AMERICAN NINJA 6: SHADOWS IN THE SNOW - fanfiction
AMERICAN NINJA 6: SHADOWS IN THE SNOW - fanfiction
Genre: Action / Martial-Arts Thriller
Tone: Cold-War pulp revival — heroic, fast, and mythic.
Style: 1980s Cannon-style action, practical fights, synth-rock score, snowy landscapes.
TAGLINE
“Two ninjas. One frozen frontier. No borders for honor.”
LOGLINE
When a rogue multinational paramilitary force seizes an abandoned Soviet bio-weapons lab near Arkhangelsk, elite ninjas Joe Armstrong and Sean Davidson are dropped in from Finnish Lapland to recover stolen tech before it sparks a new world war.
But in the Arctic shadows, they face hybrid enemies — Russian “little green men” and North Korean taekwondo commandos — whose alliances shift like the northern lights.
CAST / ROLES
JOE ARMSTRONG – Michael Dudikoff
Calm, philosophical, the original American Ninja. Retired in Finland teaching wilderness survival; pulled back for “one last mission.”
SEAN DAVIDSON – David Bradley
Hot-blooded, adaptable, now an international security contractor. Loyal to Joe but restless for action.
CAPTAIN LI KANG – North Korean taekwondo master; stoic antagonist who believes martial discipline will restore order to a chaotic world.
COL. ZORIN – Russian ultra-nationalist leading the “little green men.” Brutal, pragmatic, believes in controlling the Arctic trade routes.
LENA SAARINEN – Finnish intelligence liaison; fluent in Russian; Joe’s student turned field agent.
ACT I — “THE SNOW DROP”
EXT. LAPLAND AIRFIELD – NIGHT
A NATO C-130 touches down on ice. Joe Armstrong, wrapped in winter tactical gear, watches his breath turn to mist.
He’s met by Lena Saarinen.
LENA
You trained us to hide in the snow. Now we need you to melt it.
They brief: an old Soviet research site across the Russian border re-activated by unknown troops. Satellite photos show North Korean cargo planes unloading equipment.
INT. HANGAR – LATER
Sean arrives, grinning under his hood.
SEAN
You really thought you’d do this without me?
Handshake — brothers reunited.
They parachute across the border under aurora lights.
ACT II — “THE FROZEN FRONT”
EXT. ARKHANGELSK WILDERNESS – DAWN
Endless tundra. Joe and Sean trek through white silence until they see a convoy: unmarked Russian armor, soldiers with green patches — the infamous “little green men.”
A skirmish erupts: Sean’s quick-draw shuriken vs. AKs; Joe disarms a trooper with one movement, using snow as smoke.
They capture intel — blueprints of a “Bio-Core” sealed beneath the old lab.
INT. ABANDONED LAB COMPLEX
Steel corridors half-collapsed, icicles like blades. Korean symbols spray-painted on bulkheads.
They spy Captain Li Kang, leading a mixed unit of Russian and Korean fighters — testing cryogenic weapon pods.
LI KANG
The North will rise — cold makes the body pure.
Joe whispers to Sean: “Fanatics and mercenaries. Worst kind of alliance.”
ACT III — “THE NINJA WAR IN THE WHITEOUT”
Sequence of set-pieces:
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Silent infiltration through a blizzard, Joe using white camo and snow-silencers on his blades.
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Sean vs. Korean taekwondo squad — swirling kicks, icy footing, mirrored visors.
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Joe vs. Zorin inside an old radar dome, trading philosophy and blows.
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Zorin: “The ice hides everything, even sins.”
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Joe: “Then it’s time they thaw.”
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Lena hacks a radio array, broadcasting evidence of the illegal operation to both NATO and Russian civilians — exposing the conspiracy.
MIDPOINT TWIST:
Li Kang turns on Zorin; he wants the Bio-Core for himself. The North Koreans seal the base and trigger a meltdown countdown.
ACT IV — “THE BURNING ICE”
INT. LAB CORE – NIGHT
The chamber glows cyan. Liquid nitrogen vents burst like geysers.
Joe and Sean split up: Joe to stop the detonation, Sean to face Li Kang.
FIGHT 1: Sean vs. Li Kang
Fluid taekwondo versus American hybrid ninjutsu.
They trade respect mid-fight; Kang’s discipline versus Sean’s improvisation.
Sean wins but spares him.
