Capítulo 8: A Scary Plan
-Motel 6, Las Vegas, Nevada-
-March 29, 2005, 1300h-
"Wow, I haven't slept in a bed for so long." Naruto said to nobody in particular while stretching his body out like a cat.
"That's just part of the course. You don't need sleep, remember." Matatabi reminded.
"You're a lot like Gaara when he was a kid. Good times, good times." Shukaku said with a sense of nostalgia.
"You were threatening the kid of taking his body over when he sleeps! How can that be a 'good time'!?" Chomei countered.
"Well, a good time for me, not for him. Sheesh." Shukaku defended himself.
"Shutup! It's too early for you broadcasting your in fighting in my head!" Naruto interjected before the fighting escalates.
"Kit, it's 1 in the afternoon." Kurama deadpanned.
"Well, it's no more than 10 mins. since I woke up, so it's still early." Naruto said in a deadpan voice.
Naruto sometimes thinks that he could relate to people with mental health issues, like say a voice in your head. In his case, nine distinct personalities that's capable of leaving his body and destroy a whole world. It's a good thing he can turn off the connection to the bijuu, or he would seriously doubt his sanity by this time.
He stood up and went to the bathroom. After washing up, he sat in front of the desk in his room and stared at the mirror, looking directly at his reflection.
"I have close to a 1000 clones in the city of Los Angeles still gathering basic information, none here in Las Vegas since all of them popped when they found a class A forger while I was sleeping. Now, what should I do." Naruto thought to himself. When suddenly, he banged his head on the table. The holy grail of answers is in front of him!
"I'll place some reinforced siphoning clones with Hiraishin tags to all of the major cities in the world. That would make it a lot easier to move around. And if each of those clones can create more clones that can use transformation and my dojutsu, I can make an undetectable instant information network. It's going to be better than what ero-sennin has!" With his mind made up, he walked over to the bed and unsealed a duffle bag and a backpack. Naruto placed 5110 Hiraishin tags in the duffle bag and 511 reinforcement siphoning tags in the pack. He then created a shadow clone.
"Find an abandoned warehouse or building somewhere and place a reinforcement tag on you. You then are going to create another 510 clones with a reinforcement tag on them. Each one of you would then pick one major city and place 10 Hiraishin tags in any safe are you deem fit. Don't worry about Los Angeles. When it's all done, you're going to make an information gathering cell on that city and any nearby area. Try to get in as many classes as possible and read all the books in the library. Look into that internet, too, if possible. Create and dispel a clone every day or if something important happens. Got it?" Naruto ordered with great enthusiasm. Visibly vibrating with excitement on the prospect of his new idea.
"Yes, boss! No problem, leave it to me!" the clone saluted and shushined away, leaving an open window.
"What do you plan with doing with all that knowledge, gaki?" Gyuuki asked with apprehension. He knows that knowledge is power and power corrupts. That much information flowing to one person won't be healthy.
"Well, of course, we're going to sell it!" Naruto exclaimed with vigor.
"What!" All the bijuu shouted in shock. That way of thinking is totally out of character for Naruto. He's the kind of guy that will easily give up a lot to help the good guys.
"Baa-chan said that people would be really suspicious of what they've taken for free. So we sell the information on the bad guys to the good guys. That way we can help people while still earning some money. Smart, right?" Naruto could clearly feel the gaping faces of the bijuus.
"When the hell did you get that smart!" Shukaku shouted.
"My little boy's all grown up." Kurama said while wiping away a fake tear.
"Hey! I'm not that bad, am I?" Naruto said the last part in a pleading tone.
"Well, you were pretty bad. Shouting about being Hokage all the time, running head straight to the enemy without thinking. Yup, you were pretty bad." Kurama asserted.
"Well, fuck you too, guys." Naruto then stood up and sealed all his items except for the decoy bag. He walked out of the room and headed to the front desk.
"Room 225, Checking out." Naruto said to the receptionist.
"Certainly, sir. That would be $62." The receptionist said after looking over the records. Naruto took out a hundred dollar bill and handed it over.
"Here, you go. Say, can you recommend a good casino? Maybe poker?" Naruto asked, trying to find out where is the best place to go next.
"The Bellagio is a favorite for amateurs and high rollers. They have different buy-in tables from a thousand dollars to a million dollars on their floor. I heard they also host high stakes poker with a minimum buy-in of 50 million." The receptionist informed Naruto. "Well, here's your change, sir. I hope you stay with us again!"
"Thank you." Naruto walked out of the motel. His first order of business get himself self a new identity or two.
-Las Vegas, Nevada-
-March 29, 2005, 1400h local-
Naruto is walking towards the house of who could make him a new identity. His clones heard about it from some crime boss talking about bugging out of Las Vegas since the cops are hot on his trail.
Further, "research" about the guy showed that he's a US State Department, which apparently does something about international relations, employee, and a hacker, which means he can create legitimate clean identities, including IDs and passports. The perfect guy for the job. His services would cost $200000 per identity.
