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"Eeeeeeeeeeeee!"

A girly screech echoed through the streets of New York. Raphael snorted. He had nothing against saving little girls, but it was at the bottom of his to-do list. To him, they scream loudly for someone to save them, and when you do save them, they scream again exactly the same way as before. The emerald green hybrid between man and turtle rearranged the red bandana covering his golden brown eyes, twirled his left sai like a cowboy does with a Colt, made sure his other sai is ready to use, and swung himself over the edge of the roof.

Raphael stood disappointed. The last thing he wanted to find was no criminals. Especially those ones hurting children who were not waiting to get their teeth knocked-out. The ninja looked at the small girl shivering in the middle of the deserted factory checked whether any of the already awakened neighbors called the police. Sudden silence made him turn around, and he saw two huge eyes of sapphire color looking at him.

"You're a turtle," stated the girl.

"You have been hit on the head," he quoted the infamous tale as he walked towards her, "and now you're hallucinating. I'll take you to the hospital."

He picked her up. She didn't say a word, still staring at him. She seemed to be barely twelve years old, although Raphael found it difficult to tell for sure with human girls. She had to be in shock. Good, at least it would be easier.

"Are you the turtle they were talking about?" the girl suddenly interrupted their stealthy way to the nearest hospital. The rescuer in shell stopped walking.

"What are you talking about, kid?" He asked as he peeked around the corner to see if the way is clear.

"I'm Jane," she said accusingly.

Raphael took a deep breath and responded, "What are you talking about, Jane?" The girl's stare started to anger him, and she was damn heavy for running with her around the walls on his tiptoes.

"They…" the girl waved her hand towards the place from which she had been taken away, "they said they don't have time to dawdle over me, and that they has to catch turtles," she said with a slight reproach in her voice.

The turtle stopped and looked at her in confused amazement. "Who are they?"

"Those I've escaped from," she goggled her blue eyes. "They still have Dave!" She yelled as if she suddenly remembered that, and with an unexpected agility and strength broke free of Raphael's grasp and began to run back. She was caught in a few meters by the very angry green fighter.

"Let go!" she began to shout, much to Raph's horror. "I'll tell them you're here and they release Dave," she spilled out her ingenious plan.

Raphael was about to announce his opinion on this but then breathed out. "You know what?" He said still holding her hand, "That's not a bad idea, and I'll go with you." "Okay!" little Jane enthused as she smiled at Raphael with a bright smile. It was a nice change. Now, they just needed a plan.

"So, let's go over this one last time," whispered the ninja as he crouched behind a small wall that divided the former factory building into two halves.

"You wait here, and if I'm not back in half an hour, you call the police, right?" Jane nodded looking a little upset, but her eyes were shining with enthusiasm. Raph smiled. The little girl apparently did not realize the extent of their adventure, which was good. He tapped her on her shoulder and, hidden in the shadows, silently slipped through the door Jane showed him, and disappeared inside.

Excitement slowly started to grip the ninja with the red bandana. Maybe it will not be such a boring night, after all.

Dave was, as Raph thought, Jane's younger brother, and the two of them had been playing hide and seek in this abandoned factory. They disturbed a group of strangers who had been talking about some turtles. The strangers' conversation greatly interested the two children, and they decided to observe the discussion. They were not cautious enough and were caught by the guards.

Raphael knew he should probably call his brothers, but he did not for several reasons. First, it would take some time before they get there and second, it sounded like this was just a small band of criminals–probably Purple Dragons–and they can be taken down by one sai.

He was so carried away by his own invincibility he almost activated a security system. He stopped just before the stripe of red light in the last second. The Dragons do not usually take such precautions.

When he heard voices and footsteps approaching, Raph ducked behind a wooden box and pulled out a second weapon. He was more surprised than the individuals standing in front of him. They were not from the Purple Dragons: Purple Dragons do not wear black clothes, or black masks and are not each armed with a katana.

"Foot!?"

"Turtle!?"

Raphael recovered from the shock faster and both of the Shredder's soldiers were hit by his sai before they could activate the alarm.

Raphael thought about leaving, but he was not a turtle who left the battlefield easily, nor a strategist. His grip on his sai tightened and he ran forward.

In the middle of the room, which probably used to serve as a small storeroom, stood a group of about fifteen black ninjas. They looked like they were waiting for something or somebody, but they were definitely not waiting for a mutant ninja with a fierce expression on his face.

Things got pretty messy.

Raphael leaned on a table, breathing hard. The others who stood around the table a few minutes ago, now laid under him, motionless. Tonight was much weirder than Raphael had expected. Their normal fights with Foot clan usually went quite differently than this: the fights were done more lightly, almost teasingly, especially thanks to his younger brother Michelangelo, but they never ended with cold corpses like this fight ended with. But the members of this strange group made it clear with an unexpected certainty, that unconsciousness was not being considered as a loss. Raph absently cleaned the blood off his blade on the robe of the closest defeated ninja, and started to stagger back to the main hall. He decided to leave the thinking for later, when his amount of blood restores a little.

"Jane?" He rasped under his breath when he finally plodded up the stairs and leaned against the door frame, gasping for breath.

A dark silhouette materialized before him. The wounded ninja blinked in confusion. "Jane?" he repeated uncertainly.

"Are they all dead?"

Raph blinked once more fighting off the faintness trying to overcome him. The voice sounded both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, and was it just his imagination, or had Jane become bigger?

"Are they all dead?" The question fell on him heavily as huge bright eyes absorbed him with their indescribable intensity.

Raph nodded and fell in to the darkness.