FIGHT 2: Joe vs. Zorin
Bare-handed atop a cracking ice bridge above the reactor.
Zorin slips, clings to Joe’s arm.
ZORIN
Mercy is weakness.
JOE
It’s strength you’ll never know.
He lets go; Zorin falls into blue light.
Joe shuts down the reactor manually, frost crawling over his mask.
ACT V — “THE DAWN AFTER”
EXT. ARCTIC RIDGE – SUNRISE
Helicopters lift survivors. Aurora fades into daylight.
Sean limps up beside Joe.
SEAN
You think we’re done?
JOE
Until the next shadow.
Lena hands them steaming mugs of coffee.
In the distance, an ice-covered satellite dish glows faintly red — hinting one Bio-Core still active.
CUT TO:
A lone figure — Li Kang, half-frozen, meditating in the snow, eyes opening to the sunrise.
ROLL CREDITS
Cue ’80s electric-guitar theme remix of the original American Ninja score.
VISUAL & MUSIC NOTES
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Look: Polar blues, flare reds, gunmetal grays. Real snow, real stunts.
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Music: Synth-rock meets Korean percussion; heroic brass leitmotif for Joe & Sean.
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Cinematography: Wide arctic vistas, fast-cut fight close-ups, thermal-camera inserts for ninja vision.
POSTER LINE
“In the world’s coldest war, only two warriors still burn.”
Full Script
FADE IN:
EXT. LAPLAND AIRFIELD – NIGHT
A polar wind howls across a frozen runway. Sodium lights halo in drifting snow. A C-130 HERCULES engines down, steaming like a beast in the cold.
A solitary figure waits: JOE ARMSTRONG, 50s, calm eyes behind frost, in white winter gear with a simple black scarf. He looks like he belongs to the silence.
The cargo ramp hits the ice. A snow-dusted SNOWCAT pulls up. Driving is LENA SAARINEN (30s), Finnish intel, sharp, pragmatic.
She hops out, offers a gloved hand.
LENA
Tervetuloa, Joe.
JOE
Kiitos.
They lock eyes — mutual respect.
LENA (re: wind)
You trained half our north unit to move like ghosts. Tonight we need a miracle.
JOE
Miracles are loud. Let’s try discipline.
They climb into the snowcat.
CUT TO:
INT. SNOWCAT – MOVING – NIGHT
Instrument light paints their faces. A CASE FILE on Lena’s lap: satellite stills of a DERELICT SOVIET LAB near Arkhangelsk. A convoy. Unmarked troops. Korean tail numbers.
LENA
Site was abandoned since the nineties. Two days ago it woke up. Trucks went in with nothing. Came out heavy.
She taps one still: a green-armbanded soldier in balaclava.
LENA (cont’d)
“Little green men.” No flags, no insignia. You know the type.
JOE
Men without names still leave footprints.
A SINISTER HUM — another engine pulls alongside. Lena glances out. A second snowcat. The passenger door opens to reveal — SEAN DAVIDSON, 40s, grin like trouble. He thumps the door with a gloved fist.
SEAN
You weren’t gonna start without me, were you?
Joe can’t help a small smile. Sean clambers into the back seat.
SEAN (to Lena)
You must be the one sending the scary emails.
LENA
I prefer thorough.
SEAN
Thorough’s my middle name.
(beat)
No, it’s actually Anton, but—
Joe’s look: focus.
SEAN (to Joe)
Good to see you, brother.
They clasp forearms.
CUT TO:
INT. HANGAR – LATER
The C-130 is being reconfigured. A pallet of ARCTIC CHUTES, SILENCED SUBGUNS, NINJA KITS: grapnels, collapsible skis, ceramic blades.
Lena briefs over a portable map table. A BLUE LINE shows the Finland–Russia border, a RED STAR over the derelict lab.
LENA
We jump here, ride the wind east. No radar at tree level. Inside the lab is something called Bio-Core. Old cryo program. If it powers up, we get a new kind of arms race.
SEAN
And who’s buying?
Lena brings up a tablet: North Korean IL-76 cargo silhouettes.
LENA
Kimchi delivery. With friends.
JOE
Command structure?
LENA
Russian ultranationalists on perimeter. North Korean team inside. Their captain is Li Kang — taekwondo master, former special forces. Disciplined. Devout. Dangerous.
