The seemingly calm South Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Brasil was suddenly interrupted the screeching sound of an aircraft in an accelerated dive. The multimillion dollar Gulfstream private jet that was heading for Rio de Janerio, had lost control in both turbines and was descending rapidly. Inside, both the pilot and copilot were dead with large slash marks on their corpses. The fearful screaming of an overweight businessman and his trophy wife echoed within the cabin as they held onto to the back of their seats, legs dangling down towards the cockpit.
Four black parachutes deployed just outside free-falling airplane as it dropped past the five-thousand foot altitude point, the men attached to the harnesses were clad in black garb, similar to ninjas of feudal Japan. They looked down towards the jet that was already several hundreds of feet below them and patiently waited for their leader.
"WHERE IS IT?" Canine appeared onto of the back of the seat that the businessman had clung onto, demanding the location of a hard drive that contained critical information on the Wildside of Predators. "I don't know!" The man responded, tears streaming from his eyes, he knew he was going to die. The altimeter warning beacon on the flight panel lit up and an alarm sounded, notifying that the aircraft with less than a thousand feet from the ground. Canine looked towards the wind shield and sighed, bracing for what was next to happen.
The nose of the jet crashed into the sandy surface of the beach and crumpled due to the force exerted on it's metal frame. Within seconds, the same happened with the rest of the plane and as the turbines made contact with the ground, it sparked a massive explosion that engulfed the entire area in flames. The four men that had parachuted, landed in the water and had already begun swimming towards the crash site. As they had reached the inferno, they all turned to each other, unsure of what to do. They had come with Canine and now that their leader was presumably dead, their mission was forfeit.
One of the four men turned back to the destroyed plane, confident he heard something. His eyes peered through the flames to see one of the pressurized doors being forced out, the hand that clasped onto the edge as it opened, mostly charred bone with very little flesh remaining. Canine had miraculously survived, but his body was much like his hand, unrecognizable. As he stepped out of the fire, Canine's healing factor had already begun the repairing process. The ninjas looked at him with awe as he approached, seemingly untroubled by his experience.
"It's in Rio. Lets go."