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- "Home Sweet Home" is the first episode of the eighth season of Entourage.
- (kurze Zeit später, im Arbeitszimmer von Salvatore Leones Gentlemen-Club)
* Salvatore Leone (freudig): Hey! Also, da ist er, hm?
* Salvatore: Hör zu, Toni. Ich weiß, du hast gute Arbeit für uns geleistet, und ich weiß, du warst lange auf Tauchstation. Deshalb trittst du mal eine Weile kürzer, hm?
* Salvatore: Vincenzo kümmert sich um dich. Brauchst du Geld? Frag ihn!
* Salvatore: Brauchst du ’nen Job, besorgt dir Lucky was. Kann man mehr von der Familie verlangen? So gut hat’s nicht mal mein Sohn.
* Toni Cipriani (überrascht): Aber, Mr. Leone... Verbindet uns nicht was? Ich hab viel für diese Familie getan.
* Toni: Und jetzt machen Sie mich zum Befehlsempfänger von diesem... diesem... Das find ich aber nicht richtig!
* Salvatore: Toni, ich weiß, was du getan hast, und keiner ist dankbarer als ich, ehrlich. Aber dass du hier reinspazierst und meine Anweisungen in Frage stellst, ist offen gesagt... unangebracht, capiche?
* Toni (resignierend): Verstehe, Boss.
* Salvatore: Wenn du also was brauchst, meld dich bei Vincenzo an, in Atlantic Quay. Er kümmert sich um dich, stimmt’s, Lucky?
* Vincenzo Cilli: Natürlich, Boss. Ist doch klar! (zu Toni) Weißt du was? Fahren wir gleich hin.
- Home Sweet Home is the first storyline mission in Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories, given to protagonist Toni Cipriani by Vincenzo Cilli. The mission is triggered automatically at the start of the game, following the opening introduction.
- Home Sweet Home is a townhouse on Fort Royal on the Ice Ocean. The building was formerly owned by Swashpario. Image:Icon boarding house.pngArr! This article about a building in Puzzle Pirates be a stub. Ye can help YPPedia by [ expanding it].
- Home Sweet Home is the 34th episode of Bakugan Battle Brawlers. It aired on July 17, 2008 in English.
- "Home Sweet Home" is an upcoming episode.
- Before we set out in search of the old shaman, we need to store up more supplies and equipment for such a long journey.
- « Home sweet Home » est la première mission dans Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories, donnée par Vincenzo Cilli. La mission commence automatiquement après l'introduction du jeu.
- Home Sweet Home (ホームスイートホーム, Hōmusuītohōmu) es el primer opening de la pelicula Naruto la película: ¡El Rescate de la Princesa de la Nieve!.
- Jin Seo y Yoon Hee son compañeras de clase de la escuela secundaria y rivales cuyos diferentes antecedentes familiares formaron sus carácteres y sus caminos hacia el amor y el éxito en la edad adulta. Jin Seo desarrolla una personalidad calida y alegre así como una capacidad intelectual superior, mientras Yoon Hee se convierte en una mujer hermosa con un encanto fatal. Sin embargo, Jin Seo se encuentra más tarde como una madre soltera y divorciada que está siendo investigada, junto con su ex-marido, por su participación en un caso de asesinato. El proceso es complicado cuando el joven detective del homicidio se interesa románticamente en ella.
- Home Sweet Home is a Season 7 episode of Rugrats.
- Home Sweet Home is the 2nd chapter in Mafia II.
- Home sweet home is a holodisk in Fallout 3.
- "This is it, Michael. The fabled 'Road of Terror.'" "Road of Terror," huh? What a terrible, clichéd name for a stupid backwoods cobble street. I stood there with my buddy Terrence, looking down this mysterious road. It obviously was a path less traveled, I chuckled to myself. The pavement was cracking, and moss was shoving itself in the crevices and nooks. Deer were frolicking carelessly on either side; an adorable bunny passed right in front of us. The sun was out and shining, not something I would have expected from a "haunted" road. "You nervous, bro?" Terrence asked me, in his trademark surfer-dude dialect. "Why should I be? Are the rabbits gonna gang-bang me?" "I dunno, bro. This place is bad news." Rumor has it that some kids a month back went biking on this road and never returned home. People claim to have seen their corpses laying around a dilapidated shed, stripped down to the bones and devoid of any blood. Then again, these people were the ones behind the school, passing joints around. Like Terrence. "Well, I suppose it's my turn to die today." "Don't say that, bro-ski. You never seen Final Destination? That kind of shit will get you killed, dude." "Don't tell me you're scared of this little urban legend." "Of course I'm not! I'm just looking out for you." "I appreciate it, Terrence, but it's not like there's some anorexic man coming to get me." With that, I decided to explore this rundown street, with or without Terrence. I had to find the truth. "Alright, dude. Have it your way. I'm gonna be back at my house puffing up a doobie if you need me." Terrence then turned and left me. Oh well, I thought, it wasn't the first time I had been left. Walking down the road, the most dangerous I found was the uneven pavement. There were many times when I thought my ankle was going to flip shit and pop out through my skin. Honestly, it was quite the picturesque place to walk alone. Birds were chirping merrily in the branches, trying to get some booty action with the other gender. Wolf pups were running through the underbrush, tackling each other playfully. The crunch of twigs and the skittering of pebbles as I walked made for some interesting ambient noise. Kids these days and their outlandish tales of Hell on Earth; obviously no one took the time to observe the depths of this scenic forest. I must have walked for hours before I heard a distant noise coming from behind me. It was approaching quickly, I could tell that much. What could it be? Who could it be? I turned around and saw a young boy riding towards me on a rugged bike. He had to be around twelve or thirteen, only a few years my junior. As he came closer to me (never looking me in my eyes, strangely enough), I could see that his face was streaked with mud. His eyes were glazed over, and his mouth was closed, unsmiling. He rode on past me, as if I wasn't there. Suddenly, as if blindfolded from behind, my vision went dark, and I felt my knees hit the pavement. "Daddy, wait for me!" Pumping furiously, I was struggling to keep up with my father. The road beneath me flew by like a treadmill; the trees on either side were but a blur. As I trailed far behind my dad, I could barely make out fuzzy human-like figures standing by the edges