Joe secures a ceramic tanto into his forearm sheath.
JOE
What we break, we leave broken.
SEAN
What we take, we don’t admit we took.
Lena hands them encrypted sat beacons.
LENA
Fifteen hours till dawn. After that, politics wakes up. You won’t like politics.
SEAN
We didn’t bring our debating pants.
A COMM TECH raises a thumb: green light.
CUT TO:
EXT. LAPLAND SKY – NIGHT
The rear ramp yawns open to a black, star-drilled firmament. The AURORA ripples like a slow-moving serpent.
Joe and Sean stand at the ramp edge, CHUTES on, skis clipped to packs, faces open to the cold.
They look to each other. No words.
JUMPMASTER
Go! Go! Go!
They dive into the night.
EXT. ABOVE THE TAIGA – CONTINUOUS
White parachutes bloom like ghost-flowers. Joe and Sean steer with minute inputs, silhouettes sliding under the aurora.
INSERT — POV HUD: wind vector, border line approaching. A warning flashes: GLIDE LOW.
They adjust — skim over firs — vanish.
EXT. RUSSIAN TAIGA – NIGHT
They land in powder. Chutes are swallowed by snow with practiced efficiency. Skis on, poles out. They move.
MONTAGE — ARCTIC INSERTION
— Joe uses a snow saw to cut a tunnel roof; they crawl under, heat signatures zero.
— Sean plants a micro-sensor on a birch, checks a tiny screen: CONVOY ETA 6 MIN.
— Joe palms a handful of snow, lets it fall, feeling the wind.
They drop prone as HEADLIGHTS smear the trees. A convoy passes: UAZ trucks, a BTR with no flag, men in green with face masks — LITTLE GREEN MEN.
One trooper hocks into the snow, then pauses… listens. Joe and Sean are still as stone.
The convoy moves on.
SEAN (whisper)
Miss the beach yet?
JOE (whisper)
Snow has fewer sharks.
They rise.
CUT TO:
EXT. RIDGELINE OVERLOOK – LATER
Below, an ABANDONED SOVIET COMPLEX: concrete blocks, half-collapsed smokestacks, TREFOIL SIGNS scabbed by rust. Now lit by portable towers, crawling with green men.
An IL-76 silhouette sleeps in the distance on a rough strip. KOREAN MARKINGS glow on its tail.
Through binoculars: COLONEL ZORIN (50s), granite jaw, inspects crates with a tablet.
Then, a KOREAN UNIT emerges, precise formation. At their head: CAPTAIN LI KANG (40s), calm, eyes like a blade.
Kang stops. Looks… up the ridge.
Joe lowers the glasses.
SEAN
He feel us?
JOE
He feels everything.
LENA (V.O., encrypted whisper)
Aurora Team, copy?
Joe taps his throat mic.
JOE (sub-vocal)
Visual confirm on both elements. We move to recon ingress, south vent.
LENA (V.O.)
South vent ties to Level B. Expect chemical seals and trip lasers. Sending schematic.
Sean’s small wrist screen populates with a crude 1988 FLOORPLAN.
SEAN
Retro chic.
They slide off the ridge.
EXT. PERIMETER FENCE – NIGHT
Joe’s gloved hand brushes frost from a chain-link, revealing a tiny paint mark — an old Spetsnaz ingress sigil.
SEAN
Somebody beat us here… decades ago.
JOE
Good habits don’t age.
Bolt cutters click with cloth muffling. A gap yawns. They flow through.
EXT. SOUTH VENT SHAFT – MOMENTS LATER
A circular grate rimed with ice. Joe taps the bolts — hollow ring.
He pulls a ceramic hex tool, turns — the bolt head SHEARS silently. He twists the others; the grate sags.
Sean snakes a borescope inside — screen shows a frost-coated duct, red laser lines criss-crossing like a web.
SEAN
Laser spiders.
Joe withdraws a chalk pencil, marks a pattern on Sean’s wrist:
JOE
Three-count. Exhale on turns.
Sean nods. He flicks the mirror-blade from his bracer, catches laser in the reflection, walks the beam to the sensor, flicks it off with a pin.
He grins back.
SEAN
Still got it.
They lower in.
INT. VENT DUCTS – CONTINUOUS
It’s a freezer. Their exhale fogs. They stop at a grille. Below: a CATWALK over a cavernous lab level. Men move like ants.
