I got this up, finally. Sorry for taking so long, but with graduation coming, I have a lot of things I need to do if I want to walk. I did manage to snag some computer time, and I'm uploading two chapters, and hopefully a third. Anyway, here's a full Tyler chapter, all about him and no one else. So enjoy his time as the Silver Clad Ninja. With that said, continue on, and follow the RRE rule. Later.
Silverdash
Chapter 2: Ninja Strike
At the San Diegan penthouse of Diego Esparana, the crime lord and his head of security were talking.
"You're sure someone's after you?"
"So sure," Esparana supplied, "That I have no doubt that they'll send the Silver Clad Ninja after me."
His head of security chuckled. "Sir, the SCN is a myth. No one has ever seen him, there's never any trace of him, and those who claim to have fought them are always thrown into the nuthouse."
"You never know." Esparana shrugged, pouring himself a glass of brandy. They were so focused on their activities that they did not notice a silver bat come through the ceiling and land on the floor without a sound. The bat reverted to a dome, then disappeared, revealing the Silver Clad Ninja.
"Hello, Diego." he said.
Both men reacted instantly, Esparana dropped his brandy while his security went for his gun.
"Drop the gun." SCN said. "I'm not here for you."
"Shoot him!" Esparana shouted. "Don't let him get to me!"
Security Guy leveled the gun, but in a burst of speed, the SCN appeared in front of him, and in one fluid motion, kicked the gun out of his hand and swept his feet out from under him.
Security down, the SCN then walked calmly toward Esparana, who was backing away in a panic. The SCN threw out his hands, releacing two ninja stars that pinned Esparana's suit to the wall.
"Please, mercy." Esparana begged as the SCN pulled a sai from his belt. "Mercy."
"Mercy?" the ninja whispered coldly, his brown eyes hard as marble. "What about Matthew Jones? That kid you've been selling drugs to. He couldn't pay for his next shipment, so you and your men killed him. Did he beg for mercy?"
"Yes..."
"And did you give him mercy?"
Esparana didn't answer.
"Answer the question!" The SCN snapped.
"No..."
"Then you will not have mercy."
The SCN pulled back his sai, ready for the plunge, when he stopped. "Excuse me for a moment."
He whirled around, where Security Guy was back up and had a knife. The SCN sliced through the knife with his sai and executed a very complex hand combo with both hands, pressing certain pressure points on the ban's body to paralize him. Once he had a moment to breathe, he knocked the guy out.
He then turned back to Esparana. "Where were we? Oh yeah." He held out his hand and a sai appeared in a flash of silver energy. "No mercy."
"You're a mutant?" Esparana gasped. "All this time, you've been a mutant!"
"The things people babble when they're about to die." SCN muttered in amazement. And without another word, he plunged the Japanese dagger into Esparana's heart.
Turning around, he walked away, waving his hand to make the ninja stars disappear. Esparana's body slumped to the ground in a heap.
The Silver Clad Ninja scanned the room once more before raising his hand, covering himself in a silver energy dome, and leaving California in the form of a silver bat.
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The silver bat arrived in a northern New York State apartment, reverting back into the Silver Clad Ninja. He quickly took off his mask, revealing Tyler Malone, gasping for breath. "Never again." He whispered. "I can't...never again."
He shook his head to clear it before standing stock still. "Aw, nuts." he muttered, walking toward his bedroom. Before he could close the door, however, a voice called through the apartment. "Hello! Tyler, you back?"
"Be there in a second!" Tyler called, closing the door. He changed into black jeans, a black t-shirt, and black combat boots before coming out and finding a man in a five hundred dollar suit waiting for him in the kitchen with a leather breifcase.
"Is it all there?" Ty asked, walking up to the man.
"All there." the man answered. "You've made somebody happy tonight. They paid extra."
"Leave it on the table." Tyler said. "I'm a little tired tonight."
"Hey, no problem." said the other man. "Tyler, just please take it easy. You've been so restless lately that you're taking chances."
Tyler shot the man a look from the refrigerator. "Like Elektra. Is that what you mean, Johnson?"
Johnson paled slightly. "Well, I wasn't going to put it like that, but when you say it like that..."
"That's fine." Ty said, ducking back into the refrigerator.
Johnson breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm thinking about leaving the job anyway." Tyler continued as he pulled several foodstuffs from the frige. "And you can drop the gun, Johnson. I've had enough excitment tonight."
Sure enough, Johnson had a pistol pointed in Tyler's direction. "Come on, Ty." he said. "Don't make me do this. I really don't want to do this."
"Then don't." Ty said as he continued making a sandwich. They stayed that way for several seconds before Johnson lowered the pistol.
"As far as anyone else is concerned, you were dicovered and killed in this mission, Ty." Johnson said. He held out his hand. "It was a pleasure working with you."
"And you." They shook hands before Johnson left. Tyler sighed before reaching into his back pocket for a business card. "Maybe it's time for me to take you guys up on your offer."