Tucker Harding, a master
ninja, was studying in India.
One day, only a few hours be-
fore he was scheduled to re-
turn home to the States, he
ran into a group of robed fig-
ures, blocking the street.
Tuck didn't want to even
bother asking what was going
on, so he just turned to the
side and started to take
another route. As he started
down an alleyway, a large cow
came from the opposite end and
essentially plugged its exit.
Tucker was seriously starting
to get frustrated, and climbed
over the cow. The figures,
however, had been watching.
"He has trodden upon a child
of Ghamuta! He must die!"
Tucker was startled when he
heard this, but did not wait
more than a moment. He dropped
his bags and unsheathed his
katana. Within the minute, at
least a half dozen holy ninjas
were on his tail.
"What the heck is going on
around here? I just wanted to
go home!"
Tuck started for a nearby
bamboo forest, where he had
practiced his arts during the
last few months. Maybe, in
that familiar yet twisted
territory, he could find
a way home, to safety.
