Well, since you all asked so nicely. . . Chapter 9: The Second Ambush “This isn’t good,” The commissioner murmured. “This isn’t good at all.” “You think we don’t know that?!” Cole snapped. “Cole.” Sensei Wu admonished quietly. The former sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy black hair. “Sorry,” He muttered. “I’m just worried about our friends.” What was left of the ninja team— Sensei Wu, Cole, Jay, Nya, Zane, and Lloyd— stood in the office of the police commissioner at the station. Battered, bruised, and quite shaken by their haunting experiences, they landed the Destiny’s Bounty on one of the helipads and immediately asked for an audience with the chief of police. At first he was rather cross they had bothered him (because he was just about to head home after stopping by Mister Chen’s), but they caught his attention when they told him what had happened just a few hours earlier that very night. The tale of shape-shifting cat-creatures kidnapping Kai, Skylor, and Misako and setting the tea shop on fire sounded a bit far-fetched, but the appearances of the ninja made one inclined to think that their story might be true. Sensei Wu and Zane were covered head to toe in soot, Cole’s back was bruised while his shins throbbed from claw scratches, Lloyd and Nya wore haunted expressions, and Jay’s face and shoulder were heavily marked and already red, warning of infection. Everyone’s clothes and faces were streaked with ash and dirt, all looked pale in the bright light of the office, and smelled of smoke. “You say one of those. . . things took something from Jay on the ship?” The commissioner’s bushy gray mustache twitched as he frowned in thought. “What did it take?” Everyone looked at Jay, who shifted on his feet uneasily. “I dunno,” He muttered. “Just some rock.” The commissioner arched an eyebrow. “A rock?” Jay shrugged. “OK, not really a rock, but some kind of smooth, shiny stone. It was blue, but kinda purplish and sparkly at the same time. It could fit in the palm of your hand.” “Question,” Cole said. “Why in the world were you carrying a random stone like that around?” Jay hesitated and looked at his feet, suddenly finding his shoes quite fascinating. The others waited curiously for a reply. “Jay?” Lloyd prompted. The former sighed in acquiescence. “It was at my dad’s house. I wondered why something like that was there, so I took it to study it.” Cole frowned in confusion. “Uh, you were carrying around a stone from your dad’s rock collection? Just to look at it? What did your parents say about that?” “Not from my parents’ house.” Jay replied. “From Cliff Gordon’s house.” He looked up. “My birth father.” A long silence followed. Whilst everyone else in the room stared at Jay in befuddlement, Nya was the only one not dumfounded by the revelation. Instead, she gave him a look of surprise, immediately followed by compassion. “Wha—when did that happen?!” Lloyd sputtered. “I thought Mr. and Mrs. Walker were your parents. . . Or did I miss something?” “I got a letter a few days ago telling me that my dad had passed and that I inherited his estate and stuff.” Jay explained, oddly not showing much emotion. “Turns out I’m adopted.” He paused. “Cliff Gordon was the dude who played Fritz Donnegan in those Starfarer movies, and when I checked out his mansion, I found that stone, along with—” He cut himself off, stuck his hands in his pockets, and continued. “I have no idea what’s it for or where it came from. Somehow those things knew I had it, even though I didn’t tell anyone, and they wanted it.” There was a moment of silence before the commissioner cleared his throat. “Obviously we are dealing with some kind dangerous, devilishly intelligent enemy here.” “I dunno,” Jay interjected with a grin. “How intelligent can they be if they go through all that trouble just to steal a rock?” “The fact that they disguise themselves as both cats and people is especially disturbing,” The chief continued, unperturbed. “We will have to keep a sharp eye out for these creatures. In the meantime, I will send my men to patrol the area where you last saw them. Don’t worry, ninja, we’ll find your friends. . . Oh, and your rock.” He added awkwardly to Jay. Jay shrugged. “Honestly, I couldn’t care less about that thing. It was just a rock.” “Quite so, quite so.” The chief said. “I’ll assemble the troops. Noonan, O’Doyle!” He called through the door. Two sleepy-looking police officers trotted in. “Yes, sir?” The eldest of the two, a man with graying hair who