D Rank: Ninja McFeelly's missing chicken

[B0ukun]

Local fry cook Ninja McFeelly has lost his prize rooster, Koji, the only chicken he has yet to serve his loyal customers. The chicken is sort of like a local celebrity. Find the chicken and birng it back.

$50 + Free meal

[B0ukun]

The Set Up

Prolouge

Ho walked through the village letting her ears and nose guide her feet. She continued walking untill the smell of teriyaki over took her. She turned in the direction of the sweet smelling food. The dust of the ground floated up to her ankles. She walked with confidence dressed in her new attire. Having not seen her parents in days, Ho went home and they had brought her a new outfit for her life as a shinobi. She was dressed in a full black attire, a black shirt with short sleaves that clung tight to her body. The fabric was matte and fought against reflection of light. It was a tight mesh material that absorbed sweat and odor. This would help keep her sent down from dogs and other search animals. The pants where loose and baggy, the stopped at her knees and where tucked into her new tabbi boots. The boots where sectioned off at the big toe, keeping it seperated from the rest of the foot. They like the shirt and pants were black and of a matte fabric. The soles of the boots were a tan, rubber with grooves in the sole to increase her grip. He eyes were still wrapped in the konoha headband, now the band of the forehead protector was black cotton. it was tied tight and the ends of it drapped down her back. Around her waist was a red sash that was wrapped tightly. The sash was spotted with black circles to help break up her image in the dark. Her hands were covered with fingerless gloves. The gloves had a hole in the center to allow her to still be able to feel things with her palm. Her arms were exposed via holes that were a foot in diameter, as were he legs the same. This was to allow her to be able to feel the minute changes in the temperature due to changes in the wind direction or time of day.

The young girl stepped into the newly made Teriyaki hut where She heard an aggressive voice in the background.

Anko: Hey, more sake damn it!

The voice cut through the crowd. It sliced through the soft lights and pastel colored leather couches. The wood paneling of the wall shook in an attempt to release the anger contained in the voice. Ho had no trouble finding Anko dinning on Teriyaki bowls and other sumptuos treats.

Ho: You said you had a mission for me?

Anko: Yes, and it's a very important mission. So important that I thought the only person who could do this mission is you. Actually the Hokage asked for you personally.

The waiter brought Anko a fifth bottle of sake. And sat a plate infront of Ho.

Anko: Thank you, I'll take this to go.

With in minutes The waiter had returned with lidded plastic containers and filled them with the feast Anko had ordered for herself. Ho's stomach grumbled with lust.

Anko: You don't have time to eat, The future of this villaged financial standing depends on you. Lets go.
Ho and Anko exit the resturant quickly, the dust from the streets rising to meet them. It was late in the day and the sun was making its final rounds before it tucked itself into the clouds for the night. The two of them crossed the street and entered another resturant, a new one. A waiter greeted them at the door with a smile.

Waiter: Hello and welcome to Ninja McFelly's Chicken house.

The waiter attempted to hand them menu's but Anko swated them back.

Anko: We're here to see McFeelly.

Waiter: Oh, you're the...

Anko cut through the mans words trying to keep things as quite and secretive as possible.

Anko: Yes, now lets hurry, they day's growing long. And I've got booze to guzzle before the nights out.

Ho: I heard that.

The waiter lead the two of them through to the back of the resturant. The walls where painted a dull blue and met the white wooden out croppings of the booths. A medium tempo jazz melody played on a jukebox in the corner.

"Your love is king,
crown you in my heart.
Your love is king,
never need to part.
Your kisses ring,
round and round and round my head.
Touching the very part of me.
It's making my soul sing.
Tearing the very heart of me.
I'm crying out for more.