of the road. One of them looked like my mother; she was down on her knees, her eyes wild and pleading. "Michael, you got to let go! You're going too fast!" At the time, I was too young to understand the meaning behind her words. Of course, I understood now, only after I came crashing to the pavement. Light flooded my surroundings. As my pupils adjusted, I noticed that I was kneeling in a pool of blood. Must have fallen pretty hard to the ground, I speculated. I rose to my feet and found scratches on my legs. Wiping the blood with my hands, I kept moving down the road, hoping to catch up to the young boy. The hours were slipping through my hands as I continued down that abandoned road. I was alone, save for the wild animals and my own shadow. The solitude was getting to me. Once, I thought that my shadow had somehow grown smaller, conforming to the shape of a young boy. The trees weren't so inviting anymore, as well. They cast gruesome silhouettes on the ground, and I swore that I could see faces in the leaves. No matter, I told myself. I must find that boy. I didn't even know why I was so fixated on that child; there was just something inside me that needed to know what happened to him, and where he was going. A wooden house rose before my eyes in the distance. Candles illuminated the windows, lending an eerie, ominous feeling to the house. There was a fence gate guarding the pathway to the front doors; I opened it, trying to ignore the grating creaks and moans. Something about this house was off; maybe it was the fact that it was cleanly split down the middle into two "houses." I chose to enter the left house area. Walking through the hallway, I noticed that it was exceptionally well-kept, for being out in the middle of nowhere. Paintings hung perfectly on the wall, not tilted or off-kilter in any way. The tiles underfoot were so shiny I could have fixed my hair, using them as a mirror. The checkerboard pattern, however, finally unnerved me. I felt like all this neatness was meant to hide some dark secret. I entered a bedroom and was greeted by a luxurious king-size bed made for two. The pillows were side by side, all fluffed up and welcoming, and the sheets were neatly tucked under the mattress. I saw a picture frame sitting on a dresser next to the bed. Picking it up, I noticed that the picture inside was torn into two equal pieces. What I saw next chilled me to the core; the picture was of me, my mother, and my father. The tear split me and my mom away from my dad. It was too much for me to handle; I collapsed to the ground, and slipped into unconsciousness. "Daddy, where are you going?" "Son, you don't want to know." Why was my dad walking away with those strange men? And why were there metal circles around his hands? I couldn't figure out what was going down, so I ran into my mother's arms, crying my eyes out. She knelt down and snuggled my head into her shoulder as she cried with me. There were a lot of angry people standing around, chanting hurtful things about my dad. "I hope you rot in Hell!" "Stay in prison, you sick bastard!" "Don't drop the soap, bitch!" My mother hurried me into our car and buckled me into the back seat. "Michael, honey, I want you to know that I love you, and that even though Daddy will be busy for a while, you will still get to see him some." I had nothing to say to her. Instead I sat there, just looking at the people through my window. Some were shouting, some were crying; I had the awful feeling that my dad was somehow responsible for why they felt the way they did. I guess maybe that headless boy in our shed had something to do with it. Coming to, my legs jolted, and my right knee hit the bed. A loud thud resonated through the house; hopefully there wasn't anyone still living here, I thought, with an underlying feeling that I was alone. Feeling that my tour here was effectively done, I opted to visit the other portion of this house. Walking out the front door, I made a left turn and headed through the other door. This side of the house was dirty and all-around untidy. Clothing garments were strewn about the floor. Dog feces stank up the whole building, and I had to cover my nose to keep from fainting. I noticed pictures of my father on the wall; in every one of them stood a younger me, but never my mother. It seems like she was once a part of the pictures, but there were only holes cutting out the places where she should have been. Suddenly, the door opened behind me, and I was greeted by my father. "Michael, my boy, I've been waiting to see you for so long!" My dad ran up and gave me a big bear hug. I remembered how he would do this every time he came home from work. I would even wait by the door for him, so that I could surprise him with a bear hug of my own. We were close to each other. Some might say we were too close. Then again, those people's children became our compost. So it all worked out in the end. "Son, how have you been? How was your day?" "Fine. I was just playing with my friends." "Well, that explains why there's mud on your face." Dad stuck his hand out and wiped the mud off my face. A little surprised, as I could have sworn I didn't get dirty, I looked into the nearest mirror. Even though it was badly cracked, I could make out the reflection of a twelve-year-old boy, standing by his middle-aged father's side. "Son, you want to see what I brought home today?" "Sure thing!" I raced Dad out back to our shed. The fact that there were skeletons lining the outside was of no interest to me; I had seen them plenty of times before. It was time for someone new for me to play with. Running inside, I was greeted by a boy hanging from the ceiling upside-down. His mouth was duct-taped shut, and his eyes were brimming with tears. "Who is this, Daddy?" "Doesn't matter, now does it? Before too long, there won't be enough left of him to figure out who he is." I couldn't with Dad's logic. Dad was a pretty smart man; you couldn't be dumb to dupe the police. Dad handed me a blood-stained butcher's knife. "Here, son. You get the honors this time." I had been waiting for this day for a while now. With one swing of my arm, the knife lopped the boy's head clean off. His head rolled up against the wall, and came to rest shortly thereafter. "Congrats, my boy! You're getting so strong now!" I smiled. Dad truly loved me. He loved me more than my mother ever did. However, I never could bring myself to kill her. You got to have some moral boundaries, right?
