The next day, Spencer walked to school alone. He still had an awful feeling inside from the day before. As he slowly shuffled along the now dreary concrete sidewalk, he tried not to fall on his face. The realization that Billy really was gone made his legs weak, and almost numb. How would he get Billy back? Randy had said something about knowing someone who could get him back, but the only person he could think of would be that Ninja he had seen when he first came, and he highly doubted he would be any help. After all, he probably had better things to do than take requests from some random kid. Spencer sighed, slowly coming to a stop in front of the school. Maybe Randy was right? If he really did have a friend who would bust Billy out, perhaps, just maybe, Billy would be out before school ended? Spencer wished such a thing could be true, but, alas, it probably wouldn't. Spencer entered the school, preparing to have the slowest day in his life. As the day went by, Spencer couldn't help but wonder what Billy was going through at the moment. He hoped where ever he was, he was at least safe. By now, he had begun to question the theory that Madame X was behind the kidnapping, after seeing the strange car they had hauled Billy away in, but he wasn't quite sure about this. Finally, when it came time for the movie making class, Spence was over-come with worry and paranoia. He didn't even open his laptop once, and kept his head on the table. Howard, having no idea why this was, simply decided it was best to leave himself out of it. Randy knew this was a better idea as well, and worked by himself in silence. By working, he meant planning his descent into the lair of McFist. How would he get in? How would he find Billy? And what would he do if, by some manner, it was all a trap? As Randy pondered over these thins, and Spencer lay with his head buried in his arms, Howard tried to think of a way to start a conversation.

"So..."

He began nervously, trying not to seem oo out of place amoung the silents boys.

"...about the movie?"

The two said nothing. One being lost in thought, the other saddened, they had room in their cluttered minds for words. Howard sighed, and went back to playing with some pencils for the time being. Suddenly, there was a loud screech over the speakers.

"Will Mister Spencer Wright please come to the principals office?"

A man said, his voice momotone and lifeless. Spencer's head slowly rose up. After a second, the speakers gave a final shriek, before dying off. Spencer collected his things, and prepared himself to leave. Randy watched as he left, and stood up warily.

"Hmm...my ninja senses are tingling."

Howard chuckled to himself.

"Tinkling?"

"No, tin-GLING. Lke, I feel like something bad is going to happen."

"I don't think that's posib-"

"Howard, I need to go. If anyone asks where I am...come up with a valid excuse!"

And wih that, Randy slowly crept out the door, just moments after Spencer. As Spencer progressed farther into the hallway, growing closer, and closer to the principle's office, Randy's bad feeling grew into something of a prediction. He inched along the halways, jumping into empty lockers, diving behind trashcans, and seeking refuge under benches. Thinking it very sly of himself, he hummed a soft little tune under his breath to accompany what he thought to be movie-quality stealth. Finally, after a seemingly long and endless journey, Randy began to run out of 1990's spy jingles to hum. Luckily, Spencer had jut arrived at the office, A hand opened the door, and presented itself. Who it was, Randy couldn't see. But it was someone...big. Spencer took a cautious step back before shaking the hand slowly and entering the room. Randy darted towards the door, watching and listening from the outside window.

"So, you must be...Spencer?"

Said a large man in a shady outfit. Spencer nodded his head.

"I have heard great things about your directing qualitites. I have been informed to bring a 'Film-ogrpher' in for a special recording, and you were one of the best who came up. In town, that is."

Spencer shook his had and smiled meekly. Film-ographer? The term sounded so fammiliar. Where had he heard it?

"I'm sorry, I'm busy with school work, and I really should get back to-"

"Mister Wright, declination will not be tolerated. I implore you to reconsider your choice."

Spencer shook his head again, slowly creeping away from the man.

"Look, I need to, I mean, really need to go back to class now. So I'll just-"

Suddenly, a pair of large, metal hands grabbed Spencer, and rendered him immoble. pencer struggled, desperately trying to get free from his captor. Randy watched, wide eyed as Spencer was shoved into a large sack by a robot of sorts, and tossed into a...helicopter?! This was a full on kidnapping! Randy quickly grabbed his mask from his backpack, and threw it on. After the ninja suit was ready, he barged into the room, sword ready. But he was too late. The helicopter had just begun to float away. Randy narrowed his eyes and lept out the window. Jumping on tree branches and building roofs, he chased after the helicopter, which had yet to notice his being in persuit. Randy tried desperately to catch up with the helicopter, but soon grew tired and fatigued from running. He slowly came to a hault, panting, and gasping for breath. The helicopter zoomed on, flyin g out of sight in a shroud of clouds. Randy could only watch as the black aircraft disappeared, with no indication of where it was going. It was gone.

"Oh no..."

Randy sat down on the concrete building roof and shook his head. This couldn't be happening! Two kidnappings?! Granted, one was a ghost, but still! Randy thought it over for a while, trying to think where the helicopter could have come from. Naturally, the fist answer that popped into his head was-

"McFist!"

It made sense. He had taken billy, and then there was the robot, and the fact he was the only one rich enough to afford a helicopter. But why would he go after Spencer specifially? Randy stood up, dusting himself off. Whatever the reason was, it didn't quite matter. An innocent was at stake here, maybe even two. And as the Ninja, he would have to protect them!

"Don't worry, Kencer, I'm coming!...Wait...I mean, Spencer!"