ANGLE DOWN: Colonel Zorin confers with Li Kang beside a huge CYLINDER labeled in Cyrillic: BIO-CORE. Blue light pulses inside, throbbing like a heartbeat.
ZORIN (RUSSIAN; subtitled)
We keep perimeter until your technicians complete the transfer.
LI KANG (KOREAN; subtitled)
Discipline is transfer. The North persists because we are patient.
Zorin’s half-smile says he dislikes lectures.
On a platform above them, two green men with PKMs idle, bored. One checks TikTok, the other chews. Sean slips his wire noose over the grille screw.
JOE (whisper)
Not yet.
Below, a YOUNG KOREAN TECH places a gloved hand to the cylinder, reverent.
YOUNG TECH (subtitled)
Cold makes the body pure.
LI KANG
And purity makes the state eternal.
Kang looks up. Joe freezes. Kang’s gaze sweeps the duct. He turns away.
SEAN (whisper)
I hate monks.
JOE
He’s a soldier who prays.
(beat)
Hardest kind.
A KLAXON burps twice. All heads snap. Zorin speaks into a radio.
ZORIN (subtitled)
Convoy returning. Intercept.
Kang gestures. His men pivot like a single machine.
Joe and Sean exchange a look: split attention = window.
JOE
We go floor B. Plant eyes, not flags.
SEAN
Copy eyes. No flags.
They shimmy down, catlike, drop to the catwalk’s shadow.
INT. LAB – CATWALK SHADOWS – CONTINUOUS
Footsteps echo. Sean draws a silenced compact; Joe ghosts forward, ceramic blade low.
A GREEN MAN rounds a support, bored. Joe’s palm covers his mouth; a wrist press and the guard slumps into a coil of cable — asleep, intact.
Sean peeks through a grate into an ANNEX: cold lockers, OLD SOVIET FILES in frosted crates stamped 1988.
SEAN
History class.
JOE
Later.
They coast to a SERVER RACK, plug a thumbtap. A download bar crawls.
LENA (V.O.)
I’m in. Copying manifests…
(beat)
This is worse than we thought. Bio-Core is a transit. Not a weapon yet — a power plant for something that needs below zero.
SEAN
Like a popsicle from hell.
Movement below. Zorin steps to a PA MIC.
ZORIN (subtitled)
All units. Eight minutes. We move the core.
Li Kang watches the cylinder, almost devotional.
LI KANG (subtitled)
A nation is ice. It preserves the true shape.
JOE (whisper)
Fanatic.
SEAN
We break his shape.
A GREEN MAN appears at the end of the catwalk. Sees a shadow — steps closer.
Sean’s eyes flick to Joe. Joe nods, now.
Sean rolls low; Joe steps into the guard, redirects the rifle, disarms with a soft clack, settles him into the shadow. Clean, efficient.
The DOWNLOAD pings complete.
LENA (V.O.)
Got you. Exfil north service stair, then ice tunnel.
(beat; tense)
Heads up — patrol inbound your level.
An angry RUSSIAN SHOUT below. A soldier points: a drip from the duct grille — melt. Heat from bodies.
SOLDIER (subtitled)
Up there!
ZORIN (subtitled)
Alive.
LI KANG (in English)
Or not.
Kang SPRINGS — a vertical kick that rings the catwalk, eyes cutting to where Joe and Sean melt into shadow.
The ALARM howls.
SEAN
So much for quiet.
JOE
We change phase.
He kicks a VALVE WHEEL — steam BLASTS across the catwalk, a white curtain.
INT. SERVICE STAIR – CONTINUOUS
Joe and Sean burst through, taking the steps three at a time. Bullets ping the rails. Sean tosses two smoke pearls down the stairs; they pop, rolling fog.
SEAN
He moves like you.
JOE
He moves like himself. Respect it; end it.
A GREEN MAN lunges from a landing. Joe’s elbow finds his solar plexus; Sean slips the rifle, sends the man sleeping.
They hit LEVEL B DOOR — chained. Sean produces a tiny hydraulic spreader, squeezes — chain SNAPS.
They flow through—
INT. LEVEL B – CORRIDOR – CONTINUOUS
Frosted pipes. Old warning placards in Cyrillic. A FLOOR MAP: LAB, RADAR DOME, ICE TUNNEL.
Boots pound behind.
JOE
Radar dome. High ground.
