Night lay heavy, and Konoha's streets were deathly silent.
The daytime bustle of South Street had gradually faded, and the red lanterns outside the Konoha Military Police Force Building swayed gently in the night breeze.
A distorted spiral ripple quietly appeared beneath the eaves outside the Konoha Military Police Force Building.
Wearing the Orange Spiral Mask, Obito emerged from the void and landed lightly on the roof ridge.
After agreeing on a plan with Danzo earlier that day, Obito had turned it over in his mind, but still felt it was not secure enough.
The Lightning Release speed and cunning Uchiha Chikage had displayed left him vaguely uneasy.
If Chikage suddenly interfered when they detonated South Street tomorrow, the situation could easily spiral out of control.
The safest approach was to infiltrate the Konoha Military Police Force tonight, drag Chikage straight into the Kamui Dimension with Kamui, and eliminate him.
Once Chikage died, the Uchiha would be leaderless, and tomorrow's plan involving a hundred thousand Explosive Tags would be foolproof.
The Sharingan in Obito's eye rotated slightly.
His body turned insubstantial, passing straight through the police force's barrier and thick outer wall.
The office corridor was unlit and silent.
Obito followed the door signs, soon stopping before the wooden door marked Deputy Captain's Office.
He tightened his grip on the Black Rods hidden in his sleeve, turned intangible again, and passed through the door.
The room was pitch-black.
Obito quickly scanned the entire room, ready to launch a surprise attack.
However, the space behind the broad desk was empty, and there was no one on the couch beside it either.
A tea set sat on the desk, with half a cup of cold goji berry water still remaining.
A neatly written note lay beside the cup.
A line of large,