The Mission
"You're doing great, April. You're almost there."
This was the first time (and last, as Michelangelo assured her) she had ever undergone a mission on her own—no backup from the guys whatsoever. At this moment, nearing midnight of this very particular date, they were at home in the lair. The only thing that connected her to them was the wireless device Donatello handed to her after she begrudgingly accepted the task, through which they were now communicating.
"Four—"
"Dontforgetmastersplinter!"
"Five," she corrected herself, as she shot the vendor an exhausted and exasperated look, "copies of Deathly Hallows, please."
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