- "Fine, fine," sighed the clerk in a defeated tone. He took the papers back, stacked them neatly and tucked them away in a drawer in his desk. "You are now officially enrolled in the House of Fox. Your training will begin tomorrow morning. You will do as you are told, and if you fail to do so, the House of Fox reserves the right to terminate your training and your contract at any time. Do you have any questions?" "Weall ..." Brox replied. "Good!" the clerk snapped. "Welcome to the House of Fox. Guard!' A soldier emerged from the doorway at the far end of the room. "Sir?" The clerk was pulling out a fresh set of papers for the next new recruit. "Show the new apprentice to his quarters," the clerk instructed the guard without bothering to look up. The guard gestured to Brox to follow him. The two of them then walked down another hallway. They turned to the left, then the right, then the left again, then down a flight of steep stone stairs. After a couple more turns at the bottom of the staircase, Brox decided that he was completely lost. He wondered if he'd ever be able to find his way out of the castle. They were now in a hallway with a dozen doors on either side. The guard stopped in front of one of the doors and pushed it open. "Here you go," he grinned at Brox. "Home sweet home." Brox stepped inside and blinked twice; the lighting in the room amounted to one sputtering torch. He was about to ask the guard a question, but the door closed behind him and he heard the guard's footsteps on the stone pavement, heading back toward the staircase. For one frightening moment Brox thought he had been locked inside, and that he was a prisoner. But he pulled at the latch of the door and it swung open, much to his relief. He closed the door again and looked around the room. It was small and shabby, but he had seen worse. The room had a small bed --- just a cot, really --- but it had two blankets and a pillow. The blankets would surely come in handy, because the room was cold. There was also a desk with a chair, a few pieces of parchment, an inkwell, a pen, a candle and a couple of books. Best of all, there was a small closet containing three sets of clothing, all of them emblazoned with the symbol of the House of Fox. The clothing was too large for the skinny Brox, but it was of better quality than his road-stained garb, so he quickly undressed and put on one of his new outfits, consisting of cream-colored breeches, black socks and a rust-red shirt. There were no shoes in the closet, so he made do with the ones he had worn into the castle. Brox had no mirror in which to admire himself, but he was certain that, in his new clothes, he was now ready for his dinner with the royals. He had to look his best for that!
- Aparece Naruto en el césped viendo el cielo y las nubes, después el viento mueve unas flores y se puede ver un arcoiris, montañas de nieve y unos arboles. Aparecen unas banderas y esta cayendo nieve y aparece una banda que están festejando el reinado de Koyuki, la cual esta arrodillada y muy feliz. Ella se levanta y ve a su nación, voltea a ver abajo y ve a unos niños alegres y a Sandayu Sosetsu y se admira, que desaparecieron de la nada y entonces toca el collar. Ve al cielo y después de decir unas palabras, se encuentra con el equipo 7.
- Home Sweet Home is the 25th episode of Season Six and the overall 145th episode. It was aired on May 19, 1995. It was written by Sara V. Finney and Vida Spears and directed by John Tracy.
- "Home Sweet Home" is the third episode of Season Four of Californication.
- "Home Sweet Home" was the first episode of Series 1. It was first broadcast on 12 August 2008. This marked the first appearance of Donald Danbury, Edward Singh and Abby Jones, the former two appear in every episode since.
- Home sweet Home is an insert song from Kamen Rider Agito. It was performed by Rina Akiyama.
- Home Sweet Home According to the Earther calendar, the date is March 21, 2392. 324 Bamberga. Why are we on the sixteenth largest asteroid in the main belt? Starhawk picked it. He said he would feel safe here because “It's big, but not one of the really big ones, so no one should bother us”. I think he just liked the name. I like it because it's as near as I can get to home – Mars – Gongen. Of the million asteroids with a diameter greater than a kilometer, we ended up on this medium-sized one. If you add up the mass of all of them it would not quite equal the mass of Luna. As long as it's safe and will allow us to plan, organize, store materials, and recruit, I think I can call it home – for a while. It's going to be a long road, and a tricky one, before we can convince our ignorant and arrogant peoples into forming the proper alliances, and force the eventual peace we have in mind. We had to establish a base as soon as possible. We chose the interior of this asteroid, to attract as little attention as possible. Work is progressing very slowly. Mining was tough at first. We didn't want a halo of rocks and dust orbiting the asteroid. We didn't want to fly through that every time we lifted off or landed, so we had to avoid tossing up debris from the mining machines. Gravity here is extremely low, and it could take weeks for a casually kicked rock to land, so we had to erect a large rip-stop tent around the base before we started. The entrance to our sanctuary, and thus the beginning of our excavations, is in the deepest valley available. We hope the surrounding “hills” will provide some shelter from the coming storms. Fortunately, Bamberga is a low density asteroid. At 1.8g/cm3, it is less dense than the Dwarf Planet Ceres (2.05g/cm3 ), and her sisters, Pallas (4.2g/cm3) and Vesta (4.3g/cm3). It is about a third as dense as Earth - near 5.5g/cm3, the highest in the Solar system. That makes it easier to mine since its materials are less well packed. Plus it has natural cavities that we are able to exploit. The ground here is mostly stable, but not consistent. Some regions are porous and easily broken, like volcanic ash. Other places are rich in metals, the ores containing the raw materials we will need later. There is another reason not to jettison materials as we mine them. We refine the rocks as we go. They take up less volume in their purified states, so the overall mass of this place does not change, and we have a ready supply of many useful substances. Even small amounts of water can be extracted, but not enough. When we first arrived, it was eerie to stand topside and see this dark world curve away from us in every direction. It looked like we were on top of a mountain, but if we would walk in any direction, we would never actually get “down”. Growing up on Gongen, watching adventure vids, I got the impression that the Asteroid Belt was a dangerous place that could only be traversed by experts or madmen. Nothing could be further from the