EXT. STREET - DAY
The Bad Dudes dash down the street. The panicked citizenry run in the opposite direction. Striker pushes them aside.
Out of the way you mooks, there are ninjas about!
I think that's what they're running from, bro of mine!
At at instant, a green ninja jumps at Striker. He plucks the guy from the air, swings him by the leg and smashes him into a nearby Toyota Corolla.
Aw jeez, I messed up some dude's car!
Someone's Japanese car! And with a ninja! That's like...that's like friggin' poetry.
They turn down and alley and more ninjas attack them, but Blade and Striker make short work of them, what with the kicks and karate chops and what have you.
The brothers turn to see a big bald man with a ball and chain slung over one shoulder. Behold KARNOV! The business man is held up by the scruff of his neck.
KARNOV (thick Russian accent)
You fight well, for dead men. But do you know truly what it is you are fighting for?
We're fighting to rescue that dude, not to mention save the president!
Of the United States!
Poor fools. If only you know what is being done by your country in your name. What this business man is responsible for....
Enough talk! Turn him over!
Come and claim him!
Karnov drops him through an open manhole. The Business man screams until he lands with a splash.
Blade runs forward, but with a speed that belies his size, Karnov swings his ball and chain into his midsection. Blade smashes into some trash cans!
Perhaps you are not so tough after all, my friend.
I ain't friends with kidnapping bullies! Especially commie ones!
Karnov laughs and Striker jumps in the air with a mighty yell and comes straight down towards Karnov's head with his foot extended in a kick.