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     targets galore. These kids won't know what hit them. I sink further into my seat, scanning around me one more time
     just to be sure no one is looking before slipping on my hood. It's cool, understated even. The cowl dips just low
     enough to hide the top half of my face, leaving only my mouth and chin exposed. The corner of my lips rise into a
-    smirk; It's game time.
+    smirk; It's game time.<br>
 
     Before anyone notices, I slip out the window. I move quick. The element of surprise is my greatest advantage here.
     My first strike is decisive. A katana flies from my hands. It threads the needle through the spokes of the
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     right elbow with all the momentum of the leap, striking my forearm into his throat. The impact releases his grip on
     the weapon, and my left hand releases his wrist to catch it as it falls. I continue its motion, driving the sai down
     towards his stomach, and as it goes towards his heart, he, just like the motorcycle and two ninjas before, burst
-    into a cloud of black smoke.
+    into a cloud of black smoke.<br>
 
     A frown is visible beneath my cowl as I stand up on the roof of the car. Sai in hand, I quickly jump back into the
-    bus, and remove my cowl.
+    bus, and remove my cowl.<br>
 
     The ninjas have been getting more and more audacious lately. Three operatives to take out a group of kids is
     overkill, and they shouldn't know that I'm here; I've remained perfectly undercover. I suppose all the missing
     ninjas have alerted them to something going wrong. I'll need to be even more careful not to let on go in the future.
     These shadowy creatures work for purposes beyond my understanding. The only thing I can do is get stronger and
-    continue protecting the school bus from their advances.
+    continue protecting the school bus from their advances.<br>
 
     As I'm pondering this dilemma, the bus has arrived at the school. I look up and groan. It's going to be another long
-    day ahead.
+    day ahead.<br>
 
-    "Oi, Jamie, come on!" Shouts a young kid with brown hair and browner eyes. Spencer.
+    "Oi, Jamie, come on!" Shouts a young kid with brown hair and browner eyes. Spencer.<br>
 
     I roll my eyes, "I'm comin' man, just wait a sec." Spencer is a good kid. He's not the brightest, but he's nice, and
     I like that. Also he talks to me, which gets him bonus points. "Also, I told you I want to go by 'Jameson' now. It's
-    my real name anyway."
+    my real name anyway."<br>
 
-    "ehhhhhh, isn't that a bit too long? I like Jamie!"
+    "ehhhhhh, isn't that a bit too long? I like Jamie!"<br>
 
-    I roll my eyes, "Ugh, fine. You're so difficult."
+    I roll my eyes, "Ugh, fine. You're so difficult."<br>
 
-    "Why do you keep rolling your eyes so much?"
+    "Why do you keep rolling your eyes so much?"<br>
 
-    I roll my...
+    I roll my...<br>
 
     I blush, "None of your business! It's just something more mature people do!" At least I see my parents do it a lot.
     I don't expect Spencer to understand the nuances of a hero like me. If I could tell him about the ninjas he'd be so
-    jealous.
+    jealous.<br>
 
-    "Hey, Spencer, did you know I've beat up a ninja before?"
+    "Hey, Spencer, did you know I've beat up a ninja before?"<br>
 
-    "Uhmmmm, duh. Hasn't everybody? They're always, like, the weakest ones in video games."
+    "Uhmmmm, duh. Hasn't everybody? They're always, like, the weakest ones in video games."<br>
 
-    I'm aghast. Ninjas? Weak? He must be taught before he gets hurt.
+    I'm aghast. Ninjas? Weak? He must be taught before he gets hurt.<br>
 
-    While we're talking, Spencer and I make it just in time for class.
+    While we're talking, Spencer and I make it just in time for class.<br>
 
     "I don't know Jamie" insists Spencer as we walk through the door, "Ninjas don't even have magic. How can they match
-    up against a mage?"
+    up against a mage?"<br>
 
     I open my mouth to refute, but Mrs. Kristal interrupts, "Jamie, Spencer. Sit down. We're about to start. You can
-    have your discussion after class."
+    have your discussion after class."<br>
 
     I want to talk back, but my mom would probably get mad at me if she heard about it, so I hold my tongue. Spencer
-    isn't so smart, "But Mrs. Kristal, Jamie thinks that ninjas are strong, when they're not even."
+    isn't so smart, "But Mrs. Kristal, Jamie thinks that ninjas are strong, when they're not even."<br>
 
     I blush hard, but Mrs. Kristal just chuckles, "Well aren't they? They can be very sneaky, which is a strength too.
-    Be careful or they might just sneak up on you!"
+    Be careful or they might just sneak up on you!"<br>
 
     Spencer's head droops as he contemplates, "Sure, I guess they are!" Then he turns to me and says, "Jamie, why didn't
-    you mention that?"
+    you mention that?"<br>
 
-    WHAT? Of course they're sneaky. That's their whole thing. Why would I even need to mention that?!
+    WHAT? Of course they're sneaky. That's their whole thing. Why would I even need to mention that?!<br>
 
     "Now now, save it for later. Sit down." As I walk past Mrs. Kristal's desk, she speaks up again, "Jamie, what's that
-    in your bag?"
+    in your bag?"<br>
 
     "What," I say, confused. I loop my bag around to the front to get a better look, and I'm horrified. Poking out the
-    top of my bag is the sai, undissolved even after I took care of the ninjas on the bus ride this morning.
+    top of my bag is the sai, undissolved even after I took care of the ninjas on the bus ride this morning.<br>
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