《Brother of Wind {Book 8: the Sons of Garmadon}》Chapter 8
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Morro messed up his hair. His head was starting to hurt. He was currently at the museum to see if they knew anything, jist anything at all about the Oni Masks. But it didn't seem like it. And all Morro got in return was exhaustion.
Morro was on his way out but he stopped by that hall. He glanced at the clock over a doorway. Not too late. He has some time. Morro entered that hall.
No one was in it. The Ninja wondered why. He saw plently of people around the museum while he was looking. Strange. At any rate, Morro sat down on one of the benches in the middle of the hall. He hasn't been here in a while since he's been looking for his father, but every now and then, Morro would come here. He checked the time again.
"Ha. The same time again." Morro noticed that every time he came to sit in this room, it was the same hour.
Then he saw a mother and child walking by. The child pointed to enter the exhibit but the mom saw Morro in there and tapped her kid's shoulder.
"It's that time, we'll come back later." The mother said.
"Is she talking about me...?" Morro asked himself quietly. He doubled checked. No one was in the room but him. Then Morro's detective skills were put to the test.
"I come here so often that people avoid it at this time?" Morro looked up.
"Oh. I see why." The Wind Ninja fixed the green cloth on his arm as the statue before him had one just like it. And Morro left.
. . .
"Okay, think. Think, Cole." The Ninja paced in his cell. He couldn't find anything to bash the lock open with after all.
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"You're not thinking, you're running your mouth. Look who's talking. Now I am having a conversation with myself. How annoying is that?" He went back and forth.
"Hey, Dangerbuff, be quiet!" The gang member guarding Cole shouted from afar.
"That's it! Ahem." Cole cleared his throat and began to put on a terrible performance.
"Shine, little glow worm, glimmer glimmer. Hey there glow worm. Don't get dimmer!"
The guard became annoyed and then ran up to Cole's cell and shouted.
"I can't take it! Would you stop!?" He shouted. Cole grabbed the guy's collar and pulled him in, hitting his head against the bars and knocking him out.
"WOO! Dad would be proud." Cole sighed, taking the key from the unconscious guy and unlocking his cell.
He was about to walk iff when he realized there was a locked door and he had the key. He first looked into the dark room if the door in front of him.
"Huh." He unlocked the door and went in the dark room.
"The key to the third mask?" Cole saw a box on the ground with a blanked covering it.
He lifted up the cover. A child.
"Uh oh!" Cole paniked, dropped the blanket and kicked the box away a bit.
"And...that's not a key." He lifted the cover again.
"Sorry, baby, but I'm looking for a key. I gotta go. You understand." Cole turned around. However, he heard the baby cry.
"Oh, fine. But for the record, I'm no longer talking to myself. I'm talking to you." Cole smiled as he picked up the kid.
"You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?"
Cole whipped around. Ultra Violet stood in the doorway. The baby cried again.
"Sweet, isn't he?" She asked.
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"He?" Cole asked.
"If you want the masks to bring back Garmadon, why take a child?"
'You really have no clue, do you?" UV forced forwards then puched Cole back, the child falling into her hands.
"You wouldn't hurt a child!" Cole yelled.
"Lord Garmadon will not be stopped." UV said. Cole narrowed his eyes. He rushed forwards, pushing UV to the back if the room. Cole held the child in his hands again.
"Lloyd saved his father. He sacrificed himself for Ninjago. He wasn't a bad man." Cole glared.
"This one will be." Ultra Violet kicked Cole in the stomach, pushing him back a bit
"Lord Garmadon will eventually destroy you all!!" She junped forwards.
Cole slammed the door.
.......
"Okay." Cole turned to leave.
. . .
"ARGH!" Zane was knocked off the bike. It's been a little bit. A big fight happened when the Sons if Garmadon found out that Zane was undercover among them. Mr. E was on the case if taking him down.
"You're the Quiet One, aren't you?!" Zane shouter at E. He said nothing. A fitting name. Zane took his bow off his back and drew an arrow. E rushed in ti avoit the sharp prohectiles but combined with Zane's ice, he managed to get a solit hut on Mr. E's helmet, chipping a part of it away.
What Zane was undernewath was... Bronze. A bronze rusted metal? If Zane was able to get a good moment in to scan, he coukd confirm his suspicions. But he wasn't able to. Mr. E caught Zane in his moment of confusion.
Zane was kicked back, but he snapped back to his thoughts. Zane pushed his bow forwards, getting E to punch and trapping his fist between the string and metal. Zsne the twisted his bow, letting his grab E's arm and throwing him onto his back.
"Who are you?!" Zane yelled. E said nothing again and spun his body to kick Zane's legs. The Ninja was knocked kff balance and onto his back but he quickly pushed off his arms to get back up. But at that time, E was waiting for him and punched Zane right in the stomach. He flew back and crashed to the ground but Zane wasn't done yet, of course not.
Zane drew anither arrow and fired. It hit right where E's arm met his torso. And the arrow went straight through. Zane's eyes widened as the silhouette of E's arm dropped to the floor. But what Zane saw was even more shocking.
Sparks.
. . .
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