skipping this part, disclaimers are on first page.
Amateraszu, thank you! Hope I can keep the mystery up.
The four sat in the back of a luxury, passenger jet. Wayne and Ernest were at the back, Ron had been making observations subconsciously, but those were bringing real thoughts to his focus.
Both were ex military. Both took orders from the Japanese man in the suit, who is civil, but tries his best to avoid the ninja. He kept a close eye on the queens, to the point that Ron was worried by it.
To add to it, Ron had caught a glimpse of matching tattoos on Wayne and Ernest that morning when he woke them up. A silhouette of a horned Japanese style dragon with the number 44 Club below it. He didn't have time to ask then, but it ate at him now.
"Yori." She looked over and Ron started in an old Japanese dialect Yamanuchi used since nobody spoke it any more. "You said that you felt 'odd' the other day. could you describe it.
"The feeling I get when around this plane, the pilot in particular."
"You've met the pilot?" He asked since he had never even seen the person.
"Not that I know of. But, the feeling is familiar, and..." she looked away in shame. "It frightens me on a primal level." She admitted.
"Have you ever heard of..."
"This is your captain speaking. Please secure yourselves, we are entering a small storm and can expect turbulence."
With that everyone found a seat. The man in the suit was left with the seat next to Ron and Yori. He stare at it a moment, then made Wayne move.
Wayne grabbed a bag of chips and buckled in next to Ron while his boss pushed up his dark sunglasses. His head was turned away slightly, but Ron felt the man's eyes on him.
"He too brings up this feeling in me." Yori added, she didn't indicate who, but Ron was already looking at him so she didn't need to.
The man tilted his hesd towards Yori. He was definitely looking. He replied in the same old dialect they were using. "If you wish to get to know us, just ask."
"Ninja?" Ron asked.
"Former Samurai." He replied and looked away.
Ron looked to Yori and spoke in code. she nodded.
"Yes, I'm not friendly." he surprised them again. He crossed his legs, folded his arms and tilted his head so he could glare over the rim of his glasses. "Nothing personal, I just do not trust Yamanouchi."
"Who do you work for?" Ron asked boldly.
"Currently, I work for them." He indicated Xia and Anna. "The rest of the time I am self employed."
"What's your name?" Ron followed up.
"Non Importante." The man answered. "Look. I got a note and a check. The note clearly said to keep you safe. Check cleared, so here I am. What more do you want?"
"What is the 44 club?" Ron asked recalling the tattoos on Wayne and Ernest.
"Don't know. Ask them. They have the tattoos."
"It is a gentlemen's club. I chose the tattoo because I had lost my member card more than I like to admit." Ernest offered the answer.
"My ex likes tattoos." Wayne added. "I still have my card, though."
"How come I haven't heard of this club?" Ron asked Yori as he was shown photographs of Ernest and Wayne hanging out with supermodel class women and famous people. "That's Love! She..." Ron stopped dead in his sentence and smiled at Yori.
"I know about your nude magazine collection, Husband. I particularly like the issue of VAM you recieved in your P O box last week. Page twelve, we should frame it and hang it in the bedroom." Ron's eyes dialated, he began sweating bullets and turned as red as a tomatoe as all eyes were on him. Yori continued. "Just get rid of the pages with her and we shall be very happy." She said pointing to the photo on Wayne's phone.
"Okaaaay... but why just her?" He asked. Wayne, Ernest and thr queens leaned in, but Non, as Ron decided to call him, did not.
"Because the thought of my husband 'admiring' that woman makes me very displeased."
"But why? You know her?" Ron asked.
"No. I have never met her. However, I have had the displeasure of meeting her kind and members of her family in the past. Most dishonorable."
"Well, storm or not, I think I shall go..." there was no other place to go save for the bathroom and cockpit. "..." He huffed. "To sleep. Keep it down, if you please."
Just as Ron was about to press for more questions, loud impacts sounded, like rocks thrown against the plane.
"Looks like we're getting some hail." called Ron.
A few more sounded, the plane shook then banked left, hard. Having forgot to buckle up, Ron went across the cabin and impacted with the window. He saw small streaks zipping past the plane. "Is it safe to fly in a meteor shower?"
"Those aren't meteors!" Ernest called out as the plane banked to the right. 'Non' kept Ron from being thrown back across the plane. "They're tracers!" Ernest finished as he struggled to the cockpit.
"What are those?" Ron asked before a loud alarm sounded.
"We're under attack!" Those were the last words Wayne would ever say as a round passed through the plane, and him as well. He went limp, fell to the floor and slid to the back of the cabin as they started to climb.
The speaker sounded. "Everyone get a parachute and the rafts. when I dive, you get out! I'll lead them away!"
For the first time Ron saw the jets. All black, no visible markings and heavily armed. Everything was suddenly shrouded in clouds as they passed through the storms eye. the plane dropped into a nose dive andRon was kept in place by Non keeping a hold of Ron's belt. When the plane leveled, Ernest opened the door. "At this height, pull the chute as soon as you clear the plane. He handed a raft and chute to Yori, gave her hand a gentlemanly kiss and shoved her out. The plane shuddered and filled with the sound of bullets again. Anna and Xia jumped together, Ron was unceremoniously tossed out after being shoved into a chute by Non. The last thing he saw was Non jumping out after Ernest's limp form. The plane pulled up and disappeared in the clouds.
After scrambling into the rafts, and the groups managed to paddle to one another, they lashed the rafts together and watched the streaks of light and flashes in the air.
"Land is that way." Non pointed and began to paddle.
"Shouldn't we hang around for our pilot?" Ron asked.
"My younger brother dropped us off for our safety. The men up there fighting him, they won't be landing." Non answered.
"But that is an unarmed plane!" Anna and Ron said unison.
"He will get them to shoot eachother down. Now shut up and paddle."
Four hours later a cab turned to pick up five fares at the beach. It was too late, he didn't notice they were soaked until they were getting in the car. "Hey, HEY! You can't get in here like that!"
"Shut it towel head!" Non barked and started tossing hundred dollar bills at the complaining man.
"I don't want to have to dry seat, or clean cab... or appreciate being... talked..." he straightened out the bills as he counted them. "Okay, my name is Abib, where to, Boss?"
"The Laughing Cat Cafe, and play up your stereotype." He tossed another couple hundreds at Abib. "It's been a shitty day and I need to be amused.
"Look, I'm from Brooklyn!" Abib's eyes widened as Non gave him a roll of bills. Suddenly he had a thick accent and was much more accommodating.
Anna and the Stoppables glare at Non. "Money talks." He told them and shrugged.
Thirty minutes later they pulled up in front of a building. All Abib could say was that GPS put it nearby. Non pointed to the front of the cab while he was checking his phone. "Well, I've done my part. You have a new baby sitter. It's that way."
It ended up being a tucked away place, nothing much to look at for all the fuss Anna and Xia made. They now looked disappointed looking at the plain steel door set in a brick wall in the middle of an alley. At least it had a decent awning and the little light in the bell lamp allowed them to see the black and white sign dipicting a smiling cat. "Do we knock or just go in?"
Two women pushed their way past the group and through the door. Thst answered the question.
well, that's it for tonight. piecing it together from memory.