The Drafting (P)

Within the warm offices held one man, who was surrounded by him fellow operatives. The Anbu. An elite task force of a village, who's purposes was to carryout the most dangerous missions for the village, the ones who truly worked within the shadows. each wore their black robe, with different assorted mask. The stood tall and still, waiting for the orders of their Anbu Captain, Ganki.
 
Yes Ganki, the businessman who came back from his little trip from Suna, his gold tan skin was proof of that. The comfortable man laid back in his rolling chair, his feet placed on top of his grand wooden desk, one over the other. The papers that he held were personal files of all the current and inactive ninja within the village. What did he have planned, this question being said within the minds of Ganki's company. Ganki's eyes wondering off ever so often, his brand new gold bracelet that had many luxurious diamonds placed on it caught the eyes of many even his loyal followers. Even Ganki himself couldn't keep his eyes off of it, such a beautiful watch it was indeed.
 
But now it was time for work, shuffling through the papers, Ganki found some very interesting Individuals that would serve the Anbu ops greatly. One of them being his new found friend, who's company was much sought after. Aside from him, Ganki looked through some other names to, the papers being that the size of flashcards, made it easy for Ganki to shuffle. the cards merely flashing before the Anbu's very eyes, until Finally, the three were chosen. It was time. Ganki rose from his seat, now top of his feet, the long black coat that he wore fell down to the ground, his form now resembling the reaper itself. His hood was nearly covering his face, hiding it from view. the only thing missing, was his mask, which was all white, with only two eye holes. Ganki placing his mask on his face once more, his form vanished, the three cards that contained the names of the chosen few as well.
 
((Exit, Closed))