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A/N: I know I haven't updated in a long time, but here's a little filler to hold you over while I write the next chapter! This was originally posted on tumblr, but I've revised it since its posting date.

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If there was one thing Tsunade loved about her job, it was the ability to get quality sake at any hour of the day. Like, say, one-fifteen in the morning. It was a habit for her—a disapproved vice—that she couldn't quite let go of since her late twenties. No matter what that cantankerous, old pervert Jiraiya said, sake was her best friend, her lover, her light in the hour of darkness.

As in, even when she was drunk off her ass, Tsunade would still be able to find that smooth porcelain of the sake cup.

She sat in her office, savoring the sweet imported taste of expensive rice wine, with her favorite series playing on the plasma T.V. she had Shizune install when she had first been promoted to Department Head. She sipped from her cup languidly while reaching out for a dango skewer. It was new episode tonight, but she was a little disappointed to see that it was only a filler rather than progressive action towards the plot's development.

Her amber eyes remained riveted to the screen, chuckling here and there when the main character did something especially silly. Tsunade was supremely comfortable reclining in her plush chair with her bare feet crossed on top of the desk. It was her way to unwind after a long day of murder, interrogations, and all things that come with running an underground organization of assassins.

She supposed that she could go home, but there was a large scale operation tonight. One that—if she was correct—would put an end to an international drug ring that was quickly becoming a splinter in her ass. If the two designated operatives managed to take out the drug lord like they are supposed to, then that splinter would be removed and she could go on her merry way.

The mission coordinator hadn't told her who he had assigned to the mission, but she was hoping it was someone competent enough to get the job done swiftly and quietly. It wouldn't do to have local police sticking their noses in places they don't belong, or launching a large scaled investigation.

If there was one thing Tsunade hated, it was damage control. She despised damage control.

It cost the department money she didn't want to spend, man power she didn't want to waste, and the type of organization that she didn't even have.

Yes, botched missions never failed to make her blood boil.

Pulling a piece of dango from the bamboo skewer and popping it into her mouth, Tsunade hummed as the sweet syrup coated her tongue. Her rose lips quirked at something a character said, but her brow arched in curiosity when "BREAKING NEWS" ran across the top of the screen in a bright red band.

On a whim, because Tsunade avoided the news when she wasn't obligated to watch them, she switched to the corresponding channel and her brows arched higher into her hairline at the woman with pristine hair and perfect makeup standing in front of a pompous night club illuminated by strobing police lights.

Chewing slowly and removing her legs from her desk, eyes riveted to the screen, Tsunade grabbed the television remote and turned the volume up.

"Shot fired tonight in Tanzaku," the young news reporter started, "a luxury night club located in downtown Konoha. Witnesses say that the large scale shooting happened after a man clad in only a towel came barreling through night club patrons as two men chased after him."

Tsunade's jaw clenched as the reporter turned to a man wrapped in a blanket and holding a steaming Styrofoam cup, "Sir, you said that you saw what happened? Could you describe for us what it looks like in there?"

"Y-yeah," the brown haired man nodded jerkily, "It's a blood bath in there! Two crazies came in and ran after this fu—beep—guy and then these other guys came outta nowhere and started shooting, and they shot back! What the fu—beep!"

"Sir, do you know what these men looked like?"

"No," the man shook his head, "But I think one of them was blonde and the other had black or brown hair, I couldn't tell."

"Shizune!" Tsunade hurriedly shouted into the intercom on her desk as she lurched to her feet, her blazing amber eyes pasted to the screen as the reporter continued to speak.

"Sources say that there are dozens of victims inside, and that the club is absolutely destroyed. Police are actively investigating the horrific sight and ask that you travel in groups tonight. Please stay safe, and stay tuned for more information. Back to you—"

"Hai, Tsunade-sama?" Shizune poked her frazzled head into the office, her eyes widening at the images displaying across the News channel.

Oh, hell.

"Just where are Uzumaki and Uchiha?!"

Two Cents: This was written long before the tragic shooting in Orlando, so I apologize if this triggers some of you.