ninja 1

Author: catdude
Title: ninja part 1
Date: 26 January 2009

hey guys, catdude is back! first part of my new series, it starts off a little slow, but stay with me, part 2 is more action packed and the rest even more so. Love to hear feedback as always.

Regular Saturday night at home, music blasting a pirate copy of the latest new release downloading and already 5 texts coming from my friends to head out with them. The only problem with the whole equation was that I was flat broke. A condition that I was finding occurring frequently these days. Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t buying 2minute noodles and hiding from my land lord, it was just that after I covered my bills and food and fuel there was nothing left over for fun times. It would only go on for another month or two, I had recently had some bad luck, some car repairs as well as computer problems had left me paying off two very large bills that where biting into my pay check each week in a big way. However when there where dvd’s I wanted, parties I wanted to go to and one or two hot guys asking me out on dates a couple of months simply wasn’t a option. There was no point getting a part time job since that would chew all my free time up and then instead of no money I would have no time, not a great swap. However it appeared the fates had decided to smile apon me. I had won a raffle that I had brought a ticket in (one of those office guilt trips, damn the hetro’s and their offspring’s fundraising crap.) anyway the first prize had been a camera, and I really good one at that, a quick ask around at 3 camera stores had put the price at around 800 bucks, an amount that would definitely go a long way to boosting my social life, which was currently flat lining.
I was doing a quick last minute online check up to make sure that the camera stores prices had been on the mark and to get a nice hunk of specs to copy and paste to the ebay page I intended to set up to sell this sucker on. I quickly typed in the camera brand and series and was scrolling through the list of reviews and online sales when a site caught my eye. It was a sublink to a page giving a list of cameras suitable for use in a competition, the other thing I noticed was that the comp was being held in my own town. The camera had already been taken out of its box once for the raffle display so using it a few times to enter a comp was not going to lower the resale value at all, and I was feeling lucky after my recent win so I clicked on the link and followed a link back to the main page to find out the details. What I read surprised me a little, particularly the main headline for the page.
THE MODERN DAY NINJA TRAINING CENTRE
Below the link was a pic of a guy in combat gear, he looked hot as hell, he was in 14 hole combat boots, leather pants and body armour. He was wearing some sort of greaves on his forearms and his face was hidden behind some sort of face mask, which looked kick ass, my first thought was that it looked a little like the mask the character sub zero wore in the classic mortal combat games. I had been a massive fan of mortal combat in school and a few times me and my friends had run a few ‘ninja’ missions through the school at night evading night guards with our t shirts wrapped round our heads. I read down a little further to the main blurb
The ninja training centre is a noble school giving birth to a new generation of soldiers to supplement our forces. Teaching stealth and combat skills to a lucky few, and enlisting the services of gifted others to provide support for our ninjas do you have what it takes?
I snorted through my nose at the blurb, no doubt these ‘ninja’ where dungeon and dragon lads who dressed in combat fatigues on weekends at paintball fields and, I scrolled through a lot of other crap about discipline and ascending through the ranks blah blah till I found what I was looking for.
The most valuable asset to any operation is Intel, to this end we need civilians like yourself to provide it, enter the urban jungle and retrieve the photos we need, the first test for this will commence on the first weekend of February. Be warned, you shall be judged by our ninja, if you lack the most valuable asset to all ninja. Stealth, you shall not be selected.
I sighed, these guys took things a little far sometimes, I scanned through the rest of the document, it was pretty simple, we would be given a location and had to get high quality detailed shots of the location and its landmarks. If we where spotted by the ninja we would be disqualified, the prize was listed as some ninja gear, I clicked on the prize link and my cock sprang up as it showed a pair of the boots the guy in the main pic had been wearing. My recent money drought had also put a crimp in my gear collecting and a pair of boots like that was definitely on my shopping list. I considered it, the first weekend was next weekend, all I had to do was evade a group of fat nerds and snap a few shots then list the camera on ebay and wait to see if I won first prize. It was really a no brainer, I selected the link to enter the comp and filled out my details. Then I logged onto a free game site and killed some time till my download finished playing java games.
The next weekend I was ready for the fun times to begin, the comp details had come through the next day, there was a park not to far from my place which had a large fountain in the middle of it. There was also a car park near the fountain, our job was to snap photos of the people near the fountain and the cars in the car park with the number plates clearly shown. I had sussed out the park and the location, and had located a good spot to stand to manage it. The shoot was to take place at about 9pm at night, in fact the shoot window was very small, between 9pm and 9:10 there was a clock for us to sync our watches to on the website. No doubt the night shoot would allow the tubby bastards to dress up in their camo gear and race around stopping occasionally to take a puff from their asthma inhalers.