truth. We rarely get close enough to another sizable rock to be concerned. We know they are there, and we track them as we come and go, but they are easy to avoid because they are so spread out. Much more likely threats are pebble-sized, but they are present throughout the solar system. We take standard precautions and have had no problems with them. How do we walk? Very carefully. On the surface it can be done, but only with training and patience. Since a 200lb person would weigh less than 1/3 of one pound when standing on the surface, most situations require the use of smart-jets. They give a small push on the top of your feet to keep you gently fixed to the ground. They activate when your feet are close to the ground, so you can even walk up cliff-faces if gravity is low enough. It's not a perfect system. It forces you to waddle like a duck and balance on one foot while relocating the other foot. It is slow and tiring, because you must fight against the thrust of the miniature rockets until you can pull your foot at least 10cm away from the surface. This asteroid has a mass of about 1.1X10^19kg and thus a surface gravity of only 0.014 m/s². If you jump off of a 1m high platform, it will take you 12 seconds to reach the ground. If you are standing on the ground and carefully jump up 0.25 meters in a controlled manner, it will take 12 seconds to get back to the floor. If you are careless enough to forget and you push as if you were on Earth, you will end up almost 1240m above the surface of Bamberga, and it will take you more than 14 minutes to get back down. On the interior, we have other techniques. On a smaller asteroid that might spin faster, we would smooth the surfaces that face topside, and take advantage of the spin by walking with our feet toward the outside. If you walk fast enough, centripetal force would be much greater than gravity and you would be able to get from place to place with little difficulty. This technique is almost impossible for us to use, even in corridors that are parallel to the surface, because Bamberga spins so slowly – once every 1.23 Earth days. Instead we are making two varieties of corridor. Corridors between adjoining rooms will not generally need to be large, so we are making them straight, smooth and narrow, so we can use our hands and feet to maintain our position. In emergencies, we could simply launch ourselves at the far end and hope our aim is true. Larger corridors will be bored to specific “rooms” that will eventually house equipment, machinery, and larger necessities. Starhawk's people have developed a type of three-tracked vehicle that acts as an elevator and crane for large packages. Each chamber will be hemispherical to provide several advantages. This shape is easy to bore out of the interior of the asteroid, and creates large floor spaces without needing any extra ceiling support. Plus the roof can act as an extra walkway and allow for very tall shelves. We can't use spherical rooms because there IS some gravity. In a spherical room everything would eventually "fall" to one small section of the room. One must simply push off of the floor while in the right position to begin walking around on the vaulted ceiling. So when we run around the inside of one of our rooms, there is not much difference between the outer side and the inner side. It's almost as if our home isn't rotating at all. The deeper we bore, the less gravity there is. That is the other reason we began our project in the deepest valley we could find – so we would start out as close to the center as possible. There are other benefits to being here. Bamberga does occasionally get close to Gongen because of its high eccentricity. At perihelion it's only 1.775 AU's from the sun. At aphelion it goes out to 3.591 AU's. Mars generally resides around 1.5 AU's. With its long year (4.4XEarth) we will be in a window to make a quick trip “down” to Gongen twice per Bamberga year and 4 times for Earth. The escape velocity is a mere 0.23 km/s (one fiftieth that of Earth's). It is difficult to comprehend, and even more difficult to sense, but our average orbital speed around the sun is less than 19 kilometers per second. We must rocket ahead or Bamberga and accelerate to more than 23 kps to rendezvous with Gongen and almost 30 to meet with Earth. However we must fly retrograde and slow down to “climb” up to Jupiter's orbit. Nature's ironies never cease to amaze. Because we are about 2 AU's from Sol, it is only one fourth as bright as it would appear from Earth. That makes the night sky even more beautiful than I could have dreamed. The atmosphere of Gonden and Earth and their proximity to our home star combine to block out most stars. When traveling in a ship there are moments when you can see the uncountable stars, but those moments are fleeting. Since we rotate about once every 1.226 Earth days and have positioned our observation room on the "equator", we have a long slow night almost 15 hours long, full of stars. We can risk leaving here about once every 30 sleep cycles. We must stockpile water, food, tools and weapons. The first several weeks were the hardest since we had to live on the ship until the first “rooms” were complete. We had to purchase air purification and re-breathing systems, but we were able to fabricate our own heater systems. Without these, the average temperature, 172K (-101oC), would make things more than a bit uncomfortable. I miss Gongen. Going from a world half the size of Earth to a rock with a diameter of 230 kilometers takes some getting used to. It does not seem to affect Starhawk. He has lived much of his life on moons and aboard ships. When I look out into space, Earth and Gongen/Mars are both fairly bright at the moment but that changes from month to month. I wonder if either my family or perhaps my sensei ever look up at this rock. Why would they? This rock is not conspicuous, moving slowly across a background of stars. A child looking through a telescope might think this was a star, but every astronomer's computer can tell him that it is not so far away after all. I do not want my people to know that I am here. Not yet. Bamberga is both a C-type and a P-type asteroid. It is carboniferous and metallic with low albedo. This it not actually a good thing. Because of its low reflectivity, our activities may be more obvious than they would be on a bright world, so we must be extra careful with engine flares and other energy emissions. Obviously we couldn't go to Ceres. That's the busiest part of the asteroid belt. It is the biggest asteroid by far and the only truly round one. Fortunately, we have friends that do have access to its water supplies. Ceres, a G-type asteroid with a 4.6 year orbit, has as much ice as Earth has fresh water, so the relatively small amounts we purchase may not catch anyone's attention. I was