It's been a while. You know, since something was going in the Purple Dragon's way. The organization was thriving as of late and the gang members were flourishing in their goods. There have been a few time where they've had some run-ins with the police and their larger-than-life watch dogs, but not all was lost. Most members were able to sneak away and hide their merchandise flawlessly into their headquarters. That's exactly where we find ourselves today:
"Soon, as I land on the Lear,
Piguets, they wet, tears,
488, hit the gears,
Suicide Doors, Britney Spears…"
"Ok Waxer, I see you." A young man with blue hair commented as he heaved with his associate, lifting a box onto a rack.
"Didn't know I got bars, did ya Johnny boy?" The other smiled behind the box that hid his face; his voice portrayed much of the strength into his legs and not as much through his throat. Nearby, a much younger girl stood with her arms crossed. She smiled while shaking her head.
"Y'all play too much." Her long curls brushed her face. The two men went to their toes to lift the box slightly higher so that they can set it on top of another.
"You know you want Cardi's part." Waxer commented as they carefully lowered it down. The girl cocked her head, which pulled the curiosity of the two men who waited for her reaction. A smile crossed her face.
"Why would I hop in some beef? When I could just hop in a Porsche?" She used her deepest voice to perform, earning much appreciation from the two men.
"Thought so." The girl tried to hide her blush away from them and waved them off.
"Ayo! Somebody come over here and help me lift this!" Another shouted. "Two-ton!"
"Yeah yeah?!" A very large young man bellowed from around the bend.
"Get over here!" They saw his waving hand over the tops of the stacks. The large man made his way over. The other three kept behind him to see the two struggling boys trying to lift another box up to a higher platform. "Help us lift this up on here." Two-Ton's calloused hands rubbed vigorously before bending down and lifting the box from the bottom. His power was much needed as well as his extra height as the burden lightened up. The heavy box was set on edge. The sound of the wood sliding was a smooth reward as the pain of lifting went away. The girl put her hands on the edge of the platform and a foot on a lower ledge. Bouncing only once, the momentum brought her up. She stood up and pushed the top off the box they had just set down. Small pieces of wood cracked from the light glue holding the lid down. Underneath was a layer of styrofoam peanuts that unleashed its once masked scent. Carefully she reached her hands into their embrace. She needn't go too deep to grab hold of a hard, item. Satisfied, she grasped it and pulled it out of the box. The peanuts spilled from the crevices as she pulled a large machine gun for everyone to see.
"Awww yeah, this gonna look good strapped on me." Her smile grew as she fixed up the strap. When she deemed it somewhat feasible, she brought it through her curls and around her arm till it hung on her shoulder. "All we missin' is some live ammo in this b*tch." She commented as she put a good grip on the machine, acting as if she were ready to use it. Seeing the scope, she began to play with it; looking through it, she pretended that her associates were her prey.
"Easy, Jesse." Waxer smiled as she saw him through the scope. She giggled but continued to play with the scope and its settings.
"Power of the Dragon." Johnny chuckled as he watched her play. "We need some type of slogan."
"We don't need some slogan, we got the symbol, das all we need." Two-Ton spit on the floor.
"This ain't some scouts club. F*ck outta here 'bout a slogan." Jesse cursed as she spun around and toyed with other compartments of the gun. Johnny waved his hands in front of his, head low and shaking.
"I'm just sayin' ya know, like… I don't know..." He paused for a moment. "Purple Power!" He boasted. "Or somethin' like that."
The ceiling exploded. Or, at least that's how it felt after having a sudden heart attack. Above them, the air conditioning pipe burst open. What came out of it were very green. The red banded terrapin fell from the sky, splitting the group apart and centering himself in the middle. The thundering plod was doubled as he was joined by the orange masked one as well. The larger one already had his sais out and ready to spear someone.
"Green Power, mother lovas!" He bellowed as the debris from the pipe fell on top of his head. Michelangelo crouched low with his nunchucks ready as he backed up slowly towards his brother.
"Dang! It's the crazy ones!" He said with a toothy lisp; his eyes bugged out as he stared down the villains before him. Raphael noticed the girl on the platform. That was quite a gun she was holding there.
"Loca! Drop it!" He commanded with his sai directing her. Bullets or no, she'd keep it as intimidation. Yet, she knew these guys. Bullets bounce off of them, so it would hit everyone else around her. Blindly, she shook the strap off and let the once appreciated gun drop like trash before her feet. Raphael kept the grit in his teeth as he reached over his shoulder to the walkie-talkie on his strap. "Blue Leader, bring em in!" Michelangelo began to chortle, then sang.
"Bad boys, bad boys," Raphael joined in, both keeping their weapons ready in case anybody wanted to try something funny.
"Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you?" Their defeated faces only prompted them more to keep up their fun. Into the next verse, the larger turtle started beatboxing while his younger brother tried his best to keep it going.
"Nas sanappa a boon ba sniffin ma hay"
"Dude, you gotta learn the words." He sighed.
"We usually just do the chorus." Raphael reached back to his radio after not receiving a response.
