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Unlike the others, Nagi had already set herself into Amegakure about a week before the VTOL arrivals. She had a small case there, not one she'd usually take given the small scale but it was basically killing two birds with one stone. A suicide of some low-grade politician to be investigated, looking for traces of Foul Play and so on. The only true inconvenience would be the fact that this event had made a buzz in the news already. Otherwise, the case was quickly closed. It was a suicide, though the context behind it remained doubtful, but Nagi wasn't a psychologist nor did she have any sympathy for these types of men. They are but tools compared to the grandiose hierarchy of the Empire of Stone.

There wasn't much else to do in Amegakure once the job was done. Something the chief investigator had forgotten about when she took this initiative. Homesick from her beloved nation and bored out of her mind in the foul atmosphere of the rain hub, she waited. There were clubs, pubs and many things to do. But none of this could satiate her hype for the upcoming expedition. To be one of the first Stone Soldiers to travel into unknown lands and represent the Empire for all its glory gave her the most ticklish of butterflies.

At least she had the time to skim through the basic profiles of her teammates. Nothing major, nothing revealing. But one did stand out, as it was particularly out of place. And there was just something weird about his mug shot.

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Five minutes before the ring of the bell. Punctual as ever, Nagi Shinrikyo made it just in time for the briefing. Her boots stomped the carpeted floor of the amphitheater as she descended toward the row she had been designated to sit upon. Those that'd notice her presence would see a relatively tall lass with a dark colored apparel and a black coat set over her shoulders. She was fully equipped with her formal uniform without a single stain or blemish to be found. An intimidate suit to say the least, especially if one knew the kind of things the Dog Division opted to do when wrangling suspects. This suit brought terror with it.

The Suna briefer was already standing stiff, waiting for them to be ready. That was the first thing she notice, whether or not their management was competent enough to follow the schedule as they would. Without consistent high command, they were not going to make it far in the new continent. The next elements were her teammates and whether or not she'd recognize them by their profile pictures. Close enough, though there is always this disconnect between reality and what a camera can capture.

"[color=8882be]It's in the name, Uragiri Sakana. Why put so many of the Emperor's subjects in peril when we can simply purchase expendable manpower?[/color]"

Her calm tone coupled well with her powerful voice.

"[color=8882be]And besides, should we really expect other nations to forego their interests? We're exploring unknown land and nobody trusts anybody to not try and haul goods for themselves. I'm frankly quite pleased! It allows us to ensure the Clouds don't try to get sneaky on us, [i]again[/i]. You of all people should know to be cautious around them ...[/color]"

She smiled, still descending, until she'd find her row. The same smile remained, though this time addressed to her teammates. Two males, though one seemed effeminate enough to be mistaken for a lady. Blue eyes captured the Jikangai for a brief moment before they'd settle for the mystery-man. Before she would sit, Nagi would address him, and Yuhi by extension.

"Good Morning. Chief Inspector Nagi Shinrikyo. Nagi's fine. I suppose you've all had some involvement in the war? You know how to do this? I don't have to train you all for a day so we can cooperate? Excellent."

Finally, she'd sit.

"[color=8882be]Oh and ... Why so stressed, Cloud?[/color]"

Her eyes peered at his direction again, shifting between the Jonin that was about to make his presentation and the Not-Tsubaki. The Inspector did not seem to know who he was still.

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All were here. Or at least, all who were competent enough to take this expedition seriously. The big screen before the whole amphitheater would flash open, revealing the name of the Operation. It went by none other than 'New Continent'. The Suna Jonin had what seemed to be a remote control, allowing him to scroll through his carefully prepared powerpoint presentation. He finally spoke, his voice low and booming. Likely with an enhancement via some sort of ninjutsu. Everyone could hear him clearly.

"[b]Welcome, Expedition Candidates. Seventy two days ago, all five great nations were struck by a wave of bio-terrorist attacks. Little has been shared about these, partially out of discretion, but also because we don't know much of anything.[/b]"

A click, the next slide would reveal various headlines of the attacks as he spoke, clicking again as he finished his explanation. The following slides would show various pictures of patients, some seemingly fine on an external point of view, while some others were clearly distressed and suffering from various skin diseases such as rashes, blisters, hives and so on. The more he progressed, the worse the afflictions seemed, to the point were a few of the last ones showed clear signs of acute growths that complete disfigured patients or  handicapped them. It was like they were being mutated somehow.

"[b]These are the victims of the attack. The first signs of this epidemic showed themselves when the bombs exploded and the White Gas had been spread. Quarantine was successful in each nation, however that's the only ounce of good news we have. We do not know what this is, nor how to halt its progression. It isn't viral, parasitic or even some strange form of prion or bacteria. We barely grasp how it spreads, though it is through prolonged contact with the infected and hazmat suits have been efficient at preventing contagion.[/b]"

A new click, this time revealing a picture. An old one, with no color. Likely a picture taken eighty or so years ago.

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"[b]This is Nori Kinsei, Takigakure-born and an ex-scholar of Sunagakure. He had been sent on a mission similar to yours right now seventy nine years ago. An initiative sparked by a similar phenomenon that occurred more than a century back, although at the time there was little proof to back up an expedition of this size, recent findings have confirmed a few things.[/b]"

A couple more slides progressed, showing more modern city camera-captured pictures of the man. He had more of a beard though he otherwise seemed unchanged after all this time. The cameras were not the best, as the frame-rate was horrendous, but they got good glimpsed of Nori. There was no doubt that it was him.

"[b]In every instance of terrorism, he could be found in at least three of the five nations. The Dynasties lack the technology and Sunagakure's policies on privacy made the effort far less optimal. Nonetheless, it is reasonable to assume he had been present in each one.[/b]"

"[b]Now, as this information was passed on, the Hokage was able to have a task force react quickly the attack and swiftly locate our perpetrator. Capture failed, but the surprise intervention forced our guy to escape in a hurry, leaving behind documentation we'll be using today.[/b]"

Said documents showed up on the screen.

"[b]This is a set of plans and coordinates for an unknown area in the New Continent. We cannot reach it without losing communication and flight is borderline impossible. Which is why we're sending Squad One to investigate this area. Considering what we've been able to decipher, we believe this is a strong lead to understanding the science behind these afflictions.[/b]"

"[b]Squads two, three and four will be following the tracker bugs set upon the fleeing Nori. One of the Aburame in the task force had been able to bug the doctor as he fled, leaving us with three areas where he had stopped for an extended amount of time. We have lost track of the bugs about a week ago, however. You are all equipped with PDA's capable of tracking your coordinates, the unique bugs' location and gathering data when possible.[/b]"

Indeed, once each member of the team be sent off on their VTOL, they'd find said PDA tool as well as other goods for survival. The PDA itself also served as a means to gather data, whether it'd be taking pictures of gathering information from computers. It was a useful tool, and they should definitely use it!

"[b]Squads five to eight will serve to establish perimeters at the border, and slowly establish safezones in the case of urgent retreats from our recon troops.[/b]"

"[b]With all that said, Warriors of the Shinobi World, I wish you luck on this adventure. Communication is impossible beyond the borders of the New Continent. You'll be on your own. Good Hunting.[/b]"

With the briefing done, the Shinobi could now make their way to their designated VTOL's at the roof. Each squad would have their own VTOL with the right amount of goods needed for them to survive for a while. There was no time for prolonged chit chat. Now was the time to act, to do what they came here to do. The adventure into the New Continent starts now.