taught in history classes that Ceres was discovered on January 1, 1801, and was classified as a planet, as were 2 Pallas (B-type protoplanet), 3 Juno (S-type) and 4 Vesta. As soon as astronomers realized that there were perhaps millions of asteroids, it was demoted and for almost 100 years, the solar system was back to having 8 planets. Although Pluto became planet number 9 for the better part of a century, early in the 21st century they reclassified Pluto and Ceres as Dwarf Planets. Ceres is so useful today, that the distinction doesn't matter. Pluto, on the other hand, is still useless. It was Herschel that first coined the word Asteroid, right? We thought about going to Vesta. That would have been a purely symbolic gesture because the Earthers are so afraid of the debris from Vesta. Many NEAs seem to be from old Vesta impacts. Although there is plenty of room in Vesta to make a home, we opted for a more secluded area. Kirkwood gaps... (when plotting orbital periods vs number of asteroids) There are gaps in the main belt. At those distances from the sun the period (according to Kepler's 3rd law) would be in resonance with Jupiter and thus affected by Jupiter's gravitational pull greatly, thus eliminated from that distance, eventually. Based on spectra which has to do with surface content... C-group (contains C-type, B-type and G-type) type carbon S-type silicon X-group (contains M-type metal)
- "Keep it down up there. We're not here to question our mission, only to complete it." A woman spoke up. She was the commander of the 6 man squad. "Bringing back this girl is all we're going to do, whether it be peacefully or by force." Steam emanated from her mask as she spoke, the chilling air making the conditions of the missions much more displeasing. The other four ninja in the treetops descended as they reached the edge of the forest as a large, impressive, and rather intimidating village came into view. "Looks like we're getting close." A small kunoichi spoke up from behind Chieko. Yumiko had only just graduated from the academy when she was assigned to a team and given this mission. The reason for this was for her exemplary tracking abilities. No ninja in the village could come close to her skill. It was Yumiko who allowed for her team to track and locate their other targets quicker than they would have without her. She tugged at her bow and quiver on her back. "Easy there, rook. We aren't here to kill." Chieko responded. She placed her hand out to ease Yumiko's excitement. "Besides, you've only just started as a ninja. What action could you hope to see?" The group continued forward, a pouting Yumiko and a stern Chieko at the forefront. Chieko held up a fist in order to stop the group. "Before I forget. Everyone, give me your hands. This is just in case anything goes wrong." She explained as she placed her hand on each of team members'. "Now, let's get this done." Meanwhile, the target being hunted by the Uzushio shinobi, was going back from her mission, strolling directly towards them. She seemed to be a graceful woman with long, thick, silky hair. Tinted with a pure black glow, moving freely in the wind as she jumped from branch to branch. Her face was a beauty. She possessed pale skin with red-hued eyes, decorating her face with make-up. She surely took care of her appearance. As for her clothing, it didn't look like that of a normal Kunoichi, it seemed to be for someone of great importance as it didn't even give a single indication of being a shinobi outfit. She wore a bright red, sleeveless kimono that ended in the middle of her thighs coming off as a short skirt. A piece of cloth covered her forearm starting from her elbow as it tightly griped her arm due to the elastic nature of the tip of the cloth. Then coming down as a loose piece of cloth. Her clothes were made out of silk, a highly soft material that is only used by those who possess great prestigious position. Her outfit was notably revealing a lot of skin. That woman was known as Shikaze, the most dangerous wind release user in all Amegakure. She was moving from branch to branch, tree to tree with a graceful fluent movement. She felt the slight presence of a Genin level shinobi as the others managed to mask their chakra. "oh? what do we have here?" she said. After concentrating her sensory perception, she was able to notice the presence of a few other shinobi in her way. While they showed no hostile indications, Fūrin kept her guard up as she made her way towards them. The wind picked slightly, sending slight shivers down the spines of the Uzushiogakure shinobi. Yumiko, however, was used to harsh conditions when she hunted. One of her hunts lasted over two days in multiple enviorments. The genin lifted her nose up into the air and took two quick sniffs before turning around and spotting an approaching figure. "Hold on, guys. I think we have something here." The other five ninja turned around to see the same figure coming towards their position. "Let's check it out." Chieko motioned for the others to follow. The darkness of their outfits hid them decently but they were illuminated by the cracking thunder and lightning. Chieko's eyes also brightened as she walked towards what she could now make out as a woman. "Excuse me, madam, but we're here on behalf of our Daimyō." Chieko began. "We are here to gather all inhabitants of Uzushiogakure and return them to the homeland. If you know of anyone who has such an affiliation to our land, it is imperative that release this information to us." Yumiko eyed the woman closely with an indifferent glare while the other four ninja simply watched Chieko as she spoke to the woman. She seems pretty oddly dressed for someone from around here. Yumiko thought. Her scrutiny was soon interrupted as one of her team members nudged her shoulder. "Don't stare so much." He whispered, making her frown. She touched her quiver of arrows absent-mindedly as she waited for Chieko to finish her rambling. "Uzu-shio?" said Fūrin with a surprised look on her visage. She was aware of her lineage to the Fūjin clan. She knew that Uzushiogakure was getting back on its feet as it was rumored that if any shinobi with lineage to Uzushio was found outside the village and refused to submit to Uzushio's forces; they would be considered as missing-nin, which endangers Fūrin as she would be blacklisted and chased by Uzushio. However, these were all mere rumors. Fūrin had unfinished business in Ame, she needed to settle certain issues before even thinking of returning to her origins. Fūrin brushed her hair wit her hands as she continued "Nonsense, I'm no Uzushio kunoichi. I belong to Amegakure." she said simply to avoid clashing against the Uzushio shinobi for no apparent reason. Chieko frowned slightly. "I never asked if you were one." She took a small step forward in an almost intimidating