Sasuke had grown to appreciate the culture of T&I a great deal over the past few weeks. The team Obito assigned him had proved stunningly efficient, the disparate team of specialists falling into place like gears in a well-oiled machine. The two information specialists had set to work immediately on debrief, playing bait into their carefully-maintained networks until leads had started twitching up out of the murky information Sasuke had had available, and field ops had slipped smoothly into action as soon as he'd been able to confirm some of the more promising ones while out on his mission with Sakura.
Waiting for their first report to arrive left him, strangely, with very little to do in the interim. He'd wound up getting a pass into the archives in the morning, ignoring the eyerolls that his information specialists had delivered when he'd told them. Keener, they'd said, not unkindly, but otherwise left him to it.
The best thing about the team, really, was the way that none of them asked more questions than they could help.
By afternoon he'd already forced his way through some of the driest scrolls he'd read in a lifetime of dry scrolls, blinking himself out of a doze more than once; it was glaringly obvious that he needed to do something to wake himself back up before trying to resume. Anyone else wandering into the archives after lunch would find him with his collar pulled high over his mouth and nose, hair lightly covered with dust, reorganizing a shelf of scrolls that likely hadn't been read in a decade.
[01/19; open to anyone with Archives clearance]
Sasuke had grown to appreciate the culture of T&I a great deal over the past few weeks. The team Obito assigned him had proved stunningly efficient, the disparate team of specialists falling into place like gears in a well-oiled machine. The two information specialists had set to work immediately on debrief, playing bait into their carefully-maintained networks until leads had started twitching up out of the murky information Sasuke had had available, and field ops had slipped smoothly into action as soon as he'd been able to confirm some of the more promising ones while out on his mission with Sakura.
Waiting for their first report to arrive left him, strangely, with very little to do in the interim. He'd wound up getting a pass into the archives in the morning, ignoring the eyerolls that his information specialists had delivered when he'd told them. Keener, they'd said, not unkindly, but otherwise left him to it.
The best thing about the team, really, was the way that none of them asked more questions than they could help.
By afternoon he'd already forced his way through some of the driest scrolls he'd read in a lifetime of dry scrolls, blinking himself out of a doze more than once; it was glaringly obvious that he needed to do something to wake himself back up before trying to resume. Anyone else wandering into the archives after lunch would find him with his collar pulled high over his mouth and nose, hair lightly covered with dust, reorganizing a shelf of scrolls that likely hadn't been read in a decade.