Interlude 1: A Debt

Hunter "Hun" Mason, was a decent soldier. He was not the best, but far from the worse of them.

He had followed orders when given. Without hesitation, he would put his life on the line for his fellow soldiers. He saved the lives of civilians. He killed the enemy.

He did what was expected of him. Or, at least what the army expected of him.

He looked the part of a soldier. Tall, nearing 6'6. He was big, yes, but it was all solid muscle. Months of hard training, years of carrying heavy equipment, a decade of boxing, and fighting. His black hair, cut to standard regulation.

Hun liked being a soldier. It was better than the life his bastard father wanted him for. The life his dear sweet mother didn't want for him.

Hun had spent two tours in Afghanistan to avoid joining the Purple Dragons.

Hun endured six years of explosions, gun fire, watching friends die, diving for cover when the occasional grenade flew passed his head. He dealt with the bullshit politics from D.C. by drinking too much when he was allowed to. He tried hard to reconcile the orders he was given. He tried to ignore the news. Lauded as heroes by fat-cat Elephants, called monsters by twenty-something jackasses believing this was their Vietnam. He watched an eleven-year-old girl wandering into the small village he was stationed in, and thought how odd it was for someone so young to be by herself before realizing she had a bomb strapped to her chest.

Six years in Afghanistan.

Six long fucking years in war to avoid a fucking gang.

But here he was. Going to speak to Shredder, the fucking Shedder. Leader of the fucking Foot Clan to take his father's place in the Purple Dragons.

Hun knew this was going to happen when news of his father's arrest reached him. Some bitch detective named Samantha Jones took the old bastard in a few days ago. Now, Hun was left to pay for his father's debts

He clenched his fist.

Jones would pay for this fucking shit.

Hun shook his head from these thoughts, and focused on what was to become of him.

Hun was lead down a massive hall way by a woman in a simple white kimono. Her hair, long and black swung each step she took. The Foot's infamous mystic, a cunning witch. A playful spirit, a cruel demon. The woman before him was no woman at all, a fox in disguise. With nine tails.

Hun didn't know the differences between the Japanese fox and the fox from his mother's Chinese heritage.

All Hun knew the witch before him was the real fucking deal, and she scared him more than Shredder did.