A/N Hello, readers! I know, it has been a while. I have a special notebook where I keep all of my stories before posting them. I lost it, and I was very sad. It had this story in it, fully complete, which I was ready to type up months ago. Well, I found it yesterday,(ear-splitting joyful cries) so here's the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own rights to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
"Kraang test, successfully tested. Begin the next phase of the plan that is the plan that the next phase is to be completed of."
"Where's Casey? I haven't seen him in a while," Leo asked.
"Probably at the hockey rink," April responded.
"No, I mean, I haven't seen him for a couple days."
"You know, come to think of it, neither have I," she said, crossing her arms and thinking.
"Try calling him," Donnie suggested blankly, most of his concentration on the screwdriver he had in his hand.
Leo pulled out his T-phone and dialed Casey's number. The phone rang once, twice, three, four times. No one picked up. He and April exchanged uneasy glances.
"Can you track him?"
Donnie nodded, pulling out his own phone.
"I'll get Raph and Mikey."
"Left," instructed Donatello.
Leo turned the wheel of the Shellraiser.
"Another left," Donnie said, looking at his T-phone to track Casey's. "Now righ- uh oh."
"What is it, Donnie?" Leo asked, turning before slowing down.
"His signal's been lost," the purple-masked turtle responded, "But it was close by."
"We could probably find him if we spread out," April suggested.
"Good idea," Leo agreed. "We meet back here at midnight."
Where is he? His tracker went out somewhere around here... Donatello thought, scratching his head as he looked around the alley. Did he move from the spot? Is he hurt?
April walked forth, scanning her flashlight from side to side. Getting an idea, she stopped, clicked it off, and put it away. She stood, concentrating, pressing her fingers firm against either side of her head, and used her psychic powers to scan for him.
Where are you, Jones?
Her eyes widened, and she dropped to her hands and knees with a yelp. She did not sense that Casey was in the area, but she did sense something else.
Something was wrong. Horribly wrong.
Raph growled, kicking a trashcan.
"Casey, where are ya?" he said, more to himself than anyone else.
"CAAAAASEEEEEEEYYYY?!" Mikey yelled into the night air, cupping his hands around his mouth. He went back to following Leo, who was sweeping the beam of his flashlight around the alley.
"If he's playing a prank without me..."
They stopped as they came to a split in the narrow alleyway, one path going left, and the other, right. The two looked at each other, and in an unspoken agreement, they nodded and turned their backs to each other so that they were facing opposite paths. As Leo started off, Mikey took out his own flashlight and gripped it tightly in his hand so that his knuckles were white.
Raph was the first one back at the Shellraiser at the meeting time.
"Anything?" he asked Donnie as the purple-banded turtle came into view.
Donnie shook his head as Mikey landed beside him.
"Nada, bro."
April ran up to them from the street.
"April! Did you see him?" Donatello asked, immediately jumping to her aid when he saw her expression.
"No. Guys, we need to be careful."
She stopped to look at each face. "Where's Leo?"
"It's five past twelve," Raph pointed out, careful to keep his expression blank, but the tone of his voice betrayed him, letting them all know that he was concerned about his oldest brother.
"Oh, no," Donnie gasped, the light from his T-phone illuminating his features so that they could see the fear written clearly on his face. "Look."
He turned the phone around so that they could see the screen of it, which read the same thing as it had a few hours earlier when they had gone out to track Casey:
SIGNAL LOST.