~Alarm~

He came awake in an instant. Ninjas slept lightly, and with a lifetime of horror-movie watching under his belt, he knew those who slept too soundly died with the cackle of the psycho in their ears. Relieved to find Jason had passed over them this midnight, he scanned the room in search of the disturbance.

A tiny brown flutter, and his weapons were in his hands, their weight reassuring, smooth wood familiar against his palms. He stalked without a sound, until he spotted the intruder and grinned, tucking his weapons away. Beady black eyes stared, confused, at the foreign brick and mortar, longing for softer skies to escape into.

An orange blur, and the kitten objected loudly to the loss of its prey. He shook his head at his wayward pet, and examined the fragile treasure. No blood, nothing out of place. He made his way out to the nearest exit. He could still feel the frantic heartbeat against his fingers and the brush of feathers after it disappeared into the dawning sky. He watched it vanish, and made a mental note to notify his brother. The cat had turned out to be the best security system test they'd found.