"I.." Before he could even start his sentence, the cold look of the kunoichi shot chills into his spine silencing him. She glared at him with a hate that he had known much too well. It was a look that expressed utter digust. Sannoto's own wife had given him when he first met her during one of his expeditions. "Someone will be here to deal with you soon," she spoke. "Yes.." "There is nothing else to speak." "Please, I'm just a senile.." "Senile? Seriously? You're pulling that card?" "Well, of course. It is true afterall." "You know, that I, for one, know who you are right?"