「 A YOKAI? 」| RC9GN

01 • last stall on the left

"Where the juice have you heard that?" Howard asks.

"Yeah, that sounds ridiculous. The Ninja works solo. He doesn't need any help." Randy said it like it's the most obvious thing.

"Well, not exactly heard but um- just call it a hunch." I went back to being nervous, not wanting to give myself away. "So tell me more about this Ninja guy. This is the first time I've heard of him."

"Oh, he's like the most brucest guy ever. Trust me, once you meet him you're gonna love him." Randy said cockily. Both Randy and Howard continued to fanboy about the Ninja. From what I've heard so far, he sounds like a pretty cool guy. Thinking about him makes me more excited to work with him now.

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At McFist Industries

A giant tank stood in the middle of the room nearly taking half the space. In the tank showed the Evil Sorcerer, the greatest enemy of the Ninja and Yokai.

"You assured me you would destroy the Ninja and the Yokai."

Standing before the Sorcerer stood three adults. The one and only Hannibal McFist. The face of McFist Industries. Beside him is his trusted scientist and right-hand, William Viceroy.

The final man of the room is Laurance Campbell, CEO of YukiTech. A recent partnership happened between the two companies and are therefore working together to achieve their goals. Whether it is for business purposes or for personal reasons.

"But I haven't seen them all summer. And the Yokai has been gone longer than the Ninja. Have you seen them, Viceroy? Laurance?"

"I just moved back here so I haven't seen anything. I forgot that their still around." Laurance shrugs his shoulders, his posture straight, hands in his pockets, looking professional as ever.

"Well, I haven't seen them. Then again one of them is a Ninja, so stealth is kinda his dealio. And the other's a basically a spirit ghostly thing" Viceroy says.

"We have a plan. The second he pokes his little ninja head out of his little ninja hidey-hole... Bam! Destroyed!"

The Sorcerer roars loudly it nearly shook the whole building. "Do. Not. Fail. Me." He said it word for word before his face fades away in the tank.

Then suddenly the phone rings on McFist's desk, startling two out of three of them.

"Mr McFist. Your wife is on the line." The caller spoke. McFist takes a deep breath before accepting the call and putting on a fake smile. "Hey, sugarface! I'm a teensy bit busy here. Of course. I'll meet you there, honeycakes."

He aggressively slams phone down multiple times. Feeling frustrated at the news he received.

"How am I suppose to run an evil empire when my stepson keeps causing trouble at school?!" He complains.

"Kids." Viceroy puts a hand up.

"My kid could never." Laurance chimed proudly.

"Just get down to your labs and build me something deadly. Something dangerous. Something with a cupholder!" He slams his robotic fist on a coffee mug, shattering it. Some of the coffee splashed all over his face. "You know what? Forget the cupholder. Just make it deadly." He informs Viceroy with coffee dripping down his face.