8:30 on the night of the shoot:
I jogged along the path, I had gone to a fair bit of trouble getting ready for tonight. There was no way I was going to be disqualified from this thing simply because I couldn’t outwit a bunch of overweight weekend warriors with to much time to watch bad asian kung foowey movies on their hands. I was dressed in jogging gear, thankfully our recent cooler weather had allowed me to dress in a manner that helped me considerably, I had chosen grey sweats and hoodie, the first thing I had ever learnt was that people dressed all in black hanging out in places at night might as well be carrying a neon sign around their necks saying ‘look at me’ the camera was actually in the hood section of my hoodie I had chosen a hoodie with a deep hood so the camera settled at the bottom and didn’t bounce around much, I had practised jogging with a few rocks in the hood to get a idea of the rhythm I would need to maintain to make sure I didn’t cause it to bounce out. I had found a group of closely packed trees near a broken streetlamp in the park, it was perfect and within the zoom range of the camera, close but not so close that it would be obvious. I jogged along the path keeping a casual look out around me, I had earphone on but they were not plugged into anything so that I would be able to hear if there was people moving around off the path. I stopped near my spot and knelt down to tie my shoelace I had intentionally tied it loosely so that it would bounce undone, I kept my head bowed but rolled my eyes up as far as I could so that it was mainly my peripheral vision that was in use, the plan was that if I saw anyone nearby I would keep jogging to another spot I had picked out further down, it was near two large trees and not as secluded as this one but would do for a back up. Seeing no one I tightened my shoelace stood and then with three quick steps was in the trees. I reached back grabbed my camera from my hoodie and then flipped the hood up. And knelt down close to a thick tree hiding in its shadow, the grey of my sweats blending in nicely. I quickly flicked my camera on and switched it to its nightmode shooting and then brought it up to my eye. The camera had a option of disabling the display screen, which I felt a good idea to do, seeing as hideing in the dark holding a glowing camera is sorta the opposite to stealth. I zoomed in on the carpark testing to make sure that the night mode was sufficient to capture number plates, it was, so I zoomed back a bit to check the fountain. As I was doing so a speck of light caught my attention in the left section of my screen I turned my camera slightly and found the source, a guy in black jeans and long black t shirt with a black backpack on was crouching behind a bush between me and the fountain, the light I had seen was his cameras screen, I snorted in disbelief, oh well easy find for the fatties, the guy had even duct taped over the top of a desighn on his backpack, everything about him screamed ‘I am up to something here’ even as I watched him he move and I had no doubt that the bushes rustling would be audible for a fair distance. I half wondered if I got a picture of him if he would be disqualified, if someone like that beat me I would be pissed as hell, then as I was contemplating this with my camera focused on him waiting for him to turn his head a bit to get a face shot, it happened.
Out of nowhere two guys where on top of him, I saw one grab him around the mouth and press something against him, the guy twitched and then fell to ground, twitching more. Not wasting any time on of the guys knelt down and pulled the guys hands behind his back and quickly bound his hands with what looked like zipties, and then did the same with his feet, he then quickly stuffed something in the guys mouth and then wrapped something around the guys mouth and eyes. The whole time this was going on the other guy had pulled something out of a small backpack he had on and rolled it out, then he and the second dude rolled the still twitching wannabe spy into it and I relized it was a bag. They quickly zipped the guy up in it and then each stood and grabbed a handle. They had been bent over the guy now and it wasn’t until they stood up that I got a good look at them, they where huge! Their arms bulged and what little neck they had between their massive shoulders was nearly as thick as their heads. It happened so fast I was shocked, I unconsciously followed them across the ground as they carried the bag between them, my mind throwing up words like tazer and military style field restraint. Suddenly they where at a can I had noticed, it was parked next to a large rock in the park, and was well concealed. It was also in a spot that no one should be aloud to park a van. As they opened the back doors I saw another bag on the back floor that was moving slightly. I was in shock, where the hell where the fat dungeon and dragon nerds running around in disposal store camo gear?! These guys looked and moved like proper military personal. I made a snap decision, there was no way I was going to find out what a tazer felt like, and then be probably dumped somewhere and likely without my camera at the very least. I was just about to make a break for it from my cover, the guys where far enough away that even if they heard me and suspected I was in the comp there was no way they would reach me before I made it to the better lit section of the park near the road. However just then two more guys appeared near the van carrying another large bag between them they quickly opened the doors and added the latest victim to the collection. Shit! There was more then 2 of them. My heart was slamming hard against my ribcage, I turned my head as much as I could, the hood being up provided more cover but severely limited my peripheral vision. I lowered my camera and then realized that was a bad idea, without the cameras night mode I couldn’t see more then a few meters in front of me. I quickly raised it up again, as I did so a bright flash filled the screen, I froze thinking that I had been found but realized I was still zoomed in and that the flash was a car pulling into the carpark, near the fountain. It shut off its lights and a guy got out, my finger was