very scary individuals who could slaughter every single person on this compound where they stand without breaking a sweat. Fire with fire, Miss Vaudeville; or rather, put the fire out with the strength of Waterfalls. Our presence alone would benefit Umigame Freight by proxy alone, and I imagine there are some in your corporate offices who would appreciate having shinobi as friends, not enemies."

Silence followed, broken once more by Oros' punctuating remark. "How much?"

The lawyer, a wizened man in a pinstripe suit, responded first by scrawling out a figure on a notepad and sliding it across the table for Oros to read.

"Ever done business with the B.I.N.G.O. before? Agents never pay full price."

It seemed the lawyer had indeed, because he scratched out the first figure and wrote down a second one below it.

Oros glanced at it and nodded. "Better. Do we have a deal, Miss Vaudeville?"

With no reason or room to say no, the poor woman could only sigh and nod. "A deal."

Oros' hands flew up, releasing a booming clap that sent half the guards scrambling for their batons. "Perfect. The name Axel Inzuka goes on all the official documents, lawyer. Let me just pull together my funds here." Hands disappeared into pockets as Oros pulled out the allotted sum and set it on the table while the lawyer put the finishing touches on the documentation. A pen was passed across, dwarfed by the giant's hands, but his signature was delicately written where the lawyer prompted him on both documents. Finally, his copies were slid across the table to him; Oros rolled them up and tucked them into his pouch before finding his feet.

"A real pleasure, Miss Vaudeville," he said as he moved towards the door, stopping just short of it as the wall of flesh parted before him. "Oros, by the way, in case any of you question the veracity of my claim as Agent."

With nothing else to say, Oros pulled the door opened and headed towards the exit. His time in Kawozoko, as short as it was, had drawn to a close already.

[Exit after payment is processed]

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Purchasing a warehouse with the following specifications

x1 Extended Dock: 30,000 Ryo
x2 Basic Bath: 8,000 Ryo
x11 Basic Storage: 27,500 Ryo
x1 Basic Kitchen: 20,000
x1 Basic Common Area: 5,000 Ryo
x2 Basic Office: 4,000 Ryo
Total: 94,500 Ryo

94,500 - 9,450 (B.I.N.G.O Agent Trait Discount) = 85,050 ryo

[Cadoc]

B/Fwd 両266,000
- 85 ,050
C/Fwd 両180,950