~Bulletproof~ SasuSaku Mafia Story

Chapter 5 ~ Need a Break?

Suigetsu slowly crawled out of his hiding spot under old rugs in the safehouse basement. Well, safe house was a strong word - more like a house that was supposed to be safe.

His ears were still ringing. He slapped himself back into focus, and tried to stand up. His leg had been grazed by a bullet, so instant pain hit him and made him stumble back.

"Shit. Shit. SHIT!"

He hopped on one leg out the front door, staying cautious and silent. It seems like everyone was gone. No sign of Jugo, or Kabuto, or, worst of all, no sign of Sasuke. The house had been untouched, and the area outside the front door looked like a war zone with bullet cases everywhere, and droplets of blood. They were all gone.

Unable to get his thoughts in order, Suigetsu skipped back into the house, made his way to the big shelf of books, grabbed the thirteenth book from the twelfth shelf, and opened it just to find a burner phone hidden inside it, just like Karin had said it would be.

He inputted the only phone number he knew by heart, and called.

"Yes?" A deep voice answered on the other end.

"Izuna? Is that you?"

Izuna was the number two in charge, and one of Sasuke's closest cousins. He dealt mostly with crime scene cleanup jobs.

"Suigetsu, what the hell is happening? Hold on, you're on speaker with everyone here. Where is Sasuke? They were supposed to be back over an hour ago."

"Izuna... we got fucked."

"Suigetsu, what the hell is going on?" Fugaku's concerned voice echoed in the background.

"Fugaku, the cops, they were here."

"Where?!"

"The safe house! They were waiting for us! We got here, and they just fucking jumped us!"

"Okay, calm down, where is Sasuke?"

"They took him."

"So he is alive." Fugaku said quietly.

"I think so? Not enough blood out here for a dead body. Look, can you send me a car? I am injured too. I don't know where everyone is. I am kind of panicking here."

"I sent one already, stay put. We will handle this." Izuna's voice was cold and calculated, with a hint of confusion and worry disguised.

"Yes, we will get to the bottom of this." Fugaku hung up the phone.

Suigetsu collapsed on the closest chair, and whimpered in pain.

Shisui and Izuna Uchiha rushed down a long luxurious-looking hallway to a large conference-style room. Their father Madara and their uncle Fugaku were already seated. Both of the older men were mostly out by now, and were trying to enjoy their senior years without worrying too much about the family business.

Thanks to their cousin Sasuke's impeccable track record as a leader, Madara and Fugaku barely had to lift a finger that past seven years. This was highly unusual.

Without wasting any time, Shisui externalized his frustration,

"How the fuck did that pig know where our safehouse was?!"

"We must have a mole." Fugaku stared at the table.

"One thing at a time, please." Izuna did his best to sound collected. "First of all, let's figure out what to do about Sasuke. Do we know where he is?"

"Allegedly, he is detained at the highest security cell at Konoha police department." Madara spat at the mention of the police.

"We must go break him out!" Shisui was getting agitated by the second.