manner. Yumiko looked at her senior leader with mean glare. And she told me not to get hostile. She clenched her fists and folded her arms, knowing that she couldn't do anything without authorization. Chieko continued to look at Fūrin before speaking again. "You're one of them, aren't you?" She asked. "Everyone stay alert. If she's anything like our research dictates, her Wind Style is potentially deadly." Chieko ordered, making all of the ninja take up preemptive stances. Yumiko unsheathed her now with haste, holding it in one hand and keeping another hand near her quiver to grab an arrow if necessary. "If you'll only cooperate, we won't have to use force. We want to resolve this as nonviolently as possible. The choice is yours." Chieko warned as she backed away in battle stance. All of the ninja kept the guards up and were prepared to deal with a situation like this one. They were specifically hand-picked to handle a member of the Fūjin. Yumiko seemed most ready to battle, seeing as she also withheld the Wind Style. "So, what's your answer?" Fūrin closed her eyes in disappointment before she let out a small sigh. "My Wind-style is potentially deadly? Looks like there's not use hiding it. After all, I'm not the deceptive type. Will I cooperate? In your dreams. I have unfinished business here. I'm not coming with you. And trust me, the only one here who can put up a fight is the loud-mouth." she said referring to Chieko. "The little girl is clearly a Genin and the rest won't stand a chance, I'm not outnumbered, trust me. So listen, loud-mouth. If you value the life of your teammates, you better leave now. I have no reason to take the hostile route, don't force me to. Leave immediately." Fūrin said with arrogance in her tone. She knew that the only potential danger was Chieko, her chakra level was clearly superior to her peers. "Ugh, if you're going to be difficult then we'll just have go with force!" Yumiko barked, loading an arrow into the string of her bow aimed straight towards Fūrin. Chieko sighed in annoyance with both Yumiko's audacity and Fūrin's opposition. "That's fine, but our mission isn't done here until we bring back our targets." Chieko stated. "But no one said we couldn't do a little damage." She pulled out a single smoke bomb and whispered a string of mantras, threw it into the ground and ended with a small grin. Yumiko only looked at Chieko in surprise. She's already done it. She said, shaking her head. The genin continued to aim at her prey, ready to strike at a moment's notice. "Go easy on her, Captain." Chieko had airway tuned Yumiko out. She focused on the woman shorter than her. Her main objective was to secure her with minimal damage being done, which would likely prove to be a difficult task. Another crack of stormy thunder and Chieko seemingly disappeared with blinding speed, appearing in front of Fūrin with a blade to slash at her. Her free hand went up to grab her hair to pull at it and submit her. The Fūjin prodigy had somewhat of a passive reaction to what went on around her. It seemed as if she entered another zone outside the battle. A zone where she analyzed every portion of the battlefield. It seemed as if she was deaf as she only heard the sound of her thoughts due to her deep focus "I need to be careful, the opponents seem to have an idea about my fighting style, they could be Taijutsu, Ninjutsu or even Genjutsu users for all I know, caution is necessary for this one." she thought as her chain of thoughts was interrupted by Chieko who appeared in front of her instantly, attempting to slash at her and grab her silky hair. In a mere instant, a giant monstrous arm with a magical blue glow appeared to protect Fūrin from the initial assault, then attempting to grab Chieko. Fūrin was focused on the battlefield as a whole, she noticed that Chieko abandoned her teammates for a second, which gave her the chance to assault. Chieko threw a smoke bomb near the area of her comrades. It was useful enough to mask her movement, yet it obscured the vision of her comrades. Fūrin could determine the location of the shinobi through her sensory perception. Moulding a certain amount of wind-natured chakra in her arms, then transferring it to her fingers in an instant, she fired hurling wind blades at Yumiko by moving her arm in a swinging motion. The smoke obscured the vision of the Genin, not to mention, the attack was invisible, which proved to be very dangerous for the child. She's fast, as should be expected. Chieko thought as she shifted her momentum to avoid the brunt of Fūrin's attack. As the fingers began to close, Chieko used her previous markings to escape to Yumiko's position. Her momentum from the jump caused both Yumiko and Chieko to be knocked to the ground. The smoke cloud was cleared away but the two kunoichi were shielded by one of the other jōnin on the team. He had seen Fūrin make a move and jumped into action as the smoke blew away, giving away the attack. A slicing noise could be heard followed by spilling blood. His body fell to the ground lifelessly and his breath began to disappear. A good ninja lost his life on what was supposed to be a simple mission but now, Chieko was infuriated. She stood up, glaring at the now very short woman. Yumiko simply stood up once more, taking aim again and waiting. The remaining three ninja also stood by, seemingly ignoring the death of their comrade. The rain would prove to be a bane for Chieko's next move but she had no choice. After putting together a few seals, a raging flame erupted from her mouth and closed in on Fūrin. With that, Chieko also threw two of her kunai into the ground. One of them landed near the base of the trees while the other landed directly in front of her. Fūrin gazed at the scene in awe as she pulled off a perfect succession of attacks, took advantage of the environment and turned Chieko's disguise to danger for her teammates, yet one of the Jōnin managed to get in the way of her attack. Her eyes widened from the scenery "Impossible, simply impossible. My attack is invisible, not to mention it was disguised by the smoke, which obscured the area. How did this Jōnin know?" she thought as she focused on the chains of actions that occurred. She noticed that the teammates cared so little for their comrade, showing no interest in his death. When concentrating on Chieko "Wha-What!? I swear she was shorter! Something's wrong." she thought as he eyes narrowed in tension. She was interrupted with fireballs coming at her. She weaved the bird hand seal, creating a vacuum in the pathway of the fire balls, extinguishing them instantly. Fūrin jumped onto another tree branch as she began analyzing the battlefield. Fūrin started revising the battle, she got a flashback when Chieko threw the smoke bomb "I swear I heard her mutter some gibberish..." she paused as she