"Armaninx, sir!" said an officer who burst into the room. "One of our ships has been stolen by an obviously experienced ninja."
"Well, let's find out who it was, officer. Go check RoboRabbit's grave and report whether he still occupies it. I will go check the security recordings."
"Yes, sir."
It had been about five years since the last battle, and the ice surrounding RoboRabbit had slowly melted an inch every year. As Armaninx walked through the halls toward the hanger bay he realized that this building closely resembled one he had seen in a movie. When he entered the hanger he went straight to the security room.
"Show me the security recordings," Armaninx ordered. The guard hurried to obey. On the screen there showed a video of a large ship with guards standing aroud it. The ship door suddenly opened, which took about thirty seconds. Once it had fully opened, it started closing. When there was just enough space to fit a comfortable chair through, Armaninx barely noticed a green blur in the opening, which he assumed was the ninja slipping into the ship. A few seconds later, the ship was started, although Armaninx saw nothing through the front windshield.
"Rewind to when the door was closing," commanded Armaninx. The guard did so, and then Armaninx told him to go frame by frame. When it got to the frame with the green blur that was barely noticeable, he said, "Stop. Zoom in on the opening." When the guard zoomed in Armaninx could barely make out part of a green shell.
"Turtle," he whispered.
"What?" asked the guard.
"Nothing. Have my ship prepared. I'm going after him."
Then the officer popped into the security room and said, "Armaninx, RoboRabbit's grave is occupied, but you're not going to believe what it's occupied by." Then the officer pulled out his high-definition digital camera and showed him a picture.
"Nevermind about the ship," said Armaninx, "I'm going to have to investigate this."