already on the zoom button next to the shutter so without thinking I moved it and snapped a pic of the man getting out his face lit by the cars interior light, then in on the cars number plate then zoomed out and snapped more shots of him walking up to another man who had appeared near the fountain while I had been watching the guy being abducted. I was here and risking my health and property so I may as well do what I came for. This done I quickly decided that I would resort to my original plan. The page had said if you were detected you would be disqualified, my jogger pose should work, with no visible camera and looking innocently attired I should be fine. Also it was a good way to leave the scene quickly without attracting to much attention. I quickly pushed my hood back and switched my camera off and dropped it in the hood. Two quick steps and I was back on the path and off. The urge to sprint away was massive but would attract attention, so I kept a sedately pace and focused on the path, resiting the pressing urge to turn my head and look left and right. Suddenly in front of me something burst out the bushed I froze in terror as in front of me something massive and in black came out of the bushes, shit they had found me, but the figure sprinted across the path in front of me and into the bushes on the other side, then my terrorized brain quickly kicked into overdrive, it had been a fat guy still holding a camera in his hands, wearing a ski mask, dressed in black pants and a jumper. He would have to have caught the attention of any of the guys nearby so the main thing now was to act as normal as possible, I pulled one of the dud earphones off my ear and looked curiously though the bushes where he had vanished then shook my head and muttered ‘fucking kids’ and put the earphone back in and started jogging again. Praying that if any of the military guys where nearby they would think I was merely a guy out for a run. I could still hear the sounds of the guy running then suddenly the noise stopped. Which nearly made me piss myself and I had to really concentrate on not speeding up, since I was supposed to be listing to music and unable to hear the noise. I had a very good idea why the noise had suddenly stopped. I swear when I finally reached the edge of the street and got onto the main roads I was nearly sobbing with relief.
I got home and slammed the door behind me and then quickly turned on all the lights and went around and made sure the windows in my place where closed. After I had flung open all the cupboards I finally sank into a seat near my comp. My heart was still going a million miles an hour, in an attempt to calm down I plugged in my camera and brought up the pics I had taken, if after all that they where blurred I was going to be pissed as hell. The pics where all fine and there was one more in there I had not expected, at some stage I had clicked a photo of the kidnap. The photo was of the guy pulling the dudes hands behind his back, the other guy was beside him rolling out the bag they would eventually put him in it. As I stared at it I felt a twitch in my groin, the guys where hot as hell, the green tint of the night mode making it seem even more intense and looking like something out of a movie. I quickly uploaded the photos to my comp and then on impulse attached them all to a email, including the one of the guys mid-snatch and sent it to the email address for the site and then typed a quick message, ‘does this earn me bonus points?’ and clicked send. No sooner had it sent then the reality of what I had done came crashing down on me, I panicked for a few seconds but then calmed down a little, I had listed my po box as the postal address, I had also not listed my real name on the name section and had used a back up email address encase I got spam bombed. All in all I was untraceable.
I did not sleep well that night, I kept expecting to have my bedroom door kicked down and a guy tazer me in bed.
The next day quickly stuffed my camera as well as my laptop and ipod and a few other items into a backpack and went across the hall and knocked on my neighbours door, mrs Campton, mrs Camptom was somewhere between 60 and 180, I wasn’t entirely sure and I was to polite to ask, she had a fall last summer and had to go to hospital for a week, I had noticed her cats and the building super had said it wasn’t his job to feed them, feeling that the little old woman did not deserve to have her cats die of starvation I took them both over to my unit and fed them till she got back, since then I could do no wrong in the little old dears eyes, I got fresh baked cakes weekly and offers for so many cups of tea’s I suspected it would come out of my ears if I held my nose shut and blew hard enough. Truth was she was a nice lady, and I didn’t mind the conversations, she had that good old fashioned sass that you just didn’t see often, every month or so she would cram bubble gum in the fire exit stairwells, her retaliation for the building super not caring about her cats. When she answered I asked her if she would mind holding onto the bag saying it was a friends laptops and there had been a few break in around the neighbourhood and I would hate it if it was stolen, she promised me that anyone who wanted would need to get past her and her .45 first. I suspected she was only half kidding, tho seriously if she fired anything more then a cap gun the recoil would send her flying 20 meters in the opposite direction.
That afternoon when I got home I carefully knocked on her door and stepped to the side, thinking it would suck to have escaped militant ninja’s only to be taken out by a trigger happy senior citizen. She answered and told me she had my backpack and also the package that had been left at my door, I nodded and thanked her and took both items and declined her offer for tea, truth was my hands were shaking so much any cup I held would be empty in about 4 seconds flat. The reason for this was simple, the package she handed me had no mail stamp, listed my full name and address and on the side was the words Ninja academy, I was not as untraceable as I first suspected. I wonder if mrs Campton would lend me her gun? part two will be along soon, and is a lot more action packed I promise.