Your. love. is. king"

Sade, Your love is King

It was an old jukebox with a spool of records that were placed on the record player by an automated hand. As the music played various colors shot from the panels of glass on the jukeboxe, they bounced off the walls and out croppings. It seemed to dance on the black leather of the seat cushions. servers moved quickly through the buslting crowd. In the center of the room was a pedastool with a large golden cage on it. the door to the cage was open. They exited the dining room and entered the kitchen

In the kitchen there was even more action as one wall was lined with deep fryers, the oil bubbled fiercly and to Ho, the room smelled of a mixture of peanut oil and metal. There were varouis workers moving about killing chickens, chopping chicken parts, washing chicken parts, seasoning chicken parts, flowering chicken parts and frying chicken parts. There was a woman with a gleefull smile on her face as she swung a chicken about her head by the neck. Soon the neck snapped and the chicken was dropped and allowed to run around on the floor. ten seconds later the chicken dropped dead. A swift influx of bleach hit the air as the large box dishwasher opened and a young boy grabbed a tray of freshly washed dishes, and slid it across the roller belt. He grabbed one with his bare hand and dropped it immediately. It was steaming hot. The plate hit the floor and shattered making a loud crash. All the action stopped. The room grew tensly quiet.

Voice: Thats comming outta yer check!

Waiter: The boss is in an uproar. Just this morning he placed a bust boy in a water prison for almost a minute. Afterward he released the kid left him heaving for breath on the ground...Then he fired him.

The dishwasher swept up the peices of broken glass. The sliding of the glass plate on the floor cause Ho to shiver as the high pitched sound felt like needles in her ear. As they reached the small white door in the back of the room, it door burst open.

Ninja McFeelly: Ahhh, you've answered my mission requests. Thanks for coming so quickly my dear.

The propreitor of the business quickly rushed off the waiter with a stern look and quick creation of an earth seal. He then ushered Anko and Ho to a seat. The man was small and stock in stature, in fact he was no taller than Ho but nearly as wide as the door frame. The man was a box, actually quite muscular and from his gate as he walked, rather limber. His hair, white as snow, was tossed around his head in a whirlwind fasion. His eyes stern yet soft, like that of a grand father having survived a war and several harsh winters. His chin...obscured by a matte black cover that went around his neck and disapeared into the colar of his cotton shirt. The white cotton shirt was topped with a red tie which was swallowed by the lapel of his blue blazer. Ninja McFeelly sat behind his desk and placed his round framed coke bottle glasses on his face. (Colonel Sanders in a ninja mask)

McFeelly: I take it you read the mission statement?

Anko: Yes, could you please recant the mission in brief.

Anko then sneakily took a swig of the bottle of Sake she brought at the Teriyaki Palace.

McFeelly: Oh...Of course. See, I haven't seen him in several days. I simply went home one day, he was with me. As I walked up to the door with him. I took my boy into bed that night, closed his room door and went into my room for the night. All was fine. Then that morning I went to wake him up and get the boy some breakfast and...He...sob he was gone. My Koji had just up and run away. I know he's here in the village; I hear him in the mornings on my way to work. My poor Koji...GAWD I loved that Rooster.

Ho: Huh?

Ho openned her mouth in disbelief. Anko reached over and closed her mouth quickly.

Anko: So the mission is to find Koji and return him to Mr. McFeelly by 6am tomorow morning for the grand opening celebration. The Hokage will be hosting some preliminary meeting for the up coming chunnin exam, this is very important as Shichidaime finds the rooster very entertaining.

McFeelly: I can't pay much but you will receice free meals as long as I am in opperation.

CRASH!!!
Another dish had been broken

McFeelly: Thats exactly why I can't afford to pay much, Those glass plates cost a few thousand yen each. I now have to replace five. THATS COMING OUT OF YOUR CHECK!

Dishwasher: THEN I QUIT! i'm not getting paid for the next 6 weeks anyway at this rate.

Anko stands and pulls a bewildered Ho from her seat. The two of them walk out of the office and quickly make their way out of the resturant. The moment they are clear of the door Anko bursts out laughing.

Ho: You mean to tell me that my mission is to return a chicken to a fried chicken joint?

