Enter Ninjana
by Devon Masterson
 

    Nemesis walked down the shady promenade on her way to class. She always loved walking down the Greek Promenade
because of the festive motif of colors all of the benches and lamp posts had. They each represented a different sorority or fraternity ad of course was the epitome of the individual organization's pride.
    "I am going to join one of these some day or another club," she thought as she walked on and came upon the campus library. Nemesis made a mental note to stop there and check out some information for her botany project.
    About ten minutes later, she finally reached the English and Foreign Languages Building where her Japanese class had already started. She was lucky to get into the class since a language class like Japanese was so rare and few, especially at a predominately black school. And now she was late for class.
    Nemesis crept into class inconspicuously as possible and sat down.
    "I am glad that you could finally join us, Veritas-san," the instructor scolded in Japanese.
    "Gomen nasai, Fujimora Sensei," Nemesis apologized as she stood and bowed deeply.
    "I'm sure you're sorry," Mr. Fujimora  said in English. "Apologies are not going to defend your grade come finals."
    "Hai, Sensei," she replied lowly as she sat down and opened her book. "This is going to be long day."
    About a couple of  hours later, Nemesis walked into one of her professor's office and sat down in the chair in front of his desk.
    "Late again?" he asked as he looked up from the pile of papers on his desk.
    "Yes," she answered as she opened her notebook. "Here's my rough draft for my autobiography," she said as she handed him  the paper.
    "Interesting," he commented as he wrinkled his nose.
    "What's wrong, Mr. Amici?"
    "Nothing," he answered as he began to chuckle. "It's just that you have that you were born in June..."
    "So?" she asked trying to find the humor in the situation.
    "It's just that you put that you were born in in 1998," he replied as he let go.
    Nemesis narrowed her  green eyes. "Now that's embarrassing,"  she thought as she watched him laugh. "It's a rough draft," was all she commented. Then she cleared her throat. "So what do you have for me?"
    Mr. Amici composed himself and put her paper in his stack. "Your last paper, congrats on your A."
    "Thanks," she said as she took the graded paper then stood. "See you in class."
    "Bye, and don't forget this," he replied as he threw her a small pocket game.
    "My puppy! I've been looking for him. Thank you."
    "See ya', Nemesis," he called as he went back to work.
    "The man is bugged," she thought as she smiled. She put her gigapet in her pocket and walked toward the university commons. As she came upon the Greek Promenade, she sat down under a tree parallel to it and started to play with her gigapet. She put on her headphones and plugged them into the port at the bottom.
    "Welcome, Ninjana," an electronic voice said in time to the puppy's mouth movements. "Go to the library. In the reference section, desk 3 you will find your assignment.
    Nemesis took her headphones off and fed her dog a biscuit. As she stood, she heard a soft rumbling sound as the programming message erased its self. "Enhanced hearing can be a good thing,"  she thought as she looked around. "Well I had to go to the library."
    She walked into the library and went to the reference section, there were only two people in there. Nemesis made a selection from the shelf while she checked to see if anyone was watching, then sat down at desk three. She began reading up on caffeine's and its effects on the body for  her botany project.
    Nonchalantly, she picked up the little pencil/ paper holder and removed the piece of paper from under it. She slipped it into her pants pocket and continued reading on when a hand touched her shoulder. She quickly grabbed the hand stood up and flipped the person over her body.
    "Damn, Girl!" the young man exclaimed as he tried to sit up in pain. "If I knew you were a Power Ranger, I wouldn't have tried to come over here and talk to you."
    Nemesis's ears reddened in embarrassment. "Sorry," she apologized as she tried to help him up.
    He waved her away and stood to his feet, then dusted himself off. "Yo Shorty, what do I have to do besides flip for you to get your number."
    "I hate being called 'shorty,'" she groaned inwardly.
    "Can I have your number?" he asked again sensing he offended her.
    Nemesis smiled. "He's cute. I almost killed him. But he's cute. I better keep an eye on him just in case." She picked up a piece of paper and scribbled her name and number on it.
    "Nemesis Veritas," he read. "The goddess of retribution and the latin word for truth. That's pretty phat."
    "My parents were comedians," she answered as she looked at him strangely.
    "I'm an international business major," he commented as he read her look. "A brother can be educated you know."
    "I'm sorry....I didn't mean to...."
    "You can make it up to me by going to the Cafe with me to eat dinner."
    "I don't know..."
    "My name? Kyoto Sutton. My dad was in the Navy."
    Nemesis closed her book and picked up her backpack. "Finally, someone who understands."

