Somewhere in Switzerland
August 12th, Present day, Afternoon
Yoshiaki sat restlessly as he took a sip of his drink, eyeing the treats set before him. He glanced over to the right, passed the wandering heads of locals and tourists alike at a pair of men before looking away. “I’ve got eyes on the target.” He spoke in a hushed tone, only picking up by the receiver he was wearing to let the others know of his presence. They were on an intelligence gathering operation at the moment, first and foremost. Communication was key, or so he’d been told. They were not to engage. Of course, that was the hardest part for the young man. He figured he could handle the two guys and get any information that they needed, but it was decided that it’d be smarter to observe them, get a feeling for their patterns, and maybe follow them to the hiding place of their boss.
He picked up a danish and took a bite before saying, “Gimme a status report.” He wanted to see how the rest of the team was. Where they were in relation to him. They couldn’t all be at the same cafe... right? No, he'd have noticed. They were posing as tourists after all. Some variety would have been smart. That's why they'd paired up. Yoshi could have done without the damn brat Cyril with him though. Probably could have saved some money if Cyril hadn't gotten hungry too. He stared across the table at the younger boy, his eyes narrowing as Cyril stuffed his face.
“And lemme know if you guys see any other possible targets,” he added with a huff before taking another bite of his danish and a sip of his drink. The past 3 or so months had been a world wind of events. The training, in particular, had been grueling and annoying, but there was still something so exciting about it. It was unordinary, not his usual routine. Plus, god knows how many people were there that he couldn’t take out easily. He chuckled at the thought for a moment.
Still, this was different. It wasn’t a training exercise and it wasn’t sparring. This was a mission. A mission that important for their standing as boss and guardian candidates. People were already talking too. Talking about how the Caligari famiglia had attacked and stolen from a Vongola weapons cache.
This was a bitch though. He hated all the sneaking around. The importance had basically been beaten into him over the course of the last few months. But even then it felt like it would be more fun than this. At the thought of his boredom he couldn’t help but yawn. “Dammit, you’re laziness must be rubbing off on me,” he grumbled to Cyril, before noting that the men were starting to move. “Guys, there on the move, heading East. Somebody please tell me they’re around that way and can get eyes on them.” At the very least somebody might have found other Caligari members that they could keep track of and observe.
Yoshi tried to think of who'd be around that way. Akari and Veronika maybe? Catty and Kurune? Fuck all if it was Ren. He wasn't sure what to think of that guy. He was odd. At least with Catty he could get the notion that she didn't like him in the slightest, even if he wasn't sure why. He could trust Akari. Veronika was a bit worrisome since he couldn't tell how she'd do with the stealthier part of things. Kurune was a bit of a wild card. Catty... well it wasn't like he could trust her really. She could stab him in the back at any moment. Ren... Moving on. And then there was Cyril. The little shit was likely to hold him back. Leaving him behind wasn't an option though.
Yoshi groaned. He was hoping this would be a simple endeavor. Then they could at least get to busting heads sooner than later. But here they were. He was getting bored out of his mind. He just wanted to storm their based, take them down, and get back what they'd stolen. But that wasn't a damn option if they couldn't find the base. "Somebody get me something that we can use," he grumbled getting more annoyed as the time went on.