Anko: Yup. HAhahahahahaha.

Ho: You do realize this is making a mockery of all your hard work training me, right?

Anko: Not at all, cause I get a laugh out of it. Now gitt. By the way, he tells me that the chicken wears a bell around his neck and often sleep walks. Don't worry. You've got 8 hours. See ya.

Anko turns and walks off into the night heading for a bar; Beer on her mind, Sake on her breath.

[B0ukun]

The search.

Ho left the chicken spot in a terrible state. From her knowledge chickens slept at night, therefore even if a bell hung from the chickens neck, there was no way she'd be able to hear it ring. The young girl got to the corner of the block and fell backward on to her butt. She sat on the curb and thought this through even more thoroughly. During her thinking various people came stumbling out of buildings drunk and happy. As she sat there she heard loud clucking and the flapping of feathers. She jumped to her feet.

Ho: I've heard it said more than once, Luck is a skill to the well trained ninja.

She took off in the direction of the flapping and clucking. Ho raced through the street, made a right turn and hurried down an alley. The alley was strew with trash from the diners of the evening. She leapt an empty beer bottle as it rolled over some rocks. When running Ho had made it a habit of kicking things every third step with her right foot. This allowed her to be able to tell if there was something in front of her that needed to be dodged or allowed for. This time a pebble clanked off what sounded like a large dumpster. She jumped. Her toe nicked the dumpster and she leaned forward placing her hands on it and leap frogging over. She landed and continued. Eventually she heard a small bottle cap bounce off a wooden fence. She stopped and kicked to the right and left. The left was blocked by the fence, the right was clear. She headed to the right and kicked again, this time there was no dumpster or fence or wall to receive the rock, instead there was...A boy.

"OUCH!"

Ho: I heard a chicken, where'd it go?

The boy turned and looked at Ho.

Dishwasher: You're that girl from earlier.

Ho: Oh, I remember you, You're the dishwasher.

Dishwasher: Huh?

He looked at Ho, startled that she knew who he was even though there was a forehead protector covering her eye's. He quickly began to zip closed the bag he had slung over his shoulder.

Ho: Whats in the bag?

The dishwasher looked hard at the girl. Either she was a complete idiot pretending to be a Konoha shinobi or she was the real deal. The covered eye's didn't do much to strike fear into the boy; therefore he figured there was no harm in walking away without answering. In his mind, if he didn't make a sound, he'd seem to disappear. The boy took a slow step away from Ho, His foot just barely off the ground. As he placed it on the loose earth it made a slight grinding noise.

Ho: I'd rather you just talk to me instead of trying to sneak away.

The boy shouted a curse out of his mouth and darted down the corridor. Ho took off after him. At this point she needn't use her soccer style running step as she could follow the boys footsteps and clearly hear an aproximation to the timing of his steps and if he leaps or climbs anything. As the boy rushed off down the long alleyway, the contents of his bag was shaken and clucks began to fly out of the bag.

Ho: Chicken? Who the hell steals chickens?

The boy stopped with a short stutter step. He looked left then right. In an instant he took off to his left and hurried out into the street. Ho followed his sounds and moved to the left once the alley ended. She could hear the boy running he was just in front of her and slightly to her right. At this point there was more space and she began her kicking step which slowed her down slightly. The boy began to increase the distance between the two of them. As his footsteps grew slightly quieter, Ho decided she'd kick a rock in his direction. The young girl while running round something of size, her Right foot slide across it, she then stopped short swept it up with the foot and sent it in the boys direction.

WHAM!!!

The boy's head was hit in the center by the rock.

Dishwasher: Holy crap!

Her grabbed his head and stumbled around a corner, his breathing labored. As Ho followed his last footsteps she stops at the sound of his panting and the clucking from his bag.

Ho: Whats in the bag?

Dishwasher: Whats it to you?

Ho: Listen, just tell me whats in the bag please, I don't like running.


