"Send in Team Shadow." said a calm voice. The owner of the voice was
a middle aged man with shoulder length brown hair and a hardened face. He wore
simple combat gear, a pair of tactical pants, a black military shirt, and dog boots. A scar ran down
his right eye and he wore an eye patch on his left.

"You called for us, Master Cobra?" Someone asked.

"I got a mission for you and your team Shadow Hunter." Cobra handed a
file to the man, who was a tall and skinny. He had really short dark blond
hair. "Speaking of your team, where are Night Hawk and Jet Blade?"

Suddenly a loud crash was heard outside the office. "Damn it! I hate this
soda machine!"

"It ate your dollar again didn't it Night Hawk?" someone asked.

"You go to Hell!" "I didn't ask for your output Jet Blade!" Night Hawk said.

"Well tipping the machine over isn't going to help either." Jet Blade
responded.

"I know, that was just for fun." They both stopped when someone shouted
at them and they entered the office.

"Soda machine again Mike?" Shadow couldn't help but chuckle.

"I hate you all." Mike was frustrated so Dave left him alone. Mike was
usually calm and a very cold person to be around. Though angry he was
very dangerous.

"And why didn't you help him Justin?" Dave asked.

"I don't know, I didn't feel like it I guess? Let's just get the briefing over with. What you got for us
Pat?" Justin turned to the one eyed man.

"Can't you guys refer to me by my code name during work hours? I mean
we're a secret organization for crying out loud." Master Cobra rubbed his
forehead. "No I don't think it's possible for you guys to be that serious.
Anyway, we have suspicion of a man named Professor Adrian. Our client fears
his latest project, some sort of new weapon or something along those
lines."

"So we have to kill him?" Dave asked.

"Sounds easy enough. What do you think Justin?" Mike turned to his friend.

"Team Shadow hasn't been on a mission together in months. This will be
fun." Justin smiled.

The sun had gone down three hours ago as three figures stood atop a building,
gazing at the bigger one across the street. The tallest of the three looked at
his watch. "Almost time." Shadow Hunter said. He was wearing typical ninja gear, dressed all in black with tabi shoes. On his face was a black mask that covered his head leaving only
his eyes visible. A staff was slung on his back.

"Everyone remember the plan?" Jet Blade's voice came from the left of the tall one.
He was a foot shorter than the tall guy. His gear was a bit different than all the others. It consisted of a navy blue and black ninja outfit, but he wore a blue field vest identifying him as a medical ninja. He also wore a blue mask that covered his lower face showing his short blond hair. He had a black and red katana strapped on his waist.

"Yeah it's simple. Get in there, make some noise, and get out." A new voice said. Night Hawk was
on the right of the tall figure, about an inch shorter than the man on the far
left. He had blue jeans, black shoes and a red crimson hoodie. Beneath the
hoodie he wore a red short sleeve t shirt with black sleeves. He had a similar
black mask that covered the lower half of his face. His hood was covering his
short brown hair; the only thing visible was his brown eyes. His weapon was a
short sword on his back.
(Someone needs to draw this scene.)

"Good plan then. Is that it Jet Blade?" Asked Shadow Hunter.

"I had something a little more violent in mind Shadow. I wanna rip this guy to shreds. Hawk is just depressed about the soda incident." Jet Blade laughed as his comrade was about to jump to the street below to show his friend up by attacking someone when Shadow Hunter's watch started beeping.

"Midnight, let's move." The trio made their way to the back of the build
where they found a guard leaving. "The guard that's supposed to take over is
always late." They waited for five minutes then the replacement showed up.
They jumped him and left his body in the dumpster. The pick up for it was in
fifteen minutes.

"Hang on gotta take care of this." Night Hawk sat at the guard station
and hit a few keys. "Ok replay surveillance...and there we are." Hawk
watched the footage when he waved to the camera. "Someone isn't doing
there job right, delete." Night Hawk erased the footage before doing
something else. "Security disabled, let's move."

Jet Blade was leading the group down the hall; he was holding a PDA that had
blueprints to the building downloaded onto it from the night watch station
Night Hawk hacked. "This elevator." They got in and pressed button number
forty seven. Once this mission was over they told themselves that they had to
get that horrible elevator music out of their heads. "I hate this song."

Two guards were standing having a conversation about their weekend plans with
their kids when they heard the ding of an elevator. They went inside but it
was empty. As they walked back out two figures dropped down behind them. Their
hands went to their guns but stopped when a tanto went across their throats.
"Too bad." Night Hawk dragged the bodies inside.

Adrian was working late, again, when he'd rather not. Though finishing his
latest device for his employer and the hefty income made up for the annoyance.
He quickly plugged the fuses in the back of what looked like a projector. "Working late professor?" Adrian
turned around to see a tall man with a staff leaning against the far wall. He
turned toward the exit but it was blocked by someone wielding a katana. He
snapped his head around to see someone else standing on his desk reading his
notes.

"What are you working on that has our client so worried about?" asked Night Hawk.

Shadow Hunter walked over and picked up the projector. "Strange. This has
been heavily modified. I guess it no longer has its normal functions. Get
anything out of those notes?"

"It says it's powered by something called chakra. The fuck does that
mean?" Night Hawk tossed the notes away before kicking in the back of Adrian's
knees forcing him down.

"Whatever, we have a job to complete." Jet Blade said and turned to Night
Hawk. "I'll do it."

"I'm not the kind of person who does this sort of thing, oh wait, yes I am!" Jet Blade unsheathed his katana and in one single motion cut Adrian's head from his shoulders.

"What do we do about that thing?" Night Hawk asked covered in blood, for he was standing just inches from the man.

"I got it!" Shadow Hunter pulled out a large hammer from who knows where and raised it above
his head.

"Alright if you must." Night Hawk sighed and the hammer came down, with
an unusually loud explosion and bright light. "What the fuck!?" The light
spread through the room.

"I don't like this!" Jet Blade shouted. "Why'd you have to go and
do that Dave?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time!" Dave said as he was swallowed
by the light.