These Ninjas Were Even More Deadly
boarded the 7 train- spoon in hand
- locked away in a gunmetal gray filing cabinet
- the hole where their feelings used to be
- It was infinitely pitiful
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These ninjas were even more deadly than your garden-variety ninjas. Their overlords, Ninja-Vision, had a wicked and ruthless indoctrination technique which left them with hyper-sensitive senses and an impenetrable blackness in the hole where their feelings used to be. All of their secrets were locked away in a gunmetal gray filing cabinet in Michiko’s office. She’d shown me the training manual once when I asked how she stayed so fit.
“Show them we’re unarmed!” Tessa cried as the leader bounded onto the hood of the car, spoon in hand.
“Show them we’re not Michiko!” I yelled back.
In no time the lead ninja used his spoon like a can opener to remove the pink and white roof from our Hello Kitty mobile. Just as he was about to end our lives with that same commonplace utensil, he noticed that neither of us was the Harajuku girl from the self-storage place, the rebellious daughter of their leader. He checked his attack just in time, the spoon landing harmlessly between Tessa and myself.
“Flee,” he whispered in my mind’s ear.
I scrambled out of the car, dragging Tessa with me. We barely had time to rescue the underwater digging apparatus from the backseat before the rest of the ninja swarm set about destroying the Lincoln as a message to Michiko.
As we fled down Elliptical Avenue, I took one last look over my shoulder at the remains of the car. It was infinitely pitiful to behold, and the ninjas were already gone, along with their giant mobile TV headquarters.
“This way!” Tessa pulled me down the stairs to the subway where we boarded the 7 train.
“But Tessa,” I said. “This train doesn’t go to the pier.”
“I –hic– know,” she purred.