The dishwasher, now bleeding from the head, opens the bag and several chickens leap out and land on the ground. They begin walking around and pecking at the ground in search of feed.

Ho: Good grief, chickens stink.

Dishwasher: Huh?

As the chickens walked around Ho listened intently for the bell. Not one jingle. The edge of a feather tickles Ho's arm and she grabs it. The young girl pulls the feather closer to her nose and takes a good sniff.

Ho: Wait, that smells not the chickens...What did you do crap yourself?

Dishwasher: No...

Ho:You did didn't you, you shit yourself!

Dishwasher: No I didn't.

Ho: Then howcome you smell like shit?

Dishwasher: I Landed in it when I came around the corner. My whole side is covered in dog crap.

Ho: Ech!!! Good luck with that.

Ho turns and heads out of the foul smelling area.

After smelling the feather more than once Ho decided she'd have to rely on her sense of smell and hope that she could benefit from a stong wind that could give her a direction for the scent. She'd have to wait for now anyway. As long as the shops and resturants were open, she'd have a hard time pinpointing the smell of a chicken over the sweet smell of Ninja McFeelly's Ninja Fried Chicken. THe young heroine decided to sit and have something to drink, she headed to the first place that smelled delicious and sat at a table outside.

Next Time, Jingling baby.

[B0ukun]

Jingling baby

Ho had sat and drank hot cider for at least an hour before she decided to stand again. The street was quieting down and resturants had begun turning off their grills and steam tables and friers and convection ovens. Rosteriee's where turned off and fires put out. Chickens and ducks where pulled out of the windows. Lights were dimmed and turned off completely in some cases. Crowds thinned out and eventually evaporated completely. The area looked completely different as all that were left were general street lights and the bright sign to "Ninja McFeelly's Ninja Fried Chicken". Shame Ho couldn't see it.

Feather clutched tight in her hand. The girl began to walk slowly, dragging her feet slightly to lift rocks from the ground and fling them about in a general direction. Nothing hit, nothing in her way. She walked stopping breifly to sniff the feather and then compare the scent to what came in when the wind blew. Nothing yet, the smell of sweet and sour foods still lingered in the air as if trapped in an air lock. This was becoming increasingly more difficult.

Ho: This would have made much more sense to do durring the day. Chickens are mobile durring the day.

She stood still and took a deep breath. The girl had half a mind to begin doing her forms for the taijutsu she had learned. The least she could do was get something out of being awake at this time of day. Just then the wind came in again, the clouds were changing direction. Ho's hair blew in the wind and graced across her neck. A new interesting smell had hit her nose carried by the southward wind.

Ho: Huh?

She raised the feather to her nose and sniffed at it. She then pulled it down and sniffed again as the wind died down.

Ho: That was it, it's faint but that was definately the chicken.

Ho turned herself and headed north, the opposite direction of the wind. She picked up the pace as a second gust of wind came. The exposed skin of her arms told her that the wind was slowly changing direction. Her senses were great indeed but Ho was not a blood hound. If the wind changes course before she found the chicken, it would once again be untrackable. The girl had ran for 30 seconds flat out, chasing the wind. Well as it often does, the wind died down once again. There Ho stood under a street lamp, feather in her hand, unable to trace the bird any longer. She looked at the feather.

Ho: What am I doing? Shinobi, Me. I can't see worth a damn, how do I do my job if I need to be able to see targets, find my way places, not walk into walls or what ever. It's just not possible to walk into the area I'm working and explore and learn the entire. That's not possible.

THUUUUM

Thunder crackled in the disance, it was swiftly followed by an unseen flash of lightening. To the observant person a storm is brewing.

sniff sniff

Ho: Smells clean out here all of a sudden. The air has a crisp bite to it. Rain?!?

The drops began slowly at first until it began to pour. The feather, soaked with water, wilted and fell over.

Ho: Damn it! What next.

She threw the feather down to the ground, leaned against the light post, hung her head and cried.

Ho: I quit, It's impossible for a little blind girl to be a usefull shinobi.

She begins to untie her forehead protector from her face when something sharp is heard over the rain that danced on the roof of the building behind her.

Ting

Ho lifted her head up, face soaking wet, partially from tears, more so from the torrent that was pouring on the village area.

A Bell?



Anko: The rooster wears a bell around its neck. Find it and bring it back, you've got about 8 hours

Ting

Ho straightened herself, forehead protector in her left hand.

Ting

The girl turned herself to her right and moved towards the bell.

elsewhere

The thunder had startled him, ruffled his feathers a little. The rain however; was just too much. The rooster jumped up from its spot under the tree, flapping it's feathers. This startled the nocturnal creatures in the grass nearby, a sign to the snake that was hunting it. Back off, be patient.

Koji the rooster turned and rushed off into the night seeking cover from the rain. The rooster flapped in anger, it's bell ringing.

Ting

The bird flapped in leaping up and down, It forgot one very important fact about chickens...They can't fly. The bell rang again.

Ting

The bird landed on the ground seconds later, no closer to escaping the rain.

Ting

The bird ran and ran, flapped and clicked it's beak and eventually ran head first into a fence.

WHAM!!!

Ting

The search continues

Ho rushed into the rain. The bell chimming in a fierce imitation of a metronome. He forehead protector in her hand, dripping wet. Her clothes clung to her body. She was soaked head to toe.

Ting

The bell pulled her forward. If this was going to be her last mission, she was going to complete it since lady luck had smiled upon her.

WHAM!!!

Ho stopped in her tracks as she heard the sound. Then it came to her that the chicken may be in
danger.

Back to the chicken

Koji lay motionless by a wooden fence. His bell would ring no more as the bird was unconcious. In the distance a shadowed figure loomed near. The body swayed on the land as if being windswept to the sleeping chicken. A hand reached down and picked the chicken up from the ground gently. The body cradled the chicken as if holding a baby. The chicken lay in the crook of the left arm while the right hand stroked the chickens feathers. then in an instant, the hand grabbed hold of the bell and yanked it from the chickens neck. The bell was tossed on the ground as the figure turned and walked away into the rain.

Ho found herself standing in a puddle of mud on the side of a fence. She swept her feet around looking for anything interesting. It was pretty useless as the rain had left the ground wet, muddy and unhelpfull. The girl turned, leaned up against the fence and slid to the ground.

Ting

Ho leapt up as she felt as though she sat on a pebble.

Ho: What was that?

She swept her foot around and there it was again

Ting

The young girl bent down, reached in the direction of the sound and found a small round bell attached to a broken cloth collar. This was the bell of Koji McFeelly.

Next, the Final Chapter.

[B0ukun]

By the skin of my teeth.

The golden globe of a bell hung from the cloth strap in Ho's hand. She shook the bell and listened intently.

Ting

The was definately the sound she followed. it chimed almost saddly, as if it missed it's owner. She jingled the bell again and then stuffed it in her ninja fanny pack. Ho stood in the down pour for a split second attempting to figure out what was her next move. She figured that the ground would be soft enough to track foot prints if she could see. She knew full well that with the rain comming down any foot prints would smear away, if she attempted to trace them with foot sweeps.

Her jutsu list was limited to a useless head decapitation technique. Apparently she had failed the mission. At least in her mind. The air had begun to heat up slightly, this meant that the sun was not far from rising and she was still lacking a chicken. A slight buzz in the air signified that a shop had turned on the lights and started prepping for the day.

Ho: Wait a minute. Nothing out here starts working before the sun is up.

The rain was slowing slightly and the clean fresh scent of the air was getting stronger. A wind blew through the area and Ho felt a slight chill as it pushed the water in her clothes over the holes open in her uniform. The buzz grew louder as the rain died down. It was to the left of Ho and piqued her interest. What business out here would begin prepping for the day before the birds began to sing. She headed for the buzz.

MeanWhile

Koji had been stuffed in a cage and a shakle clasped around his left ankle, the rooster was still out cold. The lights in the building shot on and a general hum filled the building. A tooth pick was tossed at the bird, hitting it in the beak. Koji woke with a start and looked around.

Under Koji was a tub of cold water. In the base of the tub was a collection of knobs each with what looked like copper wires protruding from out of the knobs. The head of the rooster moves slowly following the circling figure in the room. An eirie cackling echoed.

Voice: So is this the secret to the success of "Ninja McFeelly's Ninja Fried Chicken". A good luck Cock, hmmmm. Thats funny. I wonder how much luck it will bring me if I saaaay, cook and eat you?

The Chicken turned it's head left to right as if it could understand the words spoke to it.

Voice: Something as simple as Fried Chicken, take the steam out of my business. The Seafood Sampler has always been a staple in the area. Now, fried chicken, something so simple, so low class, so...

lip smacking

Voice: Delicious, put me out of business. I bet without your luck bringing charms, NFC will die down soon, very soon indead. Also with my ingesting you luck and taking it into me. I will rise again. Squid will once again been on the menu.



Outside,


the humming had lead Ho to a small generator. She was currently rubbing her hands along the walls looking for a reccess and possibly a window if not a door. Doors were better since climbing in a window was taboo for one who couldn't see what was under them. After a few minutes she found something.

Ho: Damn it, a window?

The young lady reached down to the ground and felt around with her fingers.

Ho: Found one.

She grasped the rock tightly in one hand. The other she dipped in a small pool of water she had found with her feet. Now with her hand wet she slapped it onto the window, using the moisture in her palm to create a suction action. With this she lifted the window open. The young lady then dropped the rock inside the window and listened carefully counting.

Ho: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

PAP!!

Five second drop. The roughly equated to about 8 to 10 feet Ho figured. Not long enough to be concerned. The sound was clear and lacked bounces and bumps on the way down. That meant there was nothing in her way to obstruct her fall or otherwise cause an alarm. Either that or her drop was dead bones accurate. She hoped it was not the latter as she jumped through the window.

Ho flipped, twirled acrobatically for all of three seconds, then.

CRUNCH!!!

Ho hit a grouping of foam containers. From there she rolled off the edge of a pallete causing it to tip over and fall making and even louder crash.


Voice: What was that!?! Well I'll save the cooking part for later. Preferably after the sun rises completely.

The faceless character slowly walks outof the room, at the door he/She hits a switch and the bottom of the cage begins to open slowly, the center circling open like a corkscrew.

Ho lay on her back, pallete on her chest and stomach. She's breathing heavily and there are cuts on the exposed skin of her arms, splinters in her shoulders poking her through the shirt.

step, step, step, step

she could her footsteps coming in her direction. The young girl struggled through the pain and pushed the pallet off of her. She rolled to her stomach and began to push herself up slowly. Her forehead protector lay off to the side, she having dropped it when she hit the ground. As she placed one foot on the ground began to lift slowly a voice was heard.

Voice: Hmmm, so you've made it thus far on your own merit. Thats nice to see.

The voice came to her ears shrill and cold. There was a cackle afterward that shook the room.

Voice: Well, it's nearing the time you should have the chicken back to it's owner. With 30 minutes left I guess it's safe to say I can kill you now.

Ho stood to her feet slowly as the mysterious person walked towards her. With some considerable trouble Ho finally stands on shaking legs. Apparently some of the splinters had found their way into some accupressure points and where playing games with ho's nerves. She shook and wavered. Without the forehead protector on her face the faded pupils in her eyes were clearly visible. It was plain to see she had no sight.

Voice: Interesting, you found me how, with your nose.

To Be Continued

[B0ukun]

The machine in the other room engaged and the cranking of gears could be heard in her ears so clearly. Ho could understand what was going on now. The voice sounded more familiar now that it had to speak up over the din of machinery. The lights snapped on warming her damp skin. In the back Koji could be heard crowing and clucking it's beak.

