To say that it was hot would be an understatement. Now, if you said it felt like an oven, that might be accurate. At least, that's how hot Mikey claimed it was. Strangely enough, his brothers agreed with him. That's why, in the middle of the harsh New York summer, the turtles, master Splinter, Casey and April retreated to the farm for a much needed cooling off period. Leonardo saw it as the perfect chance to "find himself" and proceeded to disappear into the woods for days on end. Donnie brought half of the lab with him, and even set up a wireless network for Mikey to play games on. Although, he spent most of his time reading his comic books. Raph and Casey found an old bike or two and busied themselves with fixing them up. April and Splinter, well, they did just about whatever pleased them. It was nice, the quiet. The solitude. The peace.
Yeah, that didn't last long.
As always, trouble seemed to find the brothers wherever they hid. It leaped on Leo first. In the woods, he found new meaning to the words "Mother Nature". He released himself completely to the whims of the wild, and was surprised at its gentleness. Except for that one big storm that almost blinded him.
He was sitting now in the lotus position, meditating. Soft breaths in and out. The noises of the forest becoming loud, then trailing off into nothing. A bird flew from its another. Suddenly a whole flock took off into the sky as a rumbling shook the ground. Seconds later he heard an explosion, approximately six miles to his southeast. He dismissed it. There was some kind of construction happening there. But then there was another explosion. This time five miles to the south. Then another, four miles to the southwest. When dirt rained on him from the explosion two miles to his west, Leonardo decided it was time to investigate. He hopped up from the lotus and into a tree, barely moving the branch.
He only had time to move through a few trees before the next explosion came. This one off to his right and definitely too close for comfort. Searching, he found the source of the blasts. More importantly, he found the targets. The source was a large off-road vehicle with a grenade launcher. The targets: two black-clad figures on dirt bikes. Leo took a moment to revel in the weirdness of NOT being the one chased by heavy, weaponized machinery, then he was off. Racing through the trees or on the ground, he somehow managed to keep pace with the speeding chariots.
He took his time in examining the predator and the prey, trying to decide which side of the fight to be on. There were two men in the jeep. One to drive, the other to shoot. Pretty standard operation. Thing was, they looked like normal guys. One was dressed like a school teacher, the other guy could be the neighborhood mailman for all he knew. But the bikers, they looked sketchy.
Not only was it a scorchingly hot day and they showed no skin whatsoever, but they were also armed to the teeth. Leo saw arrows and swords, one had a battle axe, the other had a weird curvy metal thing with no obvious purpose. They had knives in every available pocket or open seam, and hand-claws like the Shredders, except black. But the kicker, the thing that sent home to Leo that these people were dangerous, were the guns. A glock on each thigh. A cross chest wrap with dozens upon dozens of clips. And something really big strapped to their backs that Leo really didn't want to find the function for. Instead of black clothes, they had advanced body armor. So either the bikers were the bad guys, or they were the first well-funded vigilantes Leo had come across.
He was stuck between helping possible innocents escape death, and capturing possible villains. Luckily, the decision was made for him. One vigilante, the one with the axe, looked back for a second too long and hit a rock big enough to screw with the bike. It popped the wheel out of place and the biker went flying, landing with an audible THUD. The bikers companion, noticing that he was down, skidded to a halt, then flew past the jeep, attempting to draw the fire away from his friend. The other one stood shakily, grabbing a duffel that Leo hadn't noticed before. Revving back, the second biker fired a few shots at the jeep, successfully taking out a tire. The now lone biker paused long enough for his friend to get on the back of the bike, then they were off.
Swearing and mumbling, the men in the jeep continued the high speed chase. Leo was sure they were trying to get whatever was in that bag.
Then it hit him. When the biker had sped past the jeep, he had a perfect shot at both men. But he aimed down. That was all the evidence Leo needed to act. Leaping into action, he first knocked the guy operating the grenade launcher off the vehicle. Teacher-man noticed that his friend was gone, then realized some strange green thing was trying to stop him. He didn't take too kindly to that. He tried to shake Leo off, hitting a few trees in the process. But ultimately, he was knocked out with a swift katana hilt to the head. The jeep sputtered to a halt, and the bikers looked back, just now acknowledging the presence of a guardian angel. They swerved to a stop a few feet from the truck, facing Leo. Fist in palm, they bowed from the waist down. Then they disappeared into the woods.
The bikers pulled into the driveway of a large mansion. Sighing and groaning, they clamored off the mud-encrusted machine. They took off their helmets, revealing their feminine features. The woman holding the duffle pressed a button, opening the garage. She shook her dark hair out of its ponytail, tossing the helmet aside.
"Should we talk about the weird green dude?" She addressed her blonde friend. The blonde simply shook her head. Another sigh from the brunette. "Charlie is never going to believe this. Unless you tell her, then she might maybe think its a possibility." The blonde's mouth turned upwards in a smirk. "Well, at least we got what we wanted." Another smile and a nod from the blonde. They walked into the house, the door solidly closing behind them.