They sprint.
INT. RADAR DOME – MOMENTS LATER
A cavernous SPHERICAL CHAMBER with a rusted lattice — a dead eye toward the sky. Snow sifts down through holes.
In the center, a circular MAINTENANCE RING around a shaft. Echoes multiply every breath.
Joe moves to the far side, scanning. Sean sets two micro-snares at the entrance.
SEAN
Give me ten seconds of noise.
JOE
You’ve got five.
He claps once, soft — the dome sings like a bell, harmonics masking their footfalls. They climb to the catwalk.
Green men pour in, weapons up. The first two hit snares, zip up, hang harmlessly, spinning.
SOLDIER
(swearing, subtitled)
Witches!
A slow clap from the entrance. LI KANG steps in, alone, hat removed, breath steady, studying the snares, the patterns, the air.
He looks up. Meets Joe’s eyes across the space.
LI KANG (in English)
I know your name, Armstrong.
JOE
Names are wind.
LI KANG
Wind carves mountains.
He LEAPS — a clean arc — lands on the catwalk opposite Joe without a rattle.
Sean slides a step, angling. Kang notices without looking.
LI KANG
And you must be Davidson.
(beat; almost amused)
You move like a drummer.
SEAN
Try dancing.
Kang’s smile is brief, respectful. He lifts his hands — open, calm — a taekwondo guard in perfect balance.
Joe raises empty hands — a ninjutsu guard that seems to be nothing at all.
Below, Zorin enters, looks up, irritation iced with admiration.
ZORIN (subtitled, to his men)
Hold. Observe.
A gust through the dome. Snow spirals between the three men.
LI KANG
Your discipline versus mine. The North is patient.
JOE
So is winter.
Kang EXPLODES forward — a heel whip that Joe barely evades, metal ringing. Sean cuts in; Kang’s split-kick answers both, clean, strong.
A chess game in motion: kicks like pendulums, parries like whispers. Joe uses structure, Sean uses surprise, Kang uses line.
Kang’s foot hovers near Joe’s throat, held back by a hair — control. Joe acknowledges with a nod, then turns that control into a wrist-wrap, releases. Mutual respect banked as fire.
Zorin grows bored.
ZORIN (subtitled)
Enough art. Bring me their heads.
Green men surge for the stairs—
Sean taps Joe’s shoulder. Plan B. Joe nods, glances at a winch lever by a support.
JOE
Move him.
Sean engages Kang — flashy, high, fun — while Joe ghost-walks to the lever.
Kang drives Sean to the rail — stops him short with that same hair’s-breadth mercy.
LI KANG
You are better than your file.
SEAN
You read on the toilet, too?
Joe yanks the WINCH — the maintenance ring RATTLES up, the catwalk vibrates. Green men stumble. Kang’s eyes flick to Joe — caught.
LI KANG (smiles)
You both read.
He backflips to the lower ring, calm again.
ZORIN (snaps)
Kill them.
Gun bolts rack.
Joe grabs Sean, hurls a SMOKE CHARGE. The dome fills with WHITEOUT— smoke and snow dancing.
JOE
Ice tunnel.
They dive through a maintenance hatch.
INT. ICE TUNNEL – CONTINUOUS
A natural cave, walls glacial blue. Breath fogs. Their boots crunch on ancient ice.
Distantly — a KLAXON, different tone.
SEAN
That our alarm?
LENA (V.O.)
Negative. Internal. Bio-Core power spike.
(beat)
Boys… they’re moving it.
Joe and Sean trade a look: the mission just got bigger.
JOE
Change of objective.
SEAN
Yeah. Steal the battery from the devil.
They move deeper into the blue.
HARD CUT TO BLACK.
TITLE CARD (SCORE SWELLS):
AMERICAN NINJA 6: SHADOWS IN THE SNOW
INT. ICE TUNNEL – NIGHT
Cold blue light refracts through crystal walls.
JOE and SEAN move single file, breaths fogging like steam from engines.
Their boot soles whisper over slick ice. Every echo feels too loud.
SEAN
(quiet)
Remember when the job was bodyguards and boardrooms?
Now it’s ice caves and lunatics.
JOE
Better view.
They hit a fork. Sean gestures right—Joe shakes his head, goes left. Sean sighs and follows.
Through the ice wall: blurry movement. A patrol of little green men — silhouettes distorted like ghosts.
