A/N: Disclaimer- Although I wish I could, I do not own any characters of TMNT except for my OC character Chloe. All characters go to their respectful owners and/or creators.
Wassup my wonderful readers! Thanks so much for opening this story to read! I really do appreciate it. So I made this story a couple months ago, so please don't attack me with flames! Are you ready? Here we go...
The night was still young on December 3, but snow fell thickly over one of New York City's bay. A figure was sitting on a bench under a dismal street light, sketchbook in hand, pencil poised, and ready to strike. Then she started to outline the city's outline in great swooping lines catching the frigid water and lights…..
But what she didn't know was the swift black figures leaping from building top to building top to wait behind her. The one in front, with a red claw etched onto his shoulder, held a walkie talkie to his mouth and said,
"The package is in position. Ready for pick up in three…two…one…"
Over a few blocks down were four teens on the move. Well, more like four teenage mutants on the run, racing from building to building. The one in front had a blue bandanna tied over his eyes, two twin katanas strapped to his shell. The other teen behind him, now in fast pursuit, flew past the blue branded turtle, his red mask and gleaming sais shined from the streetlights.
"Come on Mikey!" he shouted over his shoulder and jumped over an air conditioning unit. Of the last two turtles, the orange masked turtle just smiled and huffed out,
"You're gonna eat my dust, Ralphy- Boy!" and poured on speed.
The last turtle just sighed and leaped onto another building, his bo-staff swinging in his hand. Suddenly, the blue masked turtle came to an abrupt stop on top of an old apartment building. The last three turtles didn't pay attention to their older brother and plowed into him at full speed.
BAM!
There was a sound of bones hitting bones and low groans.
"Ow," groaned Mikey. "Leo do you always have to do that?"
"Yeah. You don't hafta play Fearless Leada every time we go on night patrol," complained a gruff voice from the bottom of the pile. Leo stood up, ignoring these remarks, and walked over to the edge of the building.
"Look, see?"
Mikey joined him and said,
"A girl sketching the bay. Very nice. What did you want to show me?"
Leo rolled his eyes and pointed to the run down mechanic shop behind her. Mikey followed Leo's gaze to see a cluster of men, all dressed in black crouched down at the edge, as if preparing to strike.
The Foot.
"The one in front has some type of communicating device, like a walkie talkie," commented Donatello, the purple masked turtle who now joined his brothers.
"How about we go down there and kick some-" started Ralph, hands clutching his sais. But before he could finish, they dropped down onto the girl.