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Teenage Secret Agent Turtles

Michelangelo was lounging on the beat up couch in the lair under New York city, lazily flipping through the channels. Why isn't there anything ever on? Mikey sighed and glanced at the clock, just a little bit until Master Splinter would wand the TV to watch his soaps. He sighed again and thew up his arms with an exasperated groan of boredom.

"What's the problem Mikey?" Leonardo, Mikey's older brother, asked from the kitchen table, sipping his coffee while reading the newspaper.

"I'm bored dude." Mikey confessed. Leo rolled his eyes and sipped his cup thoughtfully.

"When are you ever not bored?" Leo asked with an amused smile.

This time it was Mikey's turn to roll his eyes. "Ever since we beat ol' Shred-Head, there hasn't been anything to do. No baddies to fight bro, no damsels that need saving no—"

"Since when do we save damsels?" Leo snorted.

"We save April sometimes," Mikey said pointedly. Leo shrugged, he'd let him have that one.

"Be that as it may," Leo said, turning in his chair to look at his younger brother, "I'd rather keep things quiet."

"Ah, where's the fun it that?" Raphael asked, coming in and swinging his sais.

"Well, for one thing, we don't nearly get killed every day anymore." Donatello supplied helpfully, coming in also, tinkering with his latest invention.

"Yeah, but it kept us on our toes." Mikey grinned.

"Training keeps us on our toes Mikey," Leo said, "Not fighting for our lives,"

"Sure get the adrenaline pumpin' though," Raph grunted, grabbing a soda from the fridge. He took a look in Leo's cup and made a face. "How do ya drink that crap bro? It tastes nasty."

Leo shrugged, "Not if you mix it properly. Now it's Donnie you need to question about that," he said with a teasing grin, looking at his purple clad brother, who always drank his coffee black.

Don shrugged, not looking up from his work. "It's not made for pleasure; it's made for keeping you awake and alert."

"Yeah, but most people don't pull an all-nighter every other night," Raph said, taking a swig of soda.

"College students do," Don said.

"Yeah, well, do we look like we're in college ta you?" Raph asked with a grin.

"That's a funny mental image there dude," Mikey said with a laugh. The others chuckled along with him as he got out a left over pizza and popped it in the microwave. When it was done, Mikey took it out and chewed it thoughtfully. "I 'ish omthin' citin' 'ld 'appen," he said through his food.

"Chew and swallow Mikey, then talk," Don reprimanded. Mikey nodded and swallowed.

"I said, I wish something exciting would happen." He repeated. "Like, something really exciting. Not just fighting the Shredder, or Hun, but really exciting."

Raph snorted, "You got adrenaline anxiety Mike,"

"Coming from the turtle who became the Night Watcher and rides a motorcycle on rooftops." Mikey grinned.

Raph rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whateva."

"Don't worry Mikey," Leo said with a grin, "Excitement always seems to follow us everywhere."

"I wish it would hurry up and get to us already." Mikey said, finishing his pizza and going to his room to read comic books. Leo sighed and went back to his paper, Don went back to his invention and Raph went to the dojo to punch the bag for a while.

In Washington D.C, underground in a government facility, panic was loose. People were running everywhere, papers were flying, computers were buzzing, beeping, and whirring. In the midst of it all, was Board Director Bryan Campbell, an old man with a handsome face, with slicked back grey hair and a suit to match. A rather eccentric man, but a brilliant one, and his ideas usually always worked according to plan. His bearded face was the epitome of upmost calm in a situation like this.

"Sir!" An employee came running up to him. "What are we supposed to do about this?"

"Well first," Campbell said, "keep calm. What's his location?"

"Somewhere in the Atlantic, on his way to Europe. Should we send agents in to stop him?" Campbell considered this as he paced, and shook his head.

"No, he'll be expecting that. We need someone who's a master at blending in, and vanishing, someone who won't bring up his attention. Someone who-" He stopped abruptly and straightened, an idea forming quickly. It was rash, sure, but it was probably their best bet to stop this mad man. "Come with me." Campbell said, grabbing the arm of the man and taking him to the hall way, where there were less people to overhear.

"What is it sir?" the employee asked breathlessly.

"The turtles." Campbell said simply.

"Turtles? I don't think turtles are going to move nearly fast enough to—"

"No. The mutated turtles who took down the Shredder, the large crime lord a couple years back. Remember?"

"B-But the Shredder was a minor nuisance compared to him and—"

"But the turtles are over qualified," Campbell said. "We'll bring them in, and teach them a few of our basics and put them on the mission. Of course we'll put one of our agents on the mission as well."

"But sir, they're teenagers—"

"And I'm the director;" Campbell said sharply, "Bring them in."

"But we don't even know where they are-"

"This is why we check the data bases," Campbell said, back to his eccentric manner, walking away with his hands laced behind his back. "Get it done, and let me know as soon as they arrive!"

The employee sighed. "Yes sir."

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So, let me explain my reasoning behind this because if I don't, I'll get a butt-load of questions like 'how would the government know about the guys' and what not. Well, as big and evil as the Shredder was, the some part of the government had to have known about him and the turtles who stopped him. Because they're the government. I mean they probably wouldn't have just released the info, and kept it to themselves to avoid panic. So yeah, deal with the reasoning.

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