A high shrieking noise, like a siren, followed by clamor split the air in the halls, and Randy whirled around just in time to see a rabid, robotic canine tumble around a corner, in the direction of the lunch commons. It pounded out artificial barks, they reverberated off the walls. He cursed.
There were too many people around; they'd think he was insane if he ran off while something like this was happening. The teachers mistrusted him already, Miss Wickwacker in particular, he didn't need to add salt to the wound. He felt the inside of his pants pocket, and yes, the Mask was still there, folded neatly into a small square. In his backpack was the Namakon.
Mr. Bannister appeared, rigid and serious, gesturing students into his classroom, "Come on," he shouted above their surprised cries, "Get to any room with an adult in it!" It figured that the moment first period ended Randy and Howard would be shoved back into the same class. Neither of them were very skilled with English, though then again neither of them were failing. If Randy didn't find a way to get away from eyewitnesses he'd fail being the Ninja, and that was unacceptable.
So, he sprinted.
He could sense Howard's shock at how far he'd go, saw his expression in his peripheral, but the thing was he shouldn't have glanced back, or maybe he'd have seen the school staff member leap out from behind a door and block his path. Damn, damn, damn. He hated teachers. They were only trying to protect him, but, he was trying to protect them. Secret-keeping was an utter bitch sometimes.
"Are you crazy?"
Randy grit his teeth.