Joe signals: two fingers. He drops his pack, pulls a grapnel-cable shuriken, tosses it high.
CLINK. The line hooks a pipe above the tunnel curve.
Joe ascends silently, a pale shape against the frost. Sean kneels below, breath steady.
The patrol rounds the corner. Four soldiers, night-vision goggles glowing green.
Sean waits… waits…
The last man passes—Sean’s hand snakes out, pulls him into the shadows.
Joe descends, snow-dust falling around him like ash. They drag the unconscious soldiers behind a column.
SEAN
We keep racking up frequent flyer miles.
(beat)
Ever wonder if we’re the bad guys?
JOE
Only when we stop thinking.
Now we move.
EXT. ARKHANGELSK COMPLEX – SURFACE – NIGHT
Above ground: a white hell of wind and motion. Trucks rev. Green men load crates onto sled platforms. The BIO-CORE cylinder gleams as it’s wheeled toward a lift shaft.
KOREAN TECHS monitor gauges. Their breath plumes like ghosts.
ZORIN (Russian; subtitled)
Get it below the mountain. The Americans will not risk a strike.
LI KANG
Your mountain is not safe. We are the shield.
Zorin sneers.
ZORIN
Then stand in front of the gun.
They glare at each other—cold war inside a cold night.
INT. SUB-LEVEL CORRIDOR – SAME
Joe and Sean move through steam.
Pipes rattle. Distant generators hum—a mechanical heartbeat.
JOE
They’re moving the core.
(beat)
We can’t let it leave.
SEAN
We’re two men in an army of uniforms.
JOE
We’ve done worse.
They reach a maintenance panel. Joe unscrews it, peers in.
Inside: cables pulsing faintly blue.
He disconnects two, flips one. The light changes rhythm.
SEAN
What did you just do?
JOE
Set a delay. Ten minutes before their systems choke.
SEAN
We’ve got ten to wreck a multinational conspiracy?
That’s tight even for us.
They move on.
INT. ARMORY ROOM – MINUTES LATER
The room glows orange with lamp heat. Weapons racks line the walls—Kalashnikovs, RPGs, crates of ammo.
Sean whistles low.
SEAN
You could start a small war from here.
JOE
We’ll end one instead.
They gather what they can carry: flash charges, thermal smoke, and blades.
Joe unwraps a pair of tonfa from oilcloth—old, polished, marked with faint kanji.
SEAN
Didn’t think you still carried those.
JOE
Some tools don’t rust.
VOICE (O.S.)
Neither do ghosts.
They whirl—guns up.
From the doorway: Li Kang, calm as a monk. No guards this time. Just him.
He steps in, removes his gloves, lays them neatly on a crate.
LI KANG
Your craft is impressive. Your intent—unclear.
Why spill blood in a land that is not yours?
JOE
Because peace doesn’t have borders.
LI KANG
Peace is an illusion sold by cowards.
He drops into stance: taekwondo poised, deadly grace.
Joe slides his tonfa down his forearms—ready.
Sean moves aside, giving them space.
SEAN
Alright, I’ll just… watch two legends kick physics around.
FIGHT SEQUENCE — JOE VS. LI KANG
Wide shot: two silhouettes under steam vents.
Li Kang strikes first—fast, a spinning crescent kick that brushes Joe’s scarf.
Joe counters—short, efficient blocks with his tonfa, every motion absorbing energy, feeding it back.
Kang’s second kick cracks ice from a pipe. Water sprays—flash-freezes midair.
Kang’s smile never falters.
LI KANG
You fight like a teacher.
I fight like a lesson.
He flips backward, catches the ceiling beam, drops behind Joe.
Joe pivots—back elbow, tonfa strike—metal rings bone.
Kang staggers, blood at his lip, nods.
He bows slightly.
LI KANG
Good. You honor me.
Before Joe can reply, explosions rumble—Sean’s sabotage triggering early.
The building trembles. Red lights strobe. Kang glances upward.
LI KANG
The mountain wakes.
We finish later.
He leaps through steam, vanishing like vapor.
Sean grabs Joe’s arm.
SEAN
Ten minutes, huh?
JOE
I was wrong.
SEAN
Great. Let’s be wrong outside.
INT. LOWER ACCESS TUNNEL – CONTINUOUS
They sprint through flickering light. The alarms grow frantic.
