Roy McClane vs Four Ninja Assassins

By Sephen Jack

Government Agents interview Roy McClane, a local country boy who visits town every Saturday to see a movie at Buford's Movie Theater. Four ninjas come to town on this particular Saturday to assassinate someone with the initials: R.A.. Due to circumstances beyond his control Roy is dragged into a confrontation with four ninjas assassins.
Country vs Martial Arts

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sephen Jack
• Release date: Oct 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310130632

Sephen Jack

Sephen Jack - Artist, Author, Beach Bum:I am the son of a half-breed Cherokee from an Oklahoma, Indian Reservation. At the age of eleven I was orphaned. In the mid-60's was a long-haired Southern California teenager, and came of age in 1966 during the summer of love. I stood on the corner of Haight & Ashbury, San Francisco and communed with My Generation - The Hippy Generation - Peace, Love, the let's Party Generation.The Vietnam War expanded and I became a soldier in the U.S.Army until a Military Chaplin gave me and 16 other soldiers our Last Rites - I was the sole survivor - that cut my military career a tad short. I stood shoulder to shoulder with Brave Heroes and I walked alone through the midst of killers and thieves.I started my career as an Artist when I was in the 6th grade selling my pencil drawings to classmates and teachers for ice cream money - I've been an Artist ever since. I've put pen to paper, paint to canvas, chisel to stone. I've sculpted clay-steel-and sand and captured images on film.As a story teller I have penned many stories - true and fiction. I have ventured only recently to allow others to read my stories. If you have read my stories I hope you enjoyed them.My Life Experiences:I've traveled around the world a few times and consider myself an Adventurer. I've surfed the waves off the shores of many nations, swam the clear blue water of the Red Sea, and piloted a plane up high in the wild blue yonder soaring like an eagle over California's Mojave Desert. I skied the snowy slopes of many mountains.I crossed the Arabian Desert with a group of Nomads, by jeep - not camel. I explored many old gold mines left by the 1849 Gold Rush: "There's gold in them there hills." I've also spelunker many natural caves under Earth's surface. I scuba-dove many coral reefs around the world and dove the Caribbean Ocean floor in search of sunken treasure. I para-sailed over a school of Hammerhead Sharks near Cancun (unintentionally-who would do that on purpose). I explored the interior of the Mayan Pyramids in Chichen Itza, Mexico. And scaled to the top of 'Vihara Nam Hai Kwan Se Im Pu Sa Buddhist Temple,' in West Java.I enjoyed dancing to wild music on the rooftops of Singapore and toured the Go-Go Bars of Soi Cowboy, Bangkok. During a dig in the deserted city near Tulum, Mexico I unearthed a Mayan Relic, along with a small red scorpion that was pinching my finger and striking my thumbnail again and again with its poisonous tail. I walked across the crust of Kīlauea Volcano, Hawaiian a few days before it erupted - the boiling steam rising from beneath the Earth's smoking crust melted the soles of my climbing shoes. I won a Regatta Sailing Competition off the coast of Paradise Island in the Bahamas and drank Bahama Mommas as Hurricane Bertha blew past.I have chased UFOs (but I've not caught one -- yet).I've thrown dice in Vegas, White Water Rafted in the Kern River. I drove Speedway Car No.55 around Bakersfield Speedway Race Track. I raced Dune Buggies over the sand dunes of Southern California. I've sold my art on the strand in Venice Beach, California, and created many mermaid sand sculpture on many sandy beaches around the world.As an Engineer, I worked on NASA's Space Shuttle at Edwards Air Base. I was a Project Engineer on the Portland, Oregon Nuclear Power Plant. The Quality Control Engineer on a Geothermal Power Plant on Gunung Salak (volcano), Java. and the Chief Engineer on Coal-Fired Power Plant supplying electrical power to the Batu Hijau Gold Mine Project in Sumbawa, Indonesia.I worked as a Bartender / Bouncer at the Kasbah Saloon, in Rock Springs, Wyoming at night and searched for "The Hole in the Wall Gang's" buried loot during the day.I am the Artist Beach Bum you saw walking in the surf wearing a Panama hat on his head, a flowered shirt on his back and surfer shorts on his butt.Presently I live on the island of Java, Indonesia at the edge of a rainforest on the west coastline of the Indian Ocean.

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Roy McClane

vs

Four Ninja Assassins

by: Sephen Jack

17 August 2015

Roy McClane vs. Four Ninja Assassins

Copyright 2015 Sephen Jack

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FBI Agents snoop, gossip, badger, and sometimes they coerce.

TRANSCRIPT

This Interview was initiated by the Federal Bureau of Investigation and conducted at the local police department.

The subject: Mr. Roy McClane was compliant; he did not resist or exhibit any signs of aggression. He was not restrained or placed into custody. However, he was per protocol, patted down for security reasons. No weapons or paraphernalia were found on or about his body.

The subject has a small bruise below his left eye; otherwise, he appears to be unscathed.

A black SUV with U.S. Government license-plates skidded to a halt in front of the Oildale Police Department. FBI Special Agents Devon Washington and Richard Freeman exited the lead vehicle. A moment later, a second SUV arrived in the same manner. Special Agent in Charge Evelyn Clark opened the rear passenger door and motioned for the passenger to exit the vehicle.

The four FBI Agents positioned themselves in the standard FBI’s configuration around their charge. It didn’t matter if they were escorting a suspect in handcuffs or a witness to a crime or the victims; the agent's positions were the same: Agent in Charge in the lead, second to the left, and two agents three paces to the rear.

Ten-feet from the Oildale Police Department’s front door, Roy McClane came to a stop.

All four agents went on alert, heads on swivels, hands-on cold steel. Sunglass mirrored eyes searched for a threat.

Their charge, a six-foot-two-inch tall, built like a pro-football running back, Roy McClane was wanted for questioning in a gang-related incident. He was smiling like a twelve-year-old kid at the gates of Disneyland.

Roy was looking around, trying not to miss a thing, I’ve never been inside a Police Department before.

Four heads in unison snapped toward their protectee.

Special Agent in Charge Evelyn Clark, a lovely five foot seven inch when barefoot, the blonde went face to face with Big Roy McClane and asked in a pleasant tone, Mr. McClane can we please move this parade inside so you can actually see what the inside of the Police Department looks like?

Roy shook his head back and forth in wonder and said in a loud whisper, You mean we can go inside, and the policemen won’t get angry?

Agent Devon Washington, a five-eight, starched and pressed black male, stood at McClane’s side and said, It’s just like all the other buildings around here, except this one is full of redneck cops with guns and attitudes.

Roy questioned, Won’t they get mad if they hear you call them the ‘C’ word?

Well, Mr. McClane, Devon grinned, If you were to put the ‘F-ing’ word in front of the ‘C’ word, they might get upset, but I genuinely doubt it.

An f-word later, Evelyn Clark had McClane’s shirt sleeve in her grip, pulling the big man through the Oildale Police Department’s front door. Inside, the group