On the north corner of the building, Ninja began to hear light, but sharp, tapping noises, like popcorn or something. Then, three streets over a car with a pegged out engine and some blue and white flashing lights zoomed by towards the sounds of the tapping noises. Ninja closed his eyes, focused his senses into one sense, his hearing. Within a few seconds, he was able to discern the repetitiveness of not popcorn, but firearms. His eyes popped open, [i]Job interview time[/i].

Ninja ran to the east side of the building. Not slowing a bit, he leaped off of the building's roof, tumbled in mid-air, hit a solid object and rolled to his feet on the roof of the next building over. He did that once more, then slid down the fire escape. He rushed over to the dumpster that hid his bike, tossed off the boxes that covered his seat, hopped on and started his engine. The midnight blue Samurai purred as he revved the bike. His tires squealed for a few seconds as he screached his way out of the alleyway. He headed back to the warehouse where the vigilantes were. As he neared the entrance that everyone had been using, he popped a wheelie and slammed the door open with the front tire. The floor of the warehouse squeaked as the Samurai's tires went across its surface, and the bike and rider rode over to the group, turning around to face the door.

"Hope you have recruits. Time to show our mettle. North, about a mile from the sounds of it. Sounds like a war zone. Gotta get moving. The cops have stirred and they're involved. What could bring them out at this time of night?" Ninja reached back to the seat frame and grabbed the midnight blue helmet (he doesn't wear one, himself). He then tossed it to Green Skull. Once GS had caught it and looked at it, everyone will notice the front of the helmet had been airbrushed into a lifelike skull, painted in varying shades of green. "Thought you might like that helmet. Wear that if you're going to ride with me." Ninja looked around the room, "This is your job interview. You want in, come on. You want out, get out. Either way," he nods to Green Skull, "he'll figure out if you're good enough to join us."

Once Green Skull had put on the helmet and tossed his leg over the back of the Samurai, Ninja revved the bike a few times, and (not waiting for GS to grab on) the floor squeaked shrilly as the bike and riders flew out the door. They turned north, and headed towards the war zone.