He usually wouldn't do transactions on a weekday since he is a government employee. Still, the clone's memories showed that the guy didn't come into work due to a foot fracture, which is certainly not the fault of one his clones accidentally dropping a pot on the guy's feet. Nearing the apartment building, he ducked into an alleyway and created two shadow clones. One of the clones transformed into a guy who looks a lot like Sasuke and the other into his sexy jutsu form.
Satisfied with the transformation of his clones, he and his clones walked towards the apartment building. Walking up the third floor, he knocked on room 303.
Shuffling could be heard on the other side of the door. The door opened, showing a pasty, skinny, 5'6 caucasian man.
Jeremy Michaels was an ordinary 23-year-old guy. He was working a dead-end 8 to 5 job for the government. Day after day, week after week, it was all the same. The operating word is "was."
One day, his Uncle Martin approached him with a request. His friend was unwittingly involved in a money-laundering scheme. The FBI is already on his tail. What he needed from him is to create a new identity for his friend. His job and his skill with a computer would make it relatively easy for him to create a new identity for his friend.
This one request would grow into his new sideline job. He studied the bureaucracy of the government to create better paper trails. He bought equipment to make perfect imitations of IDs and passports. He managed to stay hidden by being smart. Only his uncle could contact him about the orders, and they always use code phrases. This made sure that nobody's the wiser.
The fact that three people he doesn't know is now standing in front of his door is a little disconcerting.
"Are you Jeremy Michaels?" The blonde guy standing in the center asked.
"Yes..." Jeremy drawled out.
"I met this girl in the bar. Her boyfriend left her so now she's looking for a new phone." The guy said in a straight tone.
Jeremy's heart rate immediately shot up. The guy he never met just said his uncle's code for a new job.
"Is he a cop? Doesn't look like one. Maybe Uncle Martin just let the code phrase slip somewhere. But how can he find out where I live. Either way, I can't bluff out of this. It's better if I let things play out." Jeremy thought to himself.
The guy just stared at him while the other two are just looking around. Jeremy took a deep breath and said,
"Come in. I have some phones I can give away."
The blonde guy smiled and just walked inside, followed by the intense-looking black-haired guy and a bubbly, hot, blonde chick. Jeremy looked around outside for a moment and closed the door. He hobbled his way to the living room and saw the three people looking around his living room.
Jeremy cleared his throat to get the trio's attention. He then pointed at the couch to allow the three to sit. Jeremy then walked over to a chair that faced the trio. There were a few seconds of awkward silence until Naruto broke the ice.
"Relax, Jeremy. We are not cops or criminals. We're just in need of your services." Naruto said to calm Jeremy down.
"People who are need of my services aren't exactly clean." Jeremy countered with a little shake of his voice.
"Well, that's true. But you haven't met three abused siblings who faked their deaths and are trying to run away." Naruto lied using a plot in one of the books his clones read.
"Oh..." Jeremy said, losing most of his tension. "But how did you know about my Uncle's code phrases."
"You're smart, Jeremy, but you have nothing on my sister here..." Naruto pointed to his female clone. "She can connect dots that don't even exist. And this broody guy right here, he worked out the rest." Naruto then pointed to the Sasuke look alike. Of course, none of what he said was true. When the clone heard about the crime boss needing a new identity, he just followed the trail until it ended on one Martin Michaels. Finding no indication that Martin is the one forging new identities, the clone broke into his safe and read Martin's journal. That's where the code phrases and information was written. It is a foolish move on Martin's part.
"That's good, I guess..." Jeremy said, thinking about how to work around the problem. If some random siblings can work out his side job and location, others can certainly do it too. "Well, what do you guys need?" He said, moving the issue aside and thinking about it for later.
"My siblings and I all need new identities. The faster you can do it, the better. I'll add 25 thousand on top of your fee for each identity if you can produce the IDs and passports by tonight. There's another 25 thousand for you if you can acquire us some high limit credit cards by the same time."
"How about the paper trail? That would take some time." Jeremy asked, thinking about the work needed to make a high-class forgery.
"Don't worry about it. You can work on that at your usual pace." Naruto said while waving his hand about.
Jeremy thought it over for over a minute. It would be tight, but if he postpones making the paper trail by tomorrow, he can certainly make it. The extra money would be an awesome bonus.
"All right, I can have it done by 7. I just need to take your photo and details. You can wait here while I finish it up."
The blonde guy just smiled brightly, stood up, took his hand, and shook it vigorously.
"You can put my name as Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze. The broody guy as Nathan Umber and my sister as Hannah Fox. That way, we can't all be traced if one of us is found out. You can do anything you want with it as long as no one would be able to link us to each other." Naruto said.
Jeremy taught of the ways he can make the three identities separate.
"Ok, come with me to the back to polish up the details." Jeremy said after he stood up.
Jeremy walked to the backroom, shaking his head, thinking about the situation he put himself into. An energetic blond, a broody brunette, and a cheerful chick. What weird group siblings. Well, at least it's not some assassin or a spy looking into him.
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