looked to be in his late forties, stepped forward. “You listen to the directions the ninja give you to where some suspicious characters were last located. The other officers will explain once you’ve written them down.” With a final glance at the ninja team, the commissioner hurried out of the room. The two men shared a glance, then the younger officer—presumably O’Doyle—turned to the ninja and said. “Come with us; we’ll find a room where you can give us the directions.” The group followed them willingly, with Zane trailing behind, looking a little perplexed. Why did they need to go to a certain room? Surely he and the others could give them the directions where they already were? Perhaps it was something to do with the officers’ regulations. Still, the nindroid’s unease increased as the two men lead them down hallways leading away from the main area of the building. They silently took the ninja team through winding halls and offices into a quieter area of the building, where few—if any—people were working. Whilst walking, Zane observed that neither man tried to engage the group in small-talk or ask for details about what was going on, which he thought was rather odd. Their backs were to the ninja, but he could tell they kept glancing at each other and the team. After a few minutes of following the officers, Lloyd asked. “Where exactly are we going?” “To the interview desk,” Noonan replied smoothly. “We need to file an official report of the instructions you give us.” Lloyd frowned. “But all we’re doing is telling you where we last saw the bad guys.” “I’m sorry, Mr. Green Ninja, it’s just one of our precepts.” They kept walking. Movement from the younger officer caught Zane’s attention, and he looked to see O’Doyle slowing behind Wu and swiftly freeing his gun from his holster. Discreetly he aimed the weapon at Nya’s back. Zane had no time to wonder what was going on. “Nya, behind you!” He shouted as ice burst from the palms of his hands and shot toward the young man. While Nya spun around, O’Doyle cried out when the freezing material slammed into his chest and threw him across the hallway, smashing him into the side of the wall. The weapon clattered on the floor. Everyone stared at the item, then at the groaning officer.
Well, since you all asked so nicely. . . Chapter 9: The Second Ambush “This isn’t good,” The commissioner murmured. “This isn’t good at all.” “You think we don’t know that?!” Cole snapped. “Cole.” Sensei Wu admonished quietly. The former sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy black hair. “Sorry,” He muttered. “I’m just worried about our friends.” What was left of the ninja team— Sensei Wu, Cole, Jay, Nya, Zane, and Lloyd— stood in the office of the police commissioner at the station. Battered, bruised, and quite shaken by their haunting experiences, they landed the Destiny’s Bounty on one of the helipads and immediately asked for an audience with the chief of police. At first he was rather cross they had bothered him (because he was just about to head home after stopping by Mister Chen’s), but they caught his attention when they told him what had happened just a few hours earlier that very night. The tale of shape-shifting cat-creatures kidnapping Kai, Skylor, and Misako and setting the tea shop on fire sounded a bit far-fetched, but the appearances of the ninja made one inclined to think that their story might be true. Sensei Wu and Zane were covered head to toe in soot, Cole’s back was bruised while his shins throbbed from claw scratches, Lloyd and Nya wore haunted expressions, and Jay’s face and shoulder were heavily marked and already red, warning of infection. Everyone’s clothes and faces were streaked with ash and dirt, all looked pale in the bright light of the office, and smelled of smoke. “You say one of those. . . things took something from Jay on the ship?” The commissioner’s bushy gray mustache twitched as he frowned in thought. “What did it take?” Everyone looked at Jay, who shifted on his feet uneasily. “I dunno,” He muttered. “Just some rock.” The commissioner arched an eyebrow. “A rock?” Jay shrugged. “OK, not really a rock, but some kind of smooth, shiny stone. It was blue, but kinda purplish and sparkly at the same time. It could fit in the palm of your hand.” “Question,” Cole said. “Why in the world were you carrying a random stone like that around?” Jay hesitated and looked at his feet, suddenly finding his shoes quite fascinating. The others waited curiously for a reply. “Jay?” Lloyd