(A/N) Well, here it is! The rewrite of my first fanfiction, Nightprowlers Part 1: Neverender! I hope it's better than the last one! It is (hopefully) much better at explaining characters' appearances. Updates will be irregular. Now I hope you enjoy!


Introduction

Six men and six women waited at the conference table in the Black Dragon Agency's underground bunker, their eyes darting from one face to the next. There was an ominous feeling in the room that felt like a looming shadow over their heads. The decision they would make today would either lead to their organization's ultimate triumph - or its devastating demise.

Suddenly, the thick, soundproof door swung open, and everyone stood up as a towering man in a black suit entered. His gray eyes stared straight forward with a look of steel, his jaw was set, and his prominent chin was held high with confidence. He had thick black hair with some white hairs sticking out here and there. He was followed by another, much runtier assistant. Despite his size, the small man had a burning glare in his blue eyes behind his round glasses. He wore a dark grey suit and his snooty face gave off an arrogant vibe. The tall man was Vladomir Chovin, the Head of the Black Dragon Agency, and the shorter one was his assistant, Trenton Carson. No one dared to meet the steely gaze of their boss as he strode toward the table. After both men had sat down, the others around the room followed suit. There was a brief silence until at last the tall man spoke.

"I see we're all here. Good. I won't have to punish anyone." He paused. "The meeting is now in order. Agent Carson, your report."

His assistant stood up and cleared his throat. The papers in his hand shook slightly. "Thank you, Vladomir. We are here today on Tuesday, June twenty-first to discuss the controversial issue of sending Team Nightprowler into the field to carry out Phase One of Operation: XT3RM1N8. As you all know, Nightprowler is a nocturnal team in the Agency, doing only night missions, and is composed of our top five junior agents: Mark, the navigator, Gretta, the weapons expert, Ted, the technology expert and mechanic, Lex, the physicist and mathematician, and Drew, the combat specialist. Our main concern is, while they are carrying out the mission, they may come across something that will undo all progress we've made with them. Disscussion is now open." With that, Carson sat down.

"It's too risky," a woman with dark hair and a thick accent said sharply. "If something happens to them, we won't be able send reinforcements."

"Agent Overpecker is right," added the blonde-haired woman next to her. "We have to send a different team."

"But there's a huge problem with that, Agent Klark," a man in a white coat with thick glasses pointed out, shaking his head. "Drew, the combat specialist, knows all about the Ninja, our targets. He is the key to our success with this mission."

The man across from him wearing a blue suit and tie snorted. "You mean, he's the key to our failure with this mission. Dawson, do you know anything about the kid? I was one of his teachers at the Black Dragon Training Academy. Outstanding fighter, but a terrible agent. He was a total rebel, always playing pranks on us faculty. He turned the school into a minefield of tricks and pranks. You couldn't walk down the hallway without setting off a firework or stepping on a hidden button that triggered a stink bomb. If you think sending him on such an important mission is a good idea, we're as good as goners. I say we should leave Drew out."

"What choice do we have, Gildman?" the man in glasses shot back. "Can you think of a team that could do better? Nightprowler is our only all-minor team! It's the only team that could possibly work in the context of the mission! Yes, the stakes are high! But do we have any other option? No!" There were some nods as Dawson finished, but some glares as well.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Vladomir growled, recognizing the rising tension around the table. "Let's keep this civilized. We don't need last month's accident to happen again."

No one spoke for a while. Carson stood up again. "I assume we have all come to a conclusion? I see some nodding. Good. Everyone, write your vote on the slips of paper in front of you, fold them up, and cast them into the middle of the table." There was silence as the twelve agents did as Carson had told them. When all the slips of paper were gathered in the center of the table, Carson collected them and handed them to Vladomir to count. After a minute that seemed like an hour, Vladomir stood up.