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    Mr. Amici was working late in his office grading last minute papers before finals. A soft breeze blew from an open window as he stood up and stretched. "Hello, Nemesis," he said after he activated his bug scrambler.
    "Hi, Andy, you ready to work?" she asked casually.
    "Do I really have a choice?"
    "No," she answered. "When do we leave for New York?"
    "Friday afternoon," Andy answered.
    "I'll be there," Nemesis remarked. "I'll see ya' later."
    "Bye," he said as he started back on his papers. "And don't try to sneak up on me ever again."
    "Who me?"
    "Yes, you," he answered. "You've never been able to sneak up before and you won't now."
    "Whatever," she smirked. "I'll tend to you during vacation."
    "If you say so."
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    "Ninja to Ninjana," Andy called softly into his mouth piece. "Confirm location, over."
    "Mother load."
    "Prodigious, the kids are playing. I'm going to join them. I'll keep you posted."
    "Affirmative," she replied. "Andy, can handle those guards easily, but without him I am going to have to be more cautious."
    Nemesis flipped opened an air vent in the ceiling, jumped into it,  and closed it after her. As she crawled through the vent, carefully she heard the object of her attention at the moment shuffling around in her office down the way. She came upon the vent above her office after a few minutes and looked through it. "Annika Iverson, prepare....to meet your maker." she thought as she opened the vent.
    "Come in, Dr. Kendal," Annika said as a tall black woman came in wearing a lab coat covering of her suit.
    "Group three's initial mutation was a success," Dr. Kendal reported as she came to the desk.
    "Excellent," Annika replied. "Please sit down."
    "We successfully upgraded the metabolism of the lab mice. We'll be testing to see how the mice react over time."
    "How long before we can start on humans?"
    "Two maybe three years," she answered.
    "You have six months."
    Dr. Kendal  looked at her in shock. "There's no way we could do that even if we worked in there round the clock. Group III is the first group to survive the initial mutations, we don't even know if they'll survive much less a human,"
    "Oh, a human can be genetically altered."
    "But..."
    "The technology exists. Figure it out!" Annika replied. "Now get some sleep, you have a long six months ahead of you."
    Dr. Kendal stood and looked up at the ceiling as though she were asking "why me?" then left.
    Above Nemesis gasped softly. "She looks like me...she's not that old...could she be..." Nemesis shook the thoughts from her mind. She had a job to do.
    Nemesis opened the vent and lowered herself by her legs. She grabbed Annika by the head in such a way that she could not scream and held her in a lock so that she could not get out of it. "Who was that woman?"
    Annika scratched at Nemesis and she squeezed tighter. "Dr. Rachel Kendal," she mumbled.
    "How old is she?"
    "Thirty-six."
    "Does she have any children?"
    "I don't know, she doesn't...talk about her...person...al... life."
    "What is the purpose of your genetic research?" Nemesis asked.
    "Lemme...go!"
    "Answer me!" Nemesis commanded as she squeezed harder. She could hear Annika's heart slowing from her choking her. "Do you want to die?"
    Annika's eyes widened and she shook her head slightly in fear and lack of mobility. "To create...the perfect...weapon with....genetics...and bio...cybertech," she answered  struggling with every word. "Wha...are you...going to do...to me?"
    "This," Nemesis answered as she twisted her head in a counter-clockwise direction then settled her back into the chair. "Mother load has been dumped. I'm on my way to the rendezvous point, Ninja."
    "So am I, the children have gone to bed."
    "Genetics and biocybertech. That's me and all the other agents. Dr. Kendal's old enough to be...I need some answers."

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