"Hehe. Gotta keep your friends close and your competition closer as they say."
Igor said to himself.
As a diligent member of the rokubantai, Igor had been reading up on the new class from the academy and Kaya was, by far, the most promising. He needed a henchman that was stronger than the rest of the newbies so that he could ensure that he would be respected and no one would look too much into his business.
One of the ways Igor kept up his repute and his steady climb up the ranks was to command very competent men that would complete missions efficiently . Even though he didn't actually contribute to much of anything, he used his mission assignments and their results to prove his 'excellent leadership skills.' Igor himself didn't completely believe he was that corrupt and would delude himself to thinking he was actually a significant factor in the division. He would also train and subconsciously pick fights with people slightly weaker than him to prove to himself and others that he was a force to be reckoned with.
Now that someone like kaya was here, Igor would abuse his free time like a bank investor would abuse an intern. He quickly made his way to the communications center and opened the box of the new recruit profiles, looking from side to side to make sure no one was watching. He got Maya's ID number, wrote it down, and then placed it in an assignment registry for the patrol into district 68, a district dangerous for anyone even shinigami. The patrol would be on the lookout for weapons smugglers, people who had all kinds of power circles in Rukongai that reached places most didn't want to mention.
A mohawked beet-red and wrinkled with attitude faced shinigami would approach Kaya in several minutes reading Kaya's name on a roster.
"Kaya... AA... Liyah? Yeah that's you. I'm 80th seat Hanso Mimura. You have been ordered to assemble outside the sereitei gate immediately. This is going to be a tough mission and I don't want any slowpoke stragglers on my team!"
The Mohawk would quickly jog away with a frown, looking like he had a chip on his shoulder or severe constipation. Even some of his fellow division members rolled their eyes as the angry man sallied past them.