Loose Ends

                                    

                                          
It's been a day since the Ryouzanpaku incident where Naruto called the other fists of Ragnarock for a meeting. They all gathered at the usual warehouse. Kisara was the first to call out Naruto when all fists gathered.
                          
"Who the hell do you think you are calling meetings?! You only just joined last we-"
                          
"There's a spy." Naruto stated coldly. He was wearing a black hoodie with his face mask, blue jeans that were big enough to be flexible in and wore black Chuck Taylor's. There was silence in the room.
                          
"What?"
                          
"You heard me right. A guy named Niijima knows there are 9 fists now and is feeding information to enemies."
                          
Loki broke his wire puzzle he was playing with. "He's not an informant. He IS the enemy."
                          
Thor spoke up, "One of the lackeys was probably bragging. Nothing to be worried about."
                          
"They knew my code name and my run in with the Titan Killers. Some one is feeding them information and I don't like it. There are loose ends."
                          
"So what if they've got a name? Who the hell cares?!" Kisara said.
                          
"I do. There are loose ends. This time a name, next, specific meetings, real names, the works. Once a dam has a crack, it becomes easier to break down."
                          
Finally, Odin spoke up. "And when you find these loose ends, what will you do exactly?" Waiting to hear what his answer would be.
                          
Naruto began leaving. "I just thought I'd let you all know about the situation. It doesn't matter who's crew they're a part of. I'm Tyr. Even Ghengis Khan wrote that betraying you're own Khan is crime punishable by death penalty. When I find them." Naruto stopped at the door. "I'm going to bring justice." He left, leaving some mortified faces, seeing as he left massive amounts of killing intent on those last words, but Odin was smiling. 
                          
'Naruto Uzumaki....I like how this one works, he's worthy of meeting him.'
                          
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"That's right lackeys! This warehouse is to be owned by the great Shinpaku Alliance! KEHEHEHEHEHE!" Niijima yelled as he left to a smaller warehouse not to far from there.
                          
"Hai sir!" All the members yelled. "Hey, you do some work too!" One of the "lackeys" yelled at the teen holding a flag. "Hey! I have orders from General Niijima himself to never let this flag touch the ground! Do you want to feel his wrath?!" That teen yelled.
                          
"How about feeling mine?" An inhumanly deep voice said.
                          
All the teens looked to the door where light was shining in so the figure was a shadow. The figure was tall and hooded. When their eyes adjusted, they saw the figure in front of them. They wore a long cloak with a hood, fur around the edges and fingerless armored gloves and boots. On the figures face was a white mask with 3 eyes and red designs around said eyes.
                          
Everyone looked at the person in front of them. "...PFFFFFFFFT BWAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The flag bearer was the first to laugh. "Get a load of this guy, ah?" He pointed at the person, "were you lost? The geek convention is further down the street!" All the teens laughed. "Seriously dude, get outta here, big kids are doing stuff." The figure began walking towards the flag bearer. 
                          
"Oh what? You wanna fight? SHINPAKU!" He yelled and suddenly everyone there's moral shot through the roof. *CRACK* That was until the person broke the flag bearer's nose and ripped their thick flag like it was thin cloth. "Where is Niijima?"
                          
"He broke Matsui's nose!" "That fucking bastard!" "Get em!!!"
                          
Everyone in the warehouse cursed his name and charged at him. The figure chuckled and merely dodged hits the whole time, not getting hit once. "You're all street brawlers. Not one of you know how to fight." The figure said, dodging even quicker and moving at incredible paces. The person then ran to the wall inside the warehouse and scaled it. The person disappeared into the darkness of the ceiling.