Behind them, a wall bursts—fire and ice erupting together.
The shockwave hurls them down the corridor. Joe rolls to his knees, dazed but unhurt.
SEAN
Tell me that was part of the plan.
JOE
Improvisation.
They crawl through debris to an elevator shaft, now open to the storm above.
A faint chopper sound echoes far overhead.
EXT. RADAR DOME – ROOFTOP – NIGHT
The wind howls. Flames lick from cracks in the ice.
The dome’s antenna shivers under pressure.
Zorin stands on the upper ring, barking orders into his radio. Green men rush with crates.
Joe and Sean climb out through a ventilation hatch—two shadows rising through smoke.
SEAN
That guy’s gonna have a bad night.
JOE
We make sure of it.
They split: Joe circles left along the dome rim; Sean creeps right.
Zorin senses movement. He draws a pistol—fires twice into the dark.
Bullets spark off girders.
Sean rolls, pops smoke. Visibility goes white.
Joe steps out of the smoke, quiet as death.
ZORIN
(English, sneer)
You think you’re a hero? You’re just another shadow.
JOE
Shadows fall when the sun rises.
Zorin lunges, knife in hand.
Joe meets him—bare fists, fluid parries, short sharp strikes.
Zorin is brute force; Joe is geometry and patience.
They clash at the dome’s edge. Below: the Arctic night glows red from fires inside the lab.
Zorin lands a heavy blow—Joe staggers, blood on snow.
ZORIN
You fight for ghosts!
JOE
Then I’m never alone.
Joe traps Zorin’s arm, twists, uses momentum—throws him off the catwalk.
Zorin grabs the railing, hanging by one hand.
Wind howls.
ZORIN
Mercy is weakness!
JOE
No. Mercy is power.
Joe reaches to pull him up—Zorin’s knife flashes—he stabs upward.
Joe jerks aside—Zorin loses grip—falls into the inferno below.
Joe stares down, silent. Then turns away.
INT. DOME INTERIOR – CONTINUOUS
Sean battles two green men with martial precision—disarms one, slams another into a console. Sparks fly.
Li Kang reappears, walking through smoke, calm as ever.
He looks around at the chaos—his alliance crumbling.
LI KANG
Every empire ends in fire.
SEAN
Then let’s end it twice.
They trade strikes: Sean’s quick American boxing blends with kicks, flips, acrobatics.
Kang’s form is all control and power—minimal, elegant.
Sean finally lands a spinning elbow. Kang stumbles—then bows.
LI KANG
You win the body.
But I keep the spirit.
He steps backward into the shadows, gone.
SEAN
You ever notice they all do that ninja vanish thing?
I gotta learn that.
Joe appears, breath heavy, burns on his sleeve.
JOE
Next time. Let’s live through this one first.
EXT. COMPLEX – NIGHT
They sprint across the snowfield. Behind them, the lab collapses—flames bursting through ice vents like geysers.
Lena’s helicopter hovers low. She waves them in.
They leap aboard as the shockwave rolls past.
Snow and fire chase the chopper into the night.
INT. HELICOPTER – CONTINUOUS
Lena at the controls, headset on. Joe and Sean slump in the rear, exhaustion and relief mixed.
LENA
You got what we needed?
Joe hands her a drive.
Through the window, the explosion fades to a dull glow over the horizon.
JOE
Data. Evidence.
And maybe… hope.
SEAN
Hope?
In this weather?
JOE
Hope’s what you plant in the cold.
Sean chuckles, shaking his head.
LENA
We’re not clear yet.
Russian radar’s painting us.
SEAN
Let them look.
We’re ghosts.
The chopper banks into the aurora.
Below, the frozen sea reflects red, blue, green—the light of another battle finished, maybe.
EXT. ARCTIC RIDGE – DAWN
The helicopter lands near a Finnish outpost.
Lena shuts the engine. Wind howls through the silence.
Sean steps out, breathing deep.
SEAN
You ever think we’ll stop being soldiers?
Joe looks toward the sunrise.
JOE
When the fight stops needing us.
LENA
Then we’ll keep the world spinning till then.
They share a small smile—warriors at peace, if only for a heartbeat.
EXT. SNOWFIELD – DISTANT
Through drifting snow, a lone figure sits cross-legged amid the wreckage.
LI KANG, frost creeping up his shoulders, eyes closed in meditation.