prompted. The former sighed in acquiescence. “It was at my dad’s house. I wondered why something like that was there, so I took it to study it.” Cole frowned in confusion. “Uh, you were carrying around a stone from your dad’s rock collection? Just to look at it? What did your parents say about that?” “Not from my parents’ house.” Jay replied. “From Cliff Gordon’s house.” He looked up. “My birth father.” A long silence followed. Whilst everyone else in the room stared at Jay in befuddlement, Nya was the only one not dumfounded by the revelation. Instead, she gave him a look of surprise, immediately followed by compassion. “Wha—when did that happen?!” Lloyd sputtered. “I thought Mr. and Mrs. Walker were your parents. . . Or did I miss something?” “I got a letter a few days ago telling me that my dad had passed and that I inherited his estate and stuff.” Jay explained, oddly not showing much emotion. “Turns out I’m adopted.” He paused. “Cliff Gordon was the dude who played Fritz Donnegan in those Starfarer movies, and when I checked out his mansion, I found that stone, along with—” He cut himself off, stuck his hands in his pockets, and continued. “I have no idea what’s it for or where it came from. Somehow those things knew I had it, even though I didn’t tell anyone, and they wanted it.” There was a moment of silence before the commissioner cleared his throat. “Obviously we are dealing with some kind dangerous, devilishly intelligent enemy here.” “I dunno,” Jay interjected with a grin. “How intelligent can they be if they go through all that trouble just to steal a rock?” “The fact that they disguise themselves as both cats and people is especially disturbing,” The chief continued, unperturbed. “We will have to keep a sharp eye out for these creatures. In the meantime, I will send my men to patrol the area where you last saw them. Don’t worry, ninja, we’ll find your friends. . . Oh, and your rock.” He added awkwardly to Jay. Jay shrugged. “Honestly, I couldn’t care less about that thing. It was just a rock.” “Quite so, quite so.” The chief said. “I’ll assemble the troops. Noonan, O’Doyle!” He called through the door. Two sleepy-looking police officers trotted in. “Yes, sir?” The eldest of the two, a man with graying hair who looked to be in his late forties, stepped forward. “You listen to the directions the ninja give you to where some suspicious characters were last located. The other officers will explain once you’ve written them down.” With a final glance at the ninja team, the commissioner hurried out of the room. The two men shared a glance, then the younger officer—presumably O’Doyle—turned to the ninja and said. “Come with us; we’ll find a room where you can give us the directions.” The group followed them willingly, with Zane trailing behind, looking a little perplexed. Why did they need to go to a certain room? Surely he and the others could give them the directions where they already were? Perhaps it was something to do with the officers’ regulations. Still, the nindroid’s unease increased as the two men lead them down hallways leading away from the main area of the building. They silently took the ninja team through winding halls and offices into a quieter area of the building, where few—if any—people were working. Whilst walking, Zane observed that neither man tried to engage the group in small-talk or ask for details about what was going on, which he thought was rather odd. Their backs were to the ninja, but he could tell they kept glancing at each other and the team. After a few minutes of following the officers, Lloyd asked. “Where exactly are we going?” “To the interview desk,” Noonan replied smoothly. “We need to file an official report of the instructions you give us.” Lloyd frowned. “But all we’re doing is telling you where we last saw the bad guys.” “I’m sorry, Mr. Green Ninja, it’s just one of our precepts.” They kept walking. Movement from the younger officer caught Zane’s attention, and he looked to see O’Doyle slowing behind Wu and swiftly freeing his gun from his holster. Discreetly he aimed the weapon at Nya’s back. Zane had no time to wonder what was going on. “Nya, behind you!” He shouted as ice burst from the palms of his hands and shot toward the young man. While Nya spun around, O’Doyle cried out when the freezing material slammed into his chest and threw him across the hallway, smashing him into the side of the wall. The weapon clattered on the floor. Everyone stared at the item, then at the groaning officer.