"Blue leader, hit -em." On the other side of the line, blue leader and purple dork were hiding on the rooftop of the building. There was no glass ceiling but rather a sky light. The window distorted the bottom floor incredibly and with the roof being so high, it was really hard to see what was going on. Donatello and Leonardo stood by to kick through the window when their brothers gave them the call.
"What he say?" Donatello whispered. Leonardo shrugged and put his hand to the radio.
"Repeat your transmission." He asked. Nothing else came through. He called again but this time to the third team on standby. "Blue leader to Alpha, continue relay." The ground troop of the female ninjas and the police department did not return the call.
"Where's backup?" Michelangelo tried to remain in control of the situation, but was definitely worried.
"Blue leader, hit em, bring em in!" Raphael called more aggressively. Michelangelo took it upon himself to listen close to his walkie-talkie.
"Dude, I'm only getting static."
"Piece of sh*t radio." Donatello curse as he smacked it. When it wasn't giving a clear signal, he used a laser piece off his wristband and opened up to radio.
"Hurry, Donnie!" Leo rushed.
"No, I'm gonna go really slow about this." He replied stressed yet full of sass. Leonardo sighed, throwing his hands up.
Onlooking at their failing plot, Two-ton began to chuckle maniacally.
"Oh, you think this is funny?" Raphael approached him slowly, pointing his sai at the large boy's throat. Beads of sweat began to form as the large metal came near his face.
"Dude, where are they?" Mikey repeated. Seeing opportunity as their plan was unravelling, the girl made an unsure yet brief eye contact with Johnny. In a split second, the girl tried to take off and run for the exit. However, the orange banded terrapin had tripped her and kept his foot down on her back to secure her. However, during that quick timing, Johnny had unravelled a large knife that he kept concealed in his pocket. While Mikey was looking down and apprehending Jesse, Johnny brought the terrapin down into a headlock with the knife blade pressing against his throat. Everything was just so quick that even Raphael hadn't caught on yet as he spun around with his sai pointed in their general direction.
"Woo!" he called "Looks like we got ourselves a situation."
"You ain't gon do nothing." Johnny taunted as he was breathless from apprehending the young turtle and began to pull him back with his feet dragging. Michelangelo tried not to breathe because the blade seemed so close that with a breath could scrape his neck.
"You think having a knife to my brothers' head ain't gon mean I'm not gonna have your entrails all over the place?"
"That's what I'm thinking." The young turtle commented, his throat nearly choked as he was yanked backwards. Finally, his foot was off of Jesse but the girl stayed down from the pressure from earlier.
"What you don't know is that my brother came here ready to die."
"Sh- shell no!" He screamed.
"You ready to die, ain't you Mikey?"
"The shell I wanna do that for?"
"Scared ain't ya boy." Johnny whispered into whatever he thought where that turtle's ear was.
"We gon do this in two ways. A. Tell me where you got those new guns, let my brother go, and I'll just leave a mark on your shoulder. Or B. I just stab you in the chest." His eye went met to the very center of his chest, imagining it uncovered by his brother and open for attack.
"Or C. Where we could talk and de-escalate the situation." The young turtle pleaded, trying to keep as calm as possible.
"See, my bro using them spiritual teachings our Sensei teaches us, but I ain't about that life." He yelled louder and began to spin around to make sure everybody else knew that his sai was coming their way too. "I prefer seeing trash on the ground."
"Raph, the man has a knife to my head." He cried out quite choked up as Johnny held him tighter after losing a grip for a split second.
"I bet he'll put it down when there's a metal spike in his eye." He bellowed.
"Just calm down, bro." He tried to keep from using his hands to talk for Johnny was take it as rebellion and use that perfectly placed knife of his. It sure is hard to stay calm and not get too comfortable.
"I'm calm, I'm calming down EY! Whoa! Whoa! I am way too unstable for all that." He spun around again after someone in the corner of his eye flinched. "Stop all the movement! Everybody stop movin!"
"Y'all need to listen to him." Mikey began to preach in a whining and desperate disposition. "I tried the best I can but he crazy. He got emotional, anger issue problems." As he gave him sermon, Raphael began to count out loud. "He go to bed early for this."
With eyes up in the sky once more, Michelangelo took a chance by grabbing the arm withholding the knife. With great force, he pulled it away from his throat and pulled Johnny over by rolling off his shell and landing hard on his back. He flinched repeatedly in pain, Which Mikey didn't think twice about as he grasped the knife out of his hand.
"Where the shell were you?" Raphael yelled in the leader's ear.
"Not the time." He tried to ignore his brother's complaint as he unsheathed his sword. The size of the large knife intimidated the few around them. It was pointed at Jesse, who was still on the floor. It took everything she had to not give a tear as she saw that thing pointed at her by a skilled swordsman. She was frozen in fear as she gazed at her own reflection of the shining metal. Doors of the facility imploded on themselves as the police force came in screaming with guns pointed. The few Purple Dragons around them became even more apprehensive than before and kept their hands up in the air to resist arrest. They were called to fall to the ground, slowly to their knees and down to the ground until the cops could give them a pat down and cuff them. Following behind them were the two mutant sisters walking in confidently and calmly aside from the rush.
