Infantry Tactics [Wednesday Second Period]

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"Grab your packs and let's get going," Max said as everyone arrived. It was, after all, tradition. "Last week we talked about various skillsets that you each have, and today we're going to see those in action. One thing that makes irregulars a flexible military unit is that they tend to come up with unpredictable approaches to problems. Today I'll be presenting you all with a single problem and you'll each solve it in a way that plays to your skills. The rest of you will observe the solution in order to get a better understanding of your classmates' abilities. If you have suggestions after things are over, feel free to make them. But keep in mind that one of the points of the irregular formation is that you don't all have the same skills. So while you may have an approach that is more efficient for you, it may turn out that none of your classmates can duplicate it."

Max smiled slightly. "The other thing about irregulars is, due to their flexibility, you can tend to give them very general instructions. Instead of telling you to, for instance, take a certain location and hold it against the enemy, irregulars can be issued orders such as 'find the best way to prevent the enemy from moving through this area'. It's less specific, and due to irregular operations the results you get are likely to be very... creative. In fact, let's do a quick warmup exercise." He waved at the rocky terrain with the visible, but unimpressive, footpath they were on. "How would you set things up so that it was difficult for an enemy to move significant forces through terrain like this?"

After giving everyone time to contribute to that, Max took the group down a trail to the left and they went over a hill to find a large villa surrounded by a ten foot high brick wall. Max drew to a stop to explain the exercise and give everyone a chance to catch their breath if they needed to.

"The villa has a small security team, nothing too serious. You job is to get from here to thr basement of the building. How you do that is up to you. Each attempt will be recorded and once everyone arrives there will be a chance to discuss tactics and choices."

He smiled slightly. "And remember to be prepared for surprises."

[Sorry this is late. Way too many meetings, and all of them ran over schedule. *sigh*]

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Re: Infiltrate

[intraspective]

Two floors to go down and she was pretty sure 'kill them all' was not a viable solution, which left her somewhat limited.

…Ino wished she'd brought all her weapons but knew that the illusion was so not worth the waste of supplies. But. Whatever. First thing to do was get out of this room and down two levels. Making certain that the room was empty—no one hiding—Ino checked the hallway with a mental sigh of how dumb it was that illusions didn't have chakra signatures, and studied what she could see. Both ends of the hall turned.

She'd have to make a choice. Ino didn't want to have to backtrack too much—that would only up her odds of getting into more issues.

Another few seconds of juggling her options, Ino darted left and up the wall and clung to the ceiling like a spider. It was a bit of a nuisance, if she were spotted, but Ino felt that this way, going above, meant that she was less likely to be spotted.

People, even when trained, didn't look up nearly often enough. Taking a moment she wrapped the jutsu around her that let her blend in with the surroundings better and darted on entirely silent feet around the corner. Bingo, she thought, seeing the stairs heading downwards to the first floor.

Landing softly on the ground, she slipped down the stairs after checking to see if there were any guards--there was one and Ino weighed her odds of being able to kill him and hide his body against just sneaking past him.

With a silent sigh she crept by him, poised to strike if he showed any sign of noticing her, and continued past him.

The first floor was laid out in an open manner and that had Ino wrinkling her nose. Ugh. What was wrong with twisty little halls and such? A twitter sounded throughout the room as her foot pressed the flooring. Ino deliberately knocked a vase down onto the floor and with the resulting crash ducked down a different hall at the sound of feet pounding towards the noise.

Her lips quirked when she realized that there were nightingale floors in some parts of the building. Iiiinteresting choice for a modern building; she wondered if it altered depending on who went through it—Ino could believe it of the Danger Shop. Listening for the others in the force Ino waited until they'd shown before disappearing further down her hallway.

Taking to the ceiling again, just in case of other floors rigged like that, Ino wound up in the kitchen, tucked in a corner and hiding under a jutsu. The drain on her chakra was noticeable to her, but nothing that was exhausting too much.

Her eyes landed on what had to be the pantry and was the only room she'd not looked in yet for a way downstairs. Ino's lips curved as she took in the three men who were ostensibly hanging out, but were in reality guarding the goal—she'd guessed right with her assumption, then—and debated fiercely with herself for a few seconds about letting them live.

She didn't know enough about Centurion to know how he'd take it if she kept killing the illusion-men, sidling along the wall she snagged a butcher knife from the knife block and flung it back the way she'd come.

While they were reacting to that, Ino moved quick as a flash to the pantry, and couldn't resist the smirk at the sight of the trap door. One more guard was in the pantry—him she killed with casual efficiency and caught his body before he could land with a thud. Propping him up so that it looked as if he were just sitting, Ino knelt in front of the door in the ground and felt cautiously for locks and traps.

Deftly avoiding the poison pins in the lock, Ino got the door open and dropped down into the basement.

HA. Mission accomplished. Her way, of course.