tried to see if something went wrong during the battle. She kept revising the scenes of the battle, the part where Chieko threw the smoke bomb and spoke the mantras kept ringing in her head. Her eyes opened as if she was in shock, she smirked then followed it with slight chuckles. "I got it" she spoke out loud to Chieko. "... Genjutsu. I have to say, it wasn't easy to figure out. However, you seem to have made a few flaws. If I'm not mistaken, the Genjutsu is a sound-based Genjutsu, which took place when you kept repeating the gibberish you spoke when throwing the smoke bomb. It wasn't noticeable and I couldn't understand it, which qualifies it to be the perfect trigger. You seem to have forgotten a few environmental details. First off, you made one of the Jōnin react to the attack, keeping in mind that you were the only one who saw the attack. You didn't communicate with the Jōnin in anyways, which gave away that he was part of the Genjutsu, an illusion." she paused for a second as she took her breath. "Secondly, when the man died, his teammates didn't seem to care much for their fallen comrade, despite the gore and blood that consumed the area. Even if we're shinobi, we're not machines, we have feelings. They would have shown even a slight bit of interest towards their fallen comrade. The third and most important thing..." she said as she jumped down from the tree branch to land on the ground in a fluent motion. "Notice anything different? Indeed, our heights are very much different, you seem to have made me shorter since you saw me from another perspective as I was standing on the tree branch, which made it hard to calculate my height, which made the gap noticeable." she resumed as she maintained her smirk, filled with confidence. "I'm sorry, but I think it's time to end these games." she said. Fūrin realized that she was facing a Genjutsu user, she knew that she would need to pay attention to the environment and small details as well as avoid eye contact. Her main concern was to break the Genjutsu, which would be done in a few steps. First, Fūrin needed to realize the presence of a Genjutsu, which she did since the flaws were obvious. Secondly, she needed to regain control over the chakra flow in her mind. Similar to lucid dreaming, when realizing one is in a Genjutsu, it provides an easier way to maintain control by forcing a certain thought and realizing that she was in control as it's her brain. As she trained countless times on breaking Genjutsu and practiced lucid dreaming, it wasn't immensely difficult. The final step was the actual break, Fūrin started blocking the chakra flow in her body, she weaved the ram hand seal. She then compressed the chakra in her body into her stomach, stopping the chakra flow completely, she was one step away from breaking the Genjutsu. Chieko clapped slowly, a grin of superiority on her face. "You have a good eye. Though, I'm afraid it's a bit too late for your sudden revelation." Her voice was cold and absolute, sharp like a knife. Outside of her mind, Chieko's four jōnin team members had restrained Fūrin by her extremities while Chieko moved to place a seal upon her back to keep her docile. "Secure her. Make sure she can't move a muscle." The commander ordered. Yumiko stood a ways behind the group, having kept her arrow locked onto the Wind Style user. Her task was to ensure that, if Fūrin were awaken and make trouble, she would stop her with her kyūjutsu. The shot would go straight through her heart at breakneck speed, the augmentation due to Wind making it so. Upon releasing her chakra all at once, she found herself grabbed by the Uzushio Jōnin, restraining her from movement and limiting her freedom. All her limbs were bound and she saw the young woman, Yumiko aiming the arrow at her. Not only that, but Chieko was running directly towards her with what seemed like a hostile attempt. It was clear that Yumiko was there to shoot Fūrin if she made any hostile actions, yet Fūrin couldn't wait for Chieko to strike her. "Nice try, loud-mouth" said Fūrin as she glanced at the kunoichi assaulting her. Flicking her neck the other way, she smirked and chanted the name of her technique "Kiryū Kōzoku" she then vanished in thin air, merging with the atmosphere. It was her ultimate jutsu, an advanced form of self-transmutation. She then reformed directly behind Yumiko, in an instant. Attempting a very fast strike, covering her hand with a green aura with the assistance of her advanced chakra flow. This created a giant blade covering her hand, which proved deadly for Yumiko. Fūrin is a master of silent killing, she was able to sneak behind Yumiko without creating the slightest sound. Fūrin didn't target a vital spot, she attempted to strike Yumiko beside the stomach as she didn't wish to kill the young woman. However, if Yumiko were to move, it could cost her life as Fūrin could accidentally strike her liver or abdomen. Chieko froze as she watched Fūrin disappear without the slightest visual trace. The jōnin that had held her collapsed on each other, landing in the muddy grass. It seemed as though the rainstorm has grown even closer as a lightning bolt flashed brightly and the thunder cracked so loudly that it blocked out Chieko's hearing. However, she could still see the chilling display before. Blood dripping to the ground, the shocked eyes of the ninja around her. It was almost unreal. Chieko couldn't describe what she felt at that moment. It was a mix of fear and pain. It was her blood on the ground and it was her teammates looking at her with shocked gazes. She was pierced by Fūrin's attack. "Captain!" Yumiko yelled, getting up from the ground and sheathing her tantō. Yumiko was knocked to the ground when the lightning flashed. She hadn't known what happened afterwards as the thunder clouded her hearing. However, Chieko knew what she had done. She used her Flying Thunder God, this time to save someone else. In the process, Yumiko was shoved out of the way while Chieko took the full brunt of the attack. The genin lurched forward and attempted to slash at Fūrin with her now wind-infused blade while the other jōnin moved in from the opposite side. Chieko only fell to the ground almost lifelessly, a blood trail coming from her mouth. "W-What!? she saved the genin!?" thought Fūrin as her eyes widened in shock. She didn't expect Chieko to save Yumiko, she was astonished by how Chieko got there with that speed as she didn't know that Chieko possessed the Flying Thunder God Technique. She was then faced by Yumiko who came charging at her. "Alright, that's enough. Play time's over. I'll kill all of you!" she grunted as she gave Yumiko a piercing glance. She placed her hand on her sword, which was placed by her waist. Yumiko was attempting to stab Fūrin with the Tantō. However, Fūrin was a master of Kenjutsu, she enjoyed