"How come everytime I turn around you in trouble?" Mona Lisa outstretched her arms as she and Venus approached the boys. Her eyebrows furrowed with her question.
"Stop turning around." Raphael answered monotone. In respect, Mona gave him a quick yet playful slap behind his head. An officer managing the operation adjusted his cap as he regathered with the team of mutants.
"We'll be looking around for anything that can give us an edge towards who is supplying them their weapons. You can use them for questioning." Raphael rubbed his hands together.
"My favorite." He grinned sinisterly. Venus leaned over towards Donatello.
"This poor guy doesn't know what's coming to him." He whispered back:
"Pretty sure he does."
"I can't believe this! This fool pulled a knife on me! On Me!" Michelangelo screamed in rage, pacing back and forth. Splinter had been really pushing forgiveness on him recently but this was just too much. Forgive and forget, forgive and forget, but after that? How can you forgive and forget that? Brotha was gonna die! "I can't do this! Maaaaaan!" He whined before setting his sights on the handcuffed man who did him wrong.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" The man tried to roll over in his handcuffs in an armadillo position.
"It's just… with the knife… and them bullets." Michelangelo breathlessly explained to the point where it seemed tears were going to escape from their ducts. He turned away from the man for a second to gather himself.
"You aight, man?" Leonardo asked. The young turtle kept his shell to his family but put a hand up to ask him to drop it. The leader nodded understandably. The young turtle began to knock about his head with the palm of his hand repeatedly.
"Aye, I owe you…" He turned around to speak but it was just as broken and tired as his speech was before. "It was just that.. You.. you know…. Was disrespect-." he paused. "But that don't give me the right though...excu-." He turned around as if to hide his tears, but it turned into a 360 spin kick to the fallen man's body. "Wassup!"
"Dude!" Donatello cried out.
"The man had a knife to my head!" Raphael grabbed the back of the man's shirt and yanked him up till he was sitting up. Johnny still winced in pain and grunted.
"The interesting thing is he ain't the one pissed off." He nearly whispered to him before standing straight up.
"I don't know nothing." Johnny cried out, this time tears were shedding in the building.
"Aye, whoa! I didn't ask you no question yet!" Raph bellowed.
"I know nothing!"
"You lying to me already?!" He pointed his sai aggressively. Johnny kept repeating his pleas. "Stop lyin'! STOP LYIN'!" Mona caught how the aggressiveness wasn't gettin them anywhere. She pushed him back gently to call him off. She gave enough space for Venus to kneel down before the man. Unlike Raphael, there was no searing scowl or violence within her presence.
"Do you know anything? I'm being nice about it; do you know anything?" The man was still crying but he didn't look away from those gentle eyes of hers.
"Aye, loca. What you know?" Michelangelo had already moved on (especially since he was tired of dealing with that man in the first place) after taking the time to cool off a reminisce on his payback.
"Don't kill me, please." Jesse balled up with her knees tucked into her chest.
"I won't," He got down on his knees to reach her level. "but that don't mean you're safe from everybody else so just tell us what's up." She turned her head away from him, trying to keep from looking in his eye. He leaned forward more but her neck branked further. Suddenly, her face whipped around and released the watery substance from her lips and let it splash into the face of the questioning turtle. "Ooh, she just spit all up in my-." Michelangelo jumped up and began rubbing at his face vigorously in disgust. "Y'all better get her," he pointed. "and somebody come get me!" With a quick jump signalling them, Mona and Donatello jumped out to grab the young turtle. He continued to fight even when he was elevated from the ground and in their grasp. Maybe this was enough emotions from Michelangelo today. The two began to carry him off until he couldn't see any of the suspects within their sights. With Raph's method failing and Venus trying to speak to the other man still, Leonardo took responsibility. His katana pointed in her general direction as a form of mild intimidation.
"Where did you get the new guns?" He spoke calmly, a disposition that didn't match the violence of what a large sword had brung.
"I don't know nothin' about it! Johnny sets all this up, his sh*t is in his office!" Her voice was shrill, trying to avoid the blade.
"Where is it?"
"Here." An officer brought out a few files from a room they had raided. "We found receipts up in the office. Our analyzers can try to track these obscure vendors."
"We'll have Donatello jump on it-." He was cut off by a hand.
"Oh no. I know you guys love to help us out but we have this. That and I know you're trying to work during your time off." Which was true. Anytime the department would allow them a vacation, the family refused to back down. Basically employees of a special degree, they were truly dedicated to their work.
"Are you sure?" Leo replied. "It wouldn't be too much trouble."
"We have this." The officer nodded, and folded the files underneath his arm. "You guys can go home and celebrate, ok?"
"Yeah, celebrate." Raphael nodded at his older brother's comment. The officer turned to regroup with his team.
"Happy Birthday, to all of you."