'Centuries ago, The Tanner family, then known as the Yoru family of Japan, was a part of an elite Ninja group known as the Kage Yurei, or 'ghost shadows'. There were five members, each of them were blessed with a powerful Eien ni (forever) Jiujitsu that would be passed from father to son without need for training as it was magically placed into their very being (DNA). Each had the ability to become like ghosts with all the powers that came with that form, defending the secrets and riches of the ruling dynasty.'
My father was among those elite warriors; he had defended many a Japanese lord, earning many rewards for his heroics. However, no job is perfect and he found a reason to leave it all behind; he fell in love with an American woman.
The one who had created the Eien ni Jiujitsu never produced a son so its secret died with him. Those who were blessed with the Jiujitsu passed its power to their first born son and they continued to protect the secrets and riches of each dynasty. However, that all changed when fate eventually hit each family with a first born daughter, ending their service in the Kage Yurei, with the exception of one. The Yoru family carried the burden alone until the first born son, Neo Yoru suddenly fled to America with an outsider woman and changed their name to Tanner to avoid those who would to hunt them down to be killed or returned to Japan. The Tanner family started a new life in America, using their Eien ni Jiujitsu to make a difference in the world around them.
I am Geo Tanner; son of Neo Tanner. The world shall know me as The Ghost...
I looked up from my journal to see Ted Jones peering into my office. He and I, along with two other friends had set up a small but elite group to help defend the city as others had done before us. We had rented out an old warehouse to serve as our temporary headquarters.
"Hannah, the detective has been kidnapped... again." Sighing, Ted said.
We had each picked a different name to prevent any slip ups when communicating with each other. It was a simple but efficient means to further protect our identities. Heather, who we called Hannah, was the daughter of a reporter who had a nose for the news and, unfortunately, for trouble as well. It had come to the point where we had placed a tracking device in her favorite belt buckle, built by Steve Connors who we called Sam, The Machine.
"Poking her button nose where it doesn't belong again..." Shaking my head, I said.
"Whoever took her is on the move." Frowning, Ted said. "We have to go after her."
I did well to hide a smile. Ted had a terrible crush on Heather though he was not yet ready to admit it. "Let's go then."
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