The evening brought the low-hanging moon in the sky. Luck's Best was basking in the moonlight tonight as the cool air was taking the planet. The shifting winds blew the strands of hair that mirrored the moon in color on Jet's face. He had nothing to take care of, but he was a restless spirit who would tend to walk the towns they stopped in alone just to see what was going on. That, or he would just walk to be at peace and calm for the moment. To have that sort of thing he desired in the past as a lone wolf. Was he still a lone wolf? He did not think so anymore.
"Jet Enduro." Jet turned his attention to an opening in the alleys to his side. "You're the son of Elliot Enduro." The man stepped forward into the faint light. His brown hair of near equal length blowing about as well. Jet's eyes instantly focused on the jade eyes of the older man. A moustache on his upper lip. His facial structure seemingly stuck in a form of stern friendliness. His wardrobe was not very menacing. When Jet thought enemy he thought man in black. Or was that just a product of his reading too many dime novels? The man's beige long-sleeved shirt covered over with his sable vest, and jeans and boots to finish the set.
Jet stared silently at the man. To the man's right came a shy woman of the same age. Her silver blue hair blowing in the winds as well. "Frank, perhaps it's more polite to mention our own identities first."
The man chuckles. "Of course. Forgive me." His smirk went down to a straight line. "My name is Franklin McCoy. This is Sandra Deana."
"You spoke as if you knew me or my family." Jet replies coolly.
"You're correct. I do know your father. Yes, I knew Elliot long ago. I am a scientist as well. So is Sandra as well." Frank quickly explains. "No, rather more so. Elliot was a man you most likely know all about, but do you know of some of his exploits before he became part of the Council? He was a man interested in the products of Hawthorne. You know that legend, correct? Legend?" He scoffs. "No, not a legend. Not at all."
"Yeah…I know the story about Hawthorne. I know about the Twilight Elements." Jet warily commented.
"Yes, while Elliot was more interested in those products of Hawthorne I was studying rather the gauntlet Hawthorne wore. Hawthorne's Gauntlet, also referred to as Twilight Gauntlet as well." Frank takes a step forward for Jet. "Yes, the gauntlet he used to make the Elements. I have found the gauntlet. There is need of a Twilight Key to open it though."
A moment passed with the wind blowing through the lane. Jet touches the key from outside his pocket again. "A…Twilight Key?"
"Heh. I know that you have it Jet. I ask…no I demand that you hand it over."
Jet scoffs with clenched teeth. "Like I'd ever." Before Jet could continue as if it lived in the shadows of the night a shinobi launches for Jet who jumped away from his attacker. "What the-" Fists fly at high speeds for Jet who attempts to block and counter with his own. He could barely block though. Eventually the fists broke through and Jet was hit in the chin, the gut, right knee, left shoulder, the collarbone, and then his forehead. In a stumble he falls back against the wall as a kunai knife pins him there by his shirt. His vision blurred and his mind barely still functional his consciousness was hanging on loose threads. The ninja of the dark brought back her hand.
"Ranchel Bee!" Frank said in warning. "That's enough. We don't want to kill the boy…at least right now."
The female shinobi continued to face Jet. Jet could just make out her face being cream in color and with a headband with some symbol on it covering over her eyes. She sniffs. "Marshmallow hair." She spits on his face. Her tone of obvious disgust for Jet just due to his hair. As Ranchel returns to the shadows as if she were never here Frank steps for Jet.
"Thank you for handing me the key, Jet." He laughed as he pulled the key from the young man's pocket. "That'll be all." He departs for the alley he came from.
Sandra however hesitates to follow after. "I'm sorry Jet." She sadly pleads. "He wasn't always that way." She bows and follows after the man she came with.
Jet with his nodding mind fell away. His head not quite in it. Everything eventually went black in his vision and his body went limp. The kunai knife keeping his body up against the wall though.