"With a majority vote of seven to five, Team Nightprowler will carry out Phase One of Operation: XT3RM1N8. The meeting is in conclusion." With the decision having been announced, everyone except for Vladomir and Carson stood up and filed out of the bunker, some shooting glares at each other. Once the door had been safely closed behind them, Carson turned to Vladomir with a snarl.

"This will end badly," he growled. "We are sending the most dangerous team in the agency into the most dangerous place for any team to be, let alone Nightprowler! Gretta has a better aim than anyone in the agency!"

"So?" Vladomir asked his assistant. "Even she can be subdued if she somehow turns."

Carson, however, was not a man to admit defeat, so he kept arguing. "Ted has enough computer knowledge to hack into the most secure networks and systems in Ninjago!"

"Ted's got plenty of sense in him. He's the last person, except, perhaps, for Mark, who would even consider rebelling against us."

"Mark is loyal to us, yes, but but if his loyalties change, he's got the will and strategic knowledge to take us down in one move! Drew-"

"Drew knows what will happen if he tries anything," Vladomir interrupted, staring at the table, obviously starting to get annoyed with Carson's complaints. "We have him under control."

"But what about Lex?" Carson fought back. "I know he seems like a dud on the outside, but I have heard rumors saying that he may have the most brilliant mathematical mind in history! Vladomir, think! If sending Team Nightprowler to carry out phase one won't be our downfall, he will be! If he figures out-"

"Lex has Selective Mutism. Even if he figures out the entirety of Operation: XT3RM1N8, he won't be telling anyone, except maybe Drew. He's the only person he'll talk to."

"But if Drew tells-"

"Again, Drew has been warned about what will happen if he says anything to anyone." Vladomir's volume was beginning to rise."I am finished with this conversation, Carson. Everything is under control. You are dismissed." Carson opened his mouth as if about to retort, then closed it, swallowed, and exited, closing the door behind him.

Vladomir sat in the now silent room, satisfied with the decision. All appeared to be going smoothly so far. Of course, there was still a long way to go before Operation: XT3RM1N8 was completed. But he was quite confident now that everything would work out.

But there was still one more matter to take care of.

The door opened again, this time revealing a new, more mysterious figure. His entire body was concealed in a large, brown trench coat, and his face was hidden in the shadow of a black fedora. Tucked into the hat band was a silver card with the letter "i" on it. His tall, skinny shape cast a long shadow on the wall. His hands were tucked into his pockets as he walked toward the table and sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the table from Vladomir.

After a moment, Vladomir tossed a stack of bills across the table at the mysterious figure, who counted the money carefully. He then spoke in a smooth, tenor voice.

"Well, that looks about right. Now, what exactly would you like me to do?"

"Whatever it takes," Vladomir answered. "Just make sure the odds are in our favor in the end."

"Whatever it takes?" The figure let out a cold laugh. "You do know how dangerous it is to tell a double agent to do 'whatever it takes' to get his job done, don't you? It could cost the lives of some of your own agents as well as lives of your enemies. It could cost the lives of some of your generals. Heck, it could cost you your own life!"

"Agent i, you know as well as I do that fooling the Ninja will be a hard job indeed."

"Of course I know that!" Agent i snapped.

"Then you'll know that you'll have to be a lot more cautious than that." When Agent i looked like he was about to retort, Vladomir held up his hand. "But of course, I know that you'll be cautious. I trust you, i. Don't lose that trust."

Agent i laughed. "You know me too well to think that I'd do anything to lose your trust. Don't worry. The Ninja won't suspect a thing."


(A/N) So how was that? If you read my first version of Neverender, it's not as descriptive and it's definitely not as long as this one is. It left you all in the dark about whether or not it even takes place in Ninjago or not, and didn't even say the word 'ninja' until the end of the second chapter. So that was really bad. Also, I did a terrible job of describing my characters within the story, so that was bad. But, you know how it is with first fics. Overall, it really wasn't that bad. It just was lacking a few things.

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