Phase 3: Ninja Assassins
LeShawna had been elected to lead the campers in the 'search and apprehend' mission. Like Heather had said she led them swiftly and silently through the shadows of the camp like ninja assassins. A sumo ninja assassin in Owen's case, but a ninja assassin nonetheless. It was almost as if they had rehearsed it. Stealthy assassins, swift assassins, skilled assassins.
Silent assassins.
LeShawna and her band of assassins came across their first victim, an intern who was packing up the day's equipment. She turned to give the group following her instructions and was surprised to see that all of them had somehow during their brief trip changed into black ninja outfits, minus the hoods.
Gwen had somehow come across a katana.
Odd.
Hopefully she wouldn't use the thing.
"Ok gang, here's what we're goanna do." LeShawna began. She was cut off when Trent, sporting a long black headband and war paint, broke away from their group with a mighty battle cry and charged the intern. The intern turned, startled by the sudden noise. His cry of alarm was cut off when Trent tackled him to the ground. The two men tussled for a moment before Trent, being the apparently well-trained ninja assassin he was, knocked the intern out by hitting his head and hogtied him.
"HA!" He shouted victoriously placing a triumphant foot on the interns back. "Eat that Chris! I have been getting concussions for TOO LONG! The time for head injuries for this ninja assassin is over!"
"Trent! Shut up!" LeShawna hissed from the shadows. Trent slung the unconscious intern over his shoulder with his 'moment of glory smirk' still plastered on his face. Once he rejoined his group LeShawna promptly smacked him upside the head. None to gently I might add.
So much for the time for head injuries being over.
"Baka! That was totally stupid! Next time listen to me first before charging into battle." She chastised him.
"Yes LeShawna-Sama." Trent mumbled bowing his head in shame. LeShawna nodded once then turned to Bridgette.
"Bridgette-San, take this guy to the Shack of Doom. (AKA the boathouse) We'll wait for you."
"Hai LeShawna-Sama." Bridgette said with a curt bow. Slinging the intern over her shoulder Bridgette glanced around before bolting from their hiding place and darting from shadow to shadow. Bridgette was the swiftest among their band of ninja assassins and returned shortly not even short of breath.
"Ok everyone, let's go." LeShawna announced already slinking away from their hiding place. A chorus of 'Hai' answered her as he fellow ninja assassin followed her into the darkness.
Minutes later they came across a small group of five or more interns who were sitting around and chatting to one another. LeShawna made various hand gestures to her group. The teens nodded and split up, each moving silently in the shadows and slowly surrounding their unsuspecting prey.
Harold, being the smallest and most agile of their group, scuttled up a nearby tree like a squirrel and perched on its branch. He scanned the surrounding trees with his falcon like gaze, which was way more superior to a hawk's by the way, and saw the others in position. Pulling three tiny spheres from the pouch attached to his leg Harold threw them down into the center of the circle of interns. Smoke surrounded the interns on all side, and the ninja assassins struck.
The interns, in a flurry of panic, scattered and tried to escape the blinding smoke. Bridgette attacked first. Withdrawing several ninja stars from her sleeve she fired them at an intern. The ninja stars pinned the boy's baggy jeans to the ground and he fell with a thud. Bridgette darted into the smoke, plucked the boy off of the ground, and darted back out all in a matter of seconds.
Meanwhile Gwen had swiftly knocked out another intern by jabbing the hilt of her katana into the back of an intern girl's head causing the girl to collapse quickly. Just as Bridgette had done Gwen picked the girl up off the ground and was gone.
The other ninjas/assassins/campers captured the other interns in similar fashions. DJ using his nun chucks, Harold with some knockout gas, and LeShawna with hand-to-hand combat.
"That was great Harold-Kun." LeShawna said approvingly once they all regrouped around the unconscious interns. Harold puffed his chest out proudly happy he had pleased their leader. DJ and Gwen assisted Bridgette in taking the interns to the Shack of Doom and soon the band of ninjas/assassins/campers were on the prowl once more.
Only a handful of interns were left and the ninja assassins quickly dealt with them all banishing them to the Shack of Doom. Only after LeShawna and her gang had done a double sweep of the camp and the surrounding forest did she call in to Heather.
"The interns have been taken care of and are locked up in the Shack of Doom good and tight." LeShawna announced to her earpiece. Static filled the line for a moment before Heather answered.
"Good work. Get the camera equipment and get back to base." Heather answered curtly.
"Hai Heather-San."
"What?"
"I mean, uh, sure thang gurl!"
"Uhg. Whatever."
Kukuku... And so it begins. Phase three has been completed. The enemie's minions have been captured, and now it's time to go after the big boss. It seems like the campers are really getting into to this revenge thing... This ought to prove interesting. Next time: Phase four is executed, and the campers set off to take out the enemy. Don't forget to review, or be wiped out by my ninja assassins! (The Knowing Jester insisted that I put them in there...)
I trained them myself you know,
The Silent Assassin
