Author's note: This is the third instalment in my four part story series. So far, I've featured two of the turtles: being Michelangelo and Raphael. Now we move on to Leonardo. I hope you enjoy!
Plot: Jeraldine Reynolds, secret government agent, never suspected that one day she would see him again…the man she'd witnessed ruthlessly kill her parents 5 years ago. When he shows up in New York City on the anniversary of their deaths, one thing becomes clear: he's come back for her and he wants her dead…Afraid and scared, Hellcat enlists the help of her best friend, Liz and the turtles. However, the bigger surprise for Hellcat is the attraction she feels towards Leonardo…
Disclaimer: I own nothing…
"You have got to be kidding me…" said a very angry Jeraldine Reynolds also known as Hellcat.
Her boss, Gonzo, only laughed. "No, I'm not kidding you…this is part of the job."
Hellcat was dressed in a short, tight, black leather dress that hoisted her breasts higher than any normal woman would be comfortable with, fishnet stockings and thigh-high four inch healed stiletto boots. And by all accounts, she was not happy about it.
"Remind me to kill whoever shipped over this outfit." She grumbled while strapping small, concealable pistols around her thighs.
Her mission that night was to infiltrate a local club and see if the rumours of a huge international drug lord named Knight having landed in New York were indeed true. If they were, she was to report back as soon as possible. If not, then they could all breathe a sigh of relief.
But since when were the F.B.I. informants ever wrong?
Hellcat grabbed her long, black trench coat and used it to cover herself up until she absolutely had to take it off.
"Good luck, Agent." Gonzo said as she left. Hellcat just flipped him the bird, which only made him chuckle.
Hellcat punched the buttons in the elevator that lead to the parking lot. On the short ride down, she knew just what she could do to get back at her boss for making her do this.
Grinning, she pulled out the key copies she'd had made of her boss's black Porsche convertible. She was going to drive that thing within an inch of its life just because she could.
Hellcat almost cackled as she peeled out of the lot with some bass-abusing hip-hop blasting through the speakers.
A moment later, her cell rang. The agent picked it up with a sly smile and answered it, knowing exactly who it would be.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Gonzo demanded on the other end.
"I'm just driving, boss." She said innocently.
A growl met her ears. "If that car comes back with one scratch, I'll fire your ass on the spot, Jerry."
Hellcat hung up and set the phone back down in her purse. As soon as she did, she burst into laughter. This had been so worth it…
She had always enjoyed ruffling his feathers ever since she had started working for him at the tender age of 16. Back then, she had been only a poor girl living with her grandma because her parents were 'vacationing'. That was code for on yet another mission.
Hellcat grimaced at the thought of them. Though she hadn't seen much of them growing up, what she had seen had been magical….until it was all taken away…
Shaking those thoughts away, Hellcat got her mind back on the mission at hand. Of course, that brought her thoughts back to her outfit. Shifting uncomfortably, Hellcat wished for her favourite dark blue sweater, worn jeans, and flip-flops.
Why would someone like her, who was an unnatural six foot one need four inch heels anyway?
Hellcat arrived at the club, which was called Thorns. Raising her eyebrow, she took in the crowd while she parked the Porsche. The men looked like they had stepped out of a GQ magazine and the women out of Victoria's Secret Vamp Edition (if there was such a thing).
One such woman was wearing a dress that Hellcat figured could easily be mistaken for a handkerchief.
And here I was worrying about being underdressed…
It looked like she'd fit right in. Still, she was going to curse her boss.
Hellcat stepped out of the little sports car and walked towards the long line forming at the front doors. She could see the bouncer reading names off of a list and checking IDs. Quickly, she pulled hers out. Yeah, the face was right but the name wasn't.
Melinda Tanner it said. Apparently she was 35 years old. That was another thing that bugged Hellcat…having cards that said she was older than she was…by a fair bit.
The agent took a moment to gloat at the fact at she could change that damned three to a two.
Still, when it came to her turn in the line, she got in without any trouble.
Hellcat didn't credit that to Gonzo's work…her outfit had done it all.
Walking around the expensive-looking, dimly light club Hellcat realized that this would be perfect place to exchange drugs. Nobody was paying attention…
This drew the agent's eyes to the dance floor. The word grinding sardines came to mind while she watched them dance. Turning away, Hellcat went and sat at the bar. If there was any place to people watch, this was it.
The bar was a huge, elegant island situated right in the center of the club. Every bottle of hard alcohol or wine could be seen on display.
Still not as impressive as Static. Hellcat thought, thinking of her friend Liz's bar. That place may have just as much or more prestige as this place did, but it was…friendlier. When one went into Static, they felt comfortable and as if they could belong. Here, if you weren't wearing thousands of dollars worth of everything, you stuck out like a sore thumb…that is if they even let you in.
That's what made it such a perfect place for her quarry.
Maybe when she was done with this outing she could head back to her place, change, and drop in. Hey…it was cheap 'girly' drinks night there…
And what's when Hellcat caught sight of him, sitting on the other side of the bar…no, not the same him as the one she was looking for tonight, but the one who'd gunned down her parents 5 years earlier…and he was smiling at her.
Fear and anger coursed through her veins as she watched his cocky behaviour.
She wanted nothing more than to walk around the bar and shoot the bastard between the eyes, but she didn't. One, because murdering someone in a public place was never a good idea, and two that's probably what the bastard wanted…well, not to die, but to know that he'd rattled her.
Hellcat vowed not to give him that satisfaction. When it was his time, there would be none for him, but plenty for her.
Images of that night flashed in her mind, making her clench her fists. He would pay alright, just not now.
With quick fingers, Hellