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Here's chapter nine guys! Hope you enjoy!

"Bullseye!" Shane exclaimed, after his tomahawk hit the middle of his target, which was a large board of wood against a tree.

We were in Yellowstone, he said that Jordan's dad has a plot in here, so it is legal. On our way here, Shane talked to me and explained what videogames are. I think it's rather interesting, being able to do anything on a screen. He told me about all of his consoles; he said that he is trying to get them all. He has some of the oldest consoles and the most recent; he has a pretty big collection.

"Impressive," I said, staring at the tomahawk caught in the wood. His accuracy is very impressive, that was his fifth bullseye out of six shots, "how long have you been using tomahawks?" I asked.

"Since I was seven years old, so eight years."

"Wow," I said. I decided to show him an example of what I could do. Before I left, I grabbed a bunch of shurikens; I haven't used these in a while, I thought to myself. When he went to grab his tomahawk, I threw one. The shuriken we right passed him and hit right next to the tomahawk. I'm rather surprised that the shuriken stayed in the wood. Normally, they would just bounce off its target.

Shane turned around, shock apparent in his face. His tail started wagging, "Where did that come from?" he asked. I pulled another one out of my sleeve of my grey sweatshirt. "Okay," he said, "now you have to explain yourself. You said you were on a quest, and you have two ninja weapons and metal claws on gloves. Obviously this quest has some action!" He sounded excited.

I sighed, I was planning to tell him it, but I was going to slowly tell him it, but I can't just let him hanging now. "Have you met another anthro besides me?" I asked him.

He thought for a little bit, "Nope," he stated, looking back at me.

"That's because most of them live in Russia, more specifically: Siberia." He nodded, seeming interested on the topic. "Let's sit down, this could take some time." We sat down and I continued, "Back in the fifties, the anthros lived in the Northwest Territories in Canada, hiding from humans. But the Alpha of the civilization decided that they needed more land for the increasing population."

"Our grandpas met when they were young, and they joined the war together along with a few others. They were a group of assassins hired to take out human leaders of help with the war. We lost and our grandparents were banished."

"Why were they banished?" Shane asked, tilting his head.

"In one of their missions, a member was very injured. My grandpa, being the leader, refused their next mission, even though it could've ended the war. Grandpa said that his team was more important than the war."

"Oh," Shane said, looking at the grass, "Then why did you leave?" he asked, looking back up at me.

"My grandpa told me that he thinks that another war is coming soon, so he wanted to reform the team. He told me to find the grandkids of the old ninja and bring them back for training. Our goal is to make sure no war happens."

It was silent for a moment. He was probably taking all of the information in. "Why are we trying to stop the war," he finally said, "isn't it a good thing to have more territory?"

"Grandpa said there are peaceful ways to get territory. And he said that there is nowhere left to run if they lose," I explained.

"Oh," Shane said, "is that why you asked where my grandpa was?"

"Yep," I simply answered. Right after that, my stomach growled. I felt my face heat up, it was obvious that Shane heard it.

Shane laughed a bit, "I told you five hot dogs wasn't enough." He got up and said, "Let's head back and find you something to eat."

"Okay," I said, still embarrassed. I got up and followed him.

We walked back to the house. Shane asked me a lot of questions about his grandpa and what he did. I answered to the best of my ability. Some of his questions was not really possible to answer unless you knew the guy.

Once we got back to the house, I saw Jordan's dad and Leo talking. I don't think I was supposed to hear their conversation, but I have better hearing than humans. "...is in Siberia next year," Leo said.

"Why in Siberia? There's nothing there," Jordan's dad pointed out.

"Apparently there is a huge science laboratory there."

"Oh," Jordan's dad turned and saw us, "okay, what did your little wolf ears hear?"

Shane answered for us without hesitation. I guess it happens often, "Something is happening in Siberia and there is a big science building there," he explained.

He sighed; I'm pretty sure that was supposed to be a secret. "Well since you heard most of it, I might as well tell you two the rest," he told us, "there is a biology convention every year, and it is located at different places of the world. Scientist come from all around the globe to go to it. Next year, it is being held at Siberia."

"Oh," Shane said, then he turned to me and whispered, "Aren't we supposed to go to Siberia?" I just nodded; I was still kind of surprised that there was huge biology lab right next to a anthro civilization without the humans noticing.

I noticed that Jordan's dad was looking at me, "I don't believe we had a formal introduction," he started. He reached out his hand for a handshake. I was hesitant, this man still is huge and intimidating, but he sounds kind enough. I took off the claws and shook his hand. "My name's Dennis. What's yours?" he asked.

"M-my name's Luke Wolf," my voice stuttered a little. I bet I sounded stupid, but he seemed like a respectable man, so it wouldn't bother him.

"Those are some interesting gloves you got there," he stated, pointing at the claws, "what are they?"

I put it back on and said, "They are called 'the claws'," I told him, "my grandpa gave them to me."

"Grandpa?" he questioned.

"Yeah," Shane said, "up in-OW!" he exclaimed. I elbowed him in the ribs; he was about to tell a human the location of my family. Not a snowball's chance in hell I'm letting any scientist know that information.

"I understand," Dennis said, "I know family's important to you wolves, so I won't ask of their location." Good. "Hey Shane," he continued. Shane looked at him, "can I speak to Luke in private?" he asked.

Shane's tail lowered slightly, like he was trying to hide his disappointment. This was his first time meeting an anthro like him, so it's understandable, but he smiled and said, "Sure, but you might want to get him some food. Fatty's hungry." It's a good thing humans can't see my blush.

Dennis made me something called a grilled cheese and ham; when he gave it to me, it was hot. There was melted cheese in between two pieces of toast and ham. It didn't look too appetizing, but it smelled good. I took a bite and all I can say is that I can get used to human food.

Dennis told me to follow him, so I complied. We went past Shane's room, he was playing video games again, but this time he was playing a guy in a white suit jumping from building to building. It looked fun.

I followed him to the end of the hallway where there was a closed door. He put something on his hands from a dispenser that read "hand sanitizer" whatever that was. Once he was done rubbing his hands, he opened the door and turned on the lights. The only thing I could see down at the bottom was white tiles. They looked familiar.

I followed him down the stairs when I noticed the entire room was white. There was a bed near the far wall with a bag of blood. I could smell it; I think it's my blood. Dennis sat down on a swivel chair, "Take any seat," he told me.

I looked around the room, this was the science room I woke up the first time in, strapped to the bed. My ears flattened as I looked around the room. I found a chair that was far away from the bed; I wanted nowhere near that bed.

"So Luke," he said, clipboard in hand, "tell me about yourself."

What is this, counselling? Why did he want to know about me? Let me guess, this is something science related. I answered anyway, "Um, well, as you know, my name is Luke Deklan Wolfe," what am I supposed to say? "I live with my family of seven including me. What else do you need to know?" I have no idea what I'm doing.

"What do you do for a pastime?"

"I cook with mom, or practice my ninja skills."

"Ninja skills?" I feel like I shouldn't have said that, "Tell me more about that."

Should I trust him? I mean he hasn't harmed me yet. I'll just tell him without a location and hope I don't slip up. "As I told you, I live in a family of seven, and you know Shane, obviously there are more of us around. Have you heard of the Great Anthro War?" Grandpa told me that the war was kept secret from any non-military and government people. I don't know what a scientist is, especially if he researches anthros.

He sat there for a moment, "You mean the war in Canada and Alaska between humans and anthros?"

I guess he does count. "Yes, my grandpa was part of that, in fact, he was the lead assassin."

His eyes widened, "You're the grandson of the Assassin Wolf?" His heart rate increased. Maybe I should've said that when I first met him, he would've less scary to me.

"He prefers Ninja Wolf," I told him, joking a little, "don't worry, he's retired now, and he only taught me the basics for now." I think it calmed him a little. "Anyway," I continued, "I don't have to explain the war to you. After the war, the anthros retreated to a new place," I'm not going to tell him, "but my grandpa and his team were banished for not completing their last mission. They all spread out around to hide from the anthros and the humans, they were outcasts; this gave my grandpa time to think: the best way for peace is to first try to negotiate, and if that doesn't work, war. The anthros never tried to negotiate."

"He seems like a wise man...or anthro," Dennis pointed out.

"He is," I agreed, "he didn't deserve all the crap that came to him. It was unfair, but I'm here to make it all up. He wants me to go to the anthro civilization with a team and prevent any war from happening, and if one happens, stop it and make peace."

It was silent for a moment, then I continued, "I already told Shane after he showed me his tomahawks. He has the skill I'm looking for, he gets it from his grandpa," I stated.

"He's also a descendant of a Ninja Wolf?" he asked, sounding surprised.

"Yes, and he said it would be cool to come with me."

He sighed, "Shane's been cooped up here for his whole life, he needs something else in his life. He can go with you," awesome, got my first member, "but, I need you for some experiments." My turn to be scared. I think he could tell, "Don't worry, they are harmless, but I need to know one thing." I looked at him, head tilted a little, "How controled are you, as in sanity?" I don't like this question.

"I need to know the situation," I answered. I want to know what to prepare for.

"I want to see human-anthro interaction, but I want them around your age group. How old are you?" he asked.

"Fifteen," I answered.

"Jordan is fourteen, so we are in the range," he stated, "I would like you to go with Jordan to school tomorrow. I contacted the principal and he agreed, with a few conditions..."

"Like what," I asked, sounding displeased.

"You need to wear a shock collar and a leash, but you only have to wear the leash in first hour and in the halls, other than that, just the shock collar," he explained.

"Fun," I stated sarcastically.

"Please, this would be great for my research."

"Why didn't you send Shane to do it?"

"'People don't act well around me,' is what he told me. You're more...fluffy than him; it might help the students and teacher."

I sighed; this is not what I had in mind when I was told I would go on an adventure, "Fine."

"You only have to do it for one day, and if you like it, he has agreed you can do it for a week. I'm sure the students will love you."

Luke's going to school! This should be interesting. I hope you enjoyed this chapter; the next one is coming out soon. A review would be greatly appreciated. See you next time!