nothing more than clashing blades with her foes. Fūrin dodged the Tantō strike, drew her sword then slashed at Yumiko with great speed, while charging towards her. "Your Bukijutsu needs honing, young one. One doesn't go for such a straight-forward attack with a Kenjutsu specialist." she said sheathing her sword as she turned her vision to Chieko, who was lying on the ground. "So that's it? she's done?" she thought as she glanced at Yumiko to see the effects of her assault. A sickening slicing noise came from Yumiko's torso, blood splattering on her body and on the ground. Like a falling tree, Yumiko fell down with a hollow thud. The remaining 5 ninja separated and set up to attack Fūrin. One of them moved to retrieve Chieko's and tend to her injuries while the other four focused on Fūrin. Yumiko's body, however, puffed away in smoke and left behind a log in her stead. From a distance, she readied her Meifu no Yumiya and aimed into the air. The three ninja threw a multitude of weapons in order to disrupt Fūrin's focus while a hidden Yumiko fired her arrow into the air. A large symbol appeared on the sky, ominously looming over all the shinobi. The ninja that secured Chieko was well on his way of escaping the battlefield. The Uzu shinobi's main objective now is to ensure limited casualties. With Chieko now out of harm's way, they could look to either escape themselves or fend off Fūrin until Yumiko could also escape. Since she is the top genin of the Hidden Eddy village, it would be a major blow to their shinobi forces as they are the future military of the village. When the ninja saw the symbol above, they knew to find cover quickly. All of them, in the blink of an eye, dashed under the cover of the trees with kunai in hand. Almost immediately, a immense storm of arrows rained down as if they were rain drops themselves. Only the arrows moved with near lightning speed, which to dodge them would be a feat of ages. Fūrin dodged the weapons with ease as wind circulated around her knocking the weapons away. She noticed that Chieko was being carried away from the battlefield. "Trying to escape? heh, not so fast, loud-mouth. I do have to say, the genin is a strong one, I didn't see the replacement technique coming." she thought as Yumiko shot the arrow in the sky. Fūrin looked up only to see a strange symbol. Her eyes widened "An aerial attack?!!" she said as the rain stopped. She then saw a glowing pink texture in the sky. She was about to lean, yet the arrow was so fast that it injured her left arm. "So ... fast!" she thought as she let out a scream of agony. Looking up, she saw thousands of these arrows coming directly at her. Fūrin enraged by her injury, used Kiryū Kōzoku in order to dematerialize as the arrows were just about to pierce her. Fūrin targeted Chieko as she knew she was the strongest of the shinobi. She located her through sensing her chakra. She was with one of the Jōnin, hiding from the arrow massacre caused by the Genin. Fūrin made her way to them, yet she didn't materialize in front of Chieko. She materialized behind a tree that was meters away from her. Fūrin was known for her mastery of assassination. She was an expert in that field. Attempting to kill Chieko and her comrade, she used Hiding with Camouflage Technique in order to alter the light reflection around her body. She then moved with deftness and silentness. It was her silent killing technique. She sneaked behind Chieko, drew her sword and started slashing mindlessly allover her body hoping to cause as much damage as possible. She then charged at the Jōnin, targeting his throat with her sword. "She took the bait." The ninja said as "Chieko" dispersed into faded wisps and his throat was pierced with his body doing the same. Once again, Chieko was renowned and feared as a master of genjutsu for a reason. The surface of her myriad of techniques had only been scratched. She was not going to be taken down so easily. Her display of that last act was a monument to her seemingly endless capabilities. With it in place, Chieko could do anything her mind could imagine. However, her sole objective was to retrieve this woman and that is what she was going to do. Being the paragon of both acuteness and deception, Chieko used her Flying Thunder God to serve as a way to save Yumiko and entrap Fūrin. At the moment of contact between Fūrin's hand and Chieko's body, the Uzushiogakure kunoichi knew that it would allow her to make the move she so quickly came up with. Chieko, as a master, knows that genjutsu does not just encompass one sense. That goes for both the user and the receiver. Sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch are all susceptible to its effects. Exercising the application of illusions through all of the senses was paramount to becoming a true user of genjutsu. With that ideal, Chieko established herself as a savant and made genjutsu her end-all-be-all. "Time to finish this." The real Chieko said, seal and kunai in hand. Fūrin, being caught in the genjutsu, was frozen with a blank stare in her eyes. The genjutsu was layered, of course, with a safeguard in the event that Fūrin discover the first genjutsu. Chieko faced Fūrin and reached place the seal upon her stomach. Yumiko stood with the jōnin, shocked at her near-death experience. She had to be supported due to spraining her ankle, an injury that Chieko caused but hadn't planned for. "You two." One of the jōnin spoke up. "Take her back to the village quickly. We can't have her out here like this." Two of the jōnin moved into action, one of them holding Yumiko bridal-style and the other accompanying them as support should they be attacked on the journey home. The remaining jōnin stayed behind to assist Chieko with Fūrin.
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* Rewards 1000$ Unlocks Slacker Safehouse Plot
* At Chinatown in Portland in Liberty City the Bus stops and Toni gets off at the Bus Stop and then he gets a call and walks over to the book store with a phone call and then he meets Vincenzo.
* At Salvatore's Meeting Toni is with Salvatore Leone about Vincenzo and the Safehouse and the Warehouse that Toni is looking for.
* Toni and Vincenzo get in the car and they drive to Toni's Apartment in Saint Mark's and Toni goes inside and then he changes into a Leone Outfit.
* Toni is in his Leone Outfit and leaves his Apartment
* Toni gets into Vincenzo's Car
* Toni drives Vincenzo to the Warehouse in Atlantic Quays.
* Mission Objectives in order to complete the mission the player must:
* Go to your Safehouse
* Enter the Safehouse
* Change into a Leone Outfit
* Exit your Safehouse
* Get in Vincenzo's Car
* Drive Vincenzo to the Warehouse in Atlantic Quays After the Mission
* The Player earns 1000$ and then he has a Safehouse to save his Game at any time.
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