The voice laughed at her, an unmistakible laugh.

Voice: Do you know where you're at? You're in my new factory, Everything is automated and this here chicken will be my test for the rest of the life of my business. Why don't you follow my voice this way.

The man turns and begins to walk toward the room where he held the chicken.


Voice: you see, hiring people for menial labor isn't really cost effective. I've stayed in business this long by being cost effective. I cut down on water waste by purchasing automated dishwasers. For a one time fee I managed to cut out four jobs. I only need someone to dry them and put them away. I cut down on cleaning costs by replacing wood with stainless steal. That quaint little jukebox even cut down costs. It allows me to play old records instead of newer CD's.

The man entered the room where the gears were loudest. He stopped infront of the dangling Koji as the chicken swirled even closer to it's doom.

Voice: And finally I plan to cut costs by replacing my slaughter positions with this, this beautiful machine. The cluck master 5000. Not only does it kill the chickens but it also defeathers and debones them, crushes the remains into chicken feed allowing me to feed both the customers and the chicken with the same effectiveness. Oh and as an added bonus i don't have to continues to buy that expensive bird food Koji has grown acustumed to.

Ho: So you would kill your own pet for a few extra dollars?

Ninja McFeely: Oh dear sweat cripple, this is business. The ultimate goal of business is to make money and the insurance policy I have on that bird is very substantial. it will allow me to get a quaint little bonus along with all the extra money I plan to save firing all those workers.

Ho: Then why hire me?

McFeely: I confess, I had little faith in you. See I requested you precisely because, you're blind. Actually i never planned to report any missing chicken. I was just going to quietly murder the poor bird and claim that it escaped. But recently he was stollen from his cage some time after closing. A bustboy had stolen the bird. When I found out I questioned the boy. He told me that the bird had excaped and I couldn't have that. You see, Koji's bell was very special to me. Under his colar I hid a document of my financial restructuring as there were several other costs that I needed to keep track of but couldn't keep with my public documents. Recipts for everything, you know.

As McFeely spoke the mechanical arm swung Koji into position with slow grind.

McFeely: damn it, the thing needs oiling.

He turn to his jacket, which hung on a knob behind him. In that instant Ho pulled a single pebble from the treds of her shoe and palmed it.

McFeely turned to her again after making a note to oil the machine.

McFeely: The only problem is what to do with you?

In a swift instant Ho launched the pebble at the gears that she'd been hearing all morning. The pebble loddged in the gears and brought the machine to a halt.

Ho: Don't worry about me, I quit this racket. There's no need for me to continue playing Ninja, keep the damned chicken.

Ho slowly walked out listening for any sign of Anko. The young girl had a plan and she definately didn't want the sadistic teacher she'd been given getting wind of it.

THE END???

[Dream Catcher]

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4/10. The mission failed so there is no payout

Pros : Your descriptive writing is good and there are certain aspects of the mission that you seemed to have thought out pretty well. Ho's clothes for example. That's about it, the missions is short and had quite a few flaws in it..

Cons : You have quite a few spelling mistakes. Most of them your write in a different tense or write "he" instead of "she." The mission started out nicely, but toward the end it seemed rushed and I got a feeling you were bored/annoyed with finishing it up. The plot twist could have worked if done properly, but like I said, it seemed very rushed. Also, I have no idea how Ho can run through alleys, kick rocks at targets she can't see and get direct hits AND above all that, she pities herself being "A poor little blind girl, how can she ever be a shinobi..." You see what I'm saying?

So in conclusion, this missions is a failure, so no payout of free lifetime chicken for you :p You have a nice style of writing, just make sure to keep everything (including characters) consistent.

On a side-note : Acceleration of gravity = 9.8 m/s^2. Ho counted 5 seconds until the rock hit the ground. Assuming it was a free fall (which I'm sure it was) the total distance the rock falls in 5 seconds is around 123m or 403 feet. So Ho plunged to her death. lol.