His lips move in a whisper:
“Discipline survives fire.”
He opens his eyes—faint glint of the aurora reflected in his pupils.
CUT TO BLACK.
TITLE CARD:
AMERICAN NINJA 6: SHADOWS IN THE SNOW
FADE IN:
INT. NATO DEBRIEFING CENTER – HELSINKI – DAY
A sterile white room. Snow drifts past the windows outside.
A clock ticks like a metronome.
At the table: JOE ARMSTRONG and SEAN DAVIDSON, both clean-up rugged — fresh scars, calm eyes.
Across from them: BRIGADIER TAYLOR (50s, British intelligence) and LENA SAARINEN, now in uniform.
A wall screen glows with satellite imagery:
— The destroyed Arctic facility
— A cluster of red blips marked UNKNOWN SIGNALS – MOVING EAST
BRIGADIER TAYLOR
So… your “Bio-Core” is no longer in Russian hands. Or Korean.
We’re seeing residual power readings under the Barents.
Something’s… alive down there.
Joe leans back, steady.
JOE
Energy doesn’t die. It moves.
SEAN
Yeah, and it’s moving fast.
What’s the plan — containment, or another suicide drop?
Taylor eyes them both — unreadable.
BRIGADIER TAYLOR
Officially, you were never there.
Unofficially…
(sighs)
NATO wants eyes on whatever’s resurfacing near Murmansk.
No insignia. No chatter. Just shadows.
Sean smirks.
SEAN
We are shadows.
Lena slides two fresh passports across the table — Finnish covers, new names.
LENA
You’ll need these.
Also — someone’s been tracing your signal from the ice.
Encrypted, but military.
(beat)
It wasn’t Russian.
Joe glances at the file: a blurred surveillance still —
LI KANG, wrapped in furs, half-frozen, alive, walking east across tundra.
JOE
He survived.
LENA
Looks that way.
He left a trail of broken bodies through a ghost village.
Whoever he’s working for — they want what’s left of the Bio-Core.
Sean’s grin fades.
SEAN
So much for peace and quiet.
BRIGADIER TAYLOR
You two want to sit this one out?
We can find others.
Joe looks at Sean. The faintest smile.
JOE
Find others who can move like the wind?
Good luck.
He stands, buttons his coat. Sean rises beside him.
JOE (to Lena)
Send coordinates when it’s confirmed.
If he’s building an army… we’ll dismantle it before it wakes.
LENA
And if it’s something worse?
Joe’s gaze is steady.
JOE
Then we’ll remind the world what discipline looks like.
He turns to Sean.
SEAN
Back to Russia. You sure you don’t want to retire?
Open a dojo in Florida? Maybe teach yoga to tourists?
JOE
The world already has enough teachers.
It needs guardians.
Sean grins, slaps Joe on the shoulder.
SEAN
Then let’s go guard something.
They walk toward the exit — silhouettes framed against the cold blue light outside.
EXT. HELSINKI AIRFIELD – SUNSET
The wind has softened. The city glows in the amber Arctic dusk.
A CARGO PLANE idles on the tarmac, its tail marked only with a silver falcon emblem.
Lena watches from the hangar doorway as Joe and Sean climb the ramp.
Sean pauses halfway up, turns, gives her a two-finger salute.
SEAN
If we don’t come back…
send warm socks.
Lena smiles, shakes her head.
LENA
You’ll freeze the enemy before the cold gets you.
JOE
We’ll be back when the sun rises twice.
The ramp closes.
Engines roar.
The plane lifts off into the orange sky, its contrail cutting across the low northern sun.
EXT. MURMANSK COAST – SAME TIME
A snowstorm thickens over a black sea.
The frozen wreckage of the Bio-Core facility shifts beneath the ice — faint blue light glowing from cracks.
On a cliff above, LI KANG kneels in meditation, eyes closed.
The wind howls around him, scattering ashes and snow.
He whispers, barely audible:
“Discipline survives. Even gods must bow to order.”
He opens his eyes — one glows faintly blue.
CAMERA PULLS BACK — wide Arctic expanse.
Lightning flickers beneath the sea ice, outlining something massive stirring below.
MUSIC SWELLS — HEROIC SYNTH AND GUITAR
ON SCREEN TITLE:
COMING SOON — AMERICAN NINJA 7: GHOSTS OF THE NORTH
CUT TO BLACK.
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