144 Lorean Unleashed (1/2)

Garp looked on gob smacked as he saw the young man flinch backwards. The bullet barely grazing the man's clothes. The mere sound of the gun shot had almost forced him into action, only his years of experience and training had stopped it.

He could not help but curse in his mind silently, he had made it clear that no one was to make any more noise then they absolutely had to. All of the lights on deck had been killed, and the dark tint to the ship's colours made it almost completely camouflaged within the recesses of the moonless darkness.

Yet, here he was, a bungling fool of the highest proportions blowing what little chance that they had on the island in their ill decided rescue mission.

With steel in his eyes, Garp looked on at the scene. Unfortunately there could be no failure on the mission that had been assigned, the asset was too important. If not, he would have been the first to call it a day and return to headquarters. Sengoku could give him an earful for all he cared.

As the bullet darted past the man on the beach, Garp held his breath, hoping against hope that he did not notice the small metallic ball that had almost taken his head. Unfortunately the man in question was Lorean, and he was in a piss poor mood to top it off.

With an enraged glare he scathingly looked at conspicuously silent sea, in moments he could see the silhouette of the offending vessel. He debated it in his head too, weather pulverizing the solitary naval vassal would take enough time to put his crewmates in any tangible danger.

Then he made his way farther, the lives that he held in his hands was more important. True he had just been shot at, but if they wanted him to take any action they would have to try harder than that.

His gait became more guarded as he ran, purpose in his steps as he made his way towards the town.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, a certain captain on board the offending ship decided that a single shot was not enough. They had already made some noise, it would be too risky to let the man go.

”Fire.” he called out softly as he let his hand fall through the air.

A hail of bullets followed the ill given order as the marines on board rained lead pellets at the man's retreating figure. Most never touched him and the few that got close enough to actually make contact were all mysteriously avoided.

Garp stared in shock. He had never seen anyone use Soru as the man in front of him had just done. It was Soru too, Garp would know too it had been the technique of the six powers that he had spent the most time mastering.

With a sinking heart Garp could not help but glower, for somewhere in his heart he knew that this extraction mission would not e as easy as he had first thought it to be. This man that he saw would put a damper on their mission, he just knew it.

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