Well, since you all asked so nicely. . . Chapter 9: The Second Ambush “This isn’t good,” The commissioner murmured. “This isn’t good at all.” “You think we don’t know that?!” Cole snapped. “Cole.” Sensei Wu admonished quietly. The former sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy black hair. “Sorry,” He muttered. “I’m just worried about our friends.” What was left of the ninja team— Sensei Wu, Cole, Jay, Nya, Zane, and Lloyd— stood in the office of the police commissioner at the station. Battered, bruised, and quite shaken by their haunting experiences, they landed the Destiny’s Bounty on one of the helipads and immediately asked for an audience with the chief of police. At first he was rather cross they had bothered him (because he was just about to head home after stopping by Mister Chen’s), but they caught his attention when they told him what had happened just a few hours earlier that very night. The tale of shape-shifting cat-creatures kidnapping Kai, Skylor, and Misako and setting the tea shop on fire sounded a bit far-fetched, but the appearances of the ninja made one inclined to think that their story might be true. Sensei Wu and Zane were covered head to toe in soot, Cole’s back was bruised while his shins throbbed from claw scratches, Lloyd and Nya wore haunted expressions, and Jay’s face and shoulder were heavily marked and already red, warning of infection. Everyone’s clothes and faces were streaked with ash and dirt, all looked pale in the bright light of the office, and smelled of smoke. “You say one of those. . . things took something from Jay on the ship?” The commissioner’s bushy gray mustache twitched as he frowned in thought. “What did it take?” Everyone looked at Jay, who shifted on his feet uneasily. “I dunno,” He muttered. “Just some rock.” The commissioner arched an eyebrow. “A rock?” Jay shrugged. “OK, not really a rock, but some kind of smooth, shiny stone. It was blue, but kinda purplish and sparkly at the same time. It could fit in the palm of your hand.” “Question,” Cole said. “Why in the world were you carrying a random stone like that around?” Jay hesitated and looked at his feet, suddenly finding his shoes quite fascinating. The others waited curiously for a reply. “Jay?” Lloyd prompted. The former sighed in acquiescence. “It was at my dad’s house. I wondered why something like that was there, so I took it to study it.” Cole frowned in confusion. “Uh, you were carrying around a stone from your dad’s rock collection? Just to look at it? What did your parents say about that?” “Not from my parents’ house.” Jay replied. “From Cliff Gordon’s house.” He looked up. “My birth father.” A long silence followed. Whilst everyone else in the room stared at Jay in befuddlement, Nya was the only one not dumfounded by the revelation. Instead, she gave him a look of surprise, immediately followed by compassion. “Wha—when did that happen?!” Lloyd sputtered. “I thought Mr. and Mrs. Walker were your parents. . . Or did I miss something?” “I got a letter a few days ago telling me that my dad had passed and that I inherited his estate and stuff.” Jay explained, oddly not showing much emotion. “Turns out I’m adopted.” He paused. “Cliff Gordon was the dude who played Fritz Donnegan in those Starfarer movies, and when I checked out his mansion, I found that stone, along with—” He cut himself off, stuck his hands in his pockets, and continued. “I have no idea what’s it for or where it came from. Somehow those things knew I had it, even though I didn’t tell anyone, and they wanted it.” There was a moment of silence before the commissioner cleared his throat. “Obviously we are dealing with some kind dangerous, devilishly intelligent enemy here.” “I dunno,” Jay interjected with a grin. “How intelligent can they be if they go through all that trouble just to steal a rock?” “The fact that they disguise themselves as both cats and people is especially disturbing,” The chief continued, unperturbed. “We will have to keep a sharp eye out for these creatures. In the meantime, I will send my men to patrol the area where you last saw them. Don’t worry, ninja, we’ll find your friends. . . Oh, and your rock.” He added awkwardly to Jay. Jay shrugged. “Honestly, I couldn’t care less about that thing. It was just a rock.” “Quite so, quite so.” The chief said. “I’ll assemble the troops. Noonan, O’Doyle!” He called through the door. Two sleepy-looking police officers trotted in. “Yes, sir?” The eldest of the two, a man with graying hair who looked to be in his late forties, stepped forward. “You listen to the directions the ninja give you to where some suspicious characters were last located. The other officers will explain once you’ve written them down.” With a final glance at the ninja team, the commissioner hurried out of the room. The two men shared a glance, then the younger officer—presumably O’Doyle—turned to the ninja and said. “Come with us; we’ll find a room where you can give us the directions.” The group followed them willingly, with Zane trailing behind, looking a little perplexed. Why did they need to go to a certain room? Surely he and the others could give them the directions where they already were? Perhaps it was something to do with the officers’ regulations. Still, the nindroid’s unease increased as the two men lead them down hallways leading away from the main area of the building. They silently took the ninja team through winding halls and offices into a quieter area of the building, where few—if any—people were working. Whilst walking, Zane observed that neither man tried to engage the group in small-talk or ask for details about what was going on, which he thought was rather odd. Their backs were to the ninja, but he could tell they kept glancing at each other and the team. After a few minutes of following the officers, Lloyd asked. “Where exactly are we going?” “To the interview desk,” Noonan replied smoothly. “We need to file an official report of the instructions you give us.” Lloyd frowned. “But all we’re doing is telling you where we last saw the bad guys.” “I’m sorry, Mr. Green Ninja, it’s just one of our precepts.” They kept walking. Movement from the younger officer caught Zane’s attention, and he looked to see O’Doyle slowing behind Wu and swiftly freeing his gun from his holster. Discreetly he aimed the weapon at Nya’s back. Zane had no time to wonder what was going on. “Nya, behind you!” He shouted as ice burst from the palms of his hands and shot toward the young man. While Nya spun around, O’Doyle cried out when the freezing material slammed into his chest and threw him across the hallway, smashing him into the side of the wall. The weapon clattered on the floor. Everyone stared at the item, then at the groaning officer.
Oh that's right, they don't know about Skybound. . . .
Jay, if only you knew. . . .
I guess that those nasty cats are impersonating the police officers!
I leave you on cliffhangers, you leave me on cliffhangers. It's something us writers do.
1. Now this guy looks like a game changer. 2. There's more then one!?! ( I probably already knew that but forgot, didn't I? ) 3. What did you do to the poor cat Misako?! I always knew you had a dark side! I should really remember who are the good guys here.
An eye for an eye, a cliffhanger for a cliffhanger.
1. More than you think. . . 2. (Nah, I don't think I said there were more. You're good. ) 3. Heh, heh.
Jay hesitated and looked at his feet, suddenly finding his shoes quite fascinating. *** “We will have to keep a sharp eye out for these creatures. In the meantime, I will send my men to patrol the area where you last saw them. Don’t worry, ninja, we’ll find your friends. . . Oh, and your rock.” He added awkwardly to Jay. *** Movement from the younger officer caught Zane’s attention, and he looked to see O’Doyle slowing behind Wu and swiftly freeing his gun from his holster. Discreetly he aimed the weapon at Nya’s back. Zane had no time to wonder what was going on. “Nya, behind you!” He shouted as ice burst from the palms of his hands and shot toward the young man. While Nya spun around, O’Doyle cried out when the freezing material slammed into his chest and threw him across the hallway, smashing him into the side of the wall. The weapon clattered on the floor. Everyone stared at the item, then at the groaning officer.
1. This line is genius. Very good! 2. The thing about the rock is so funny! 3. Whoa.
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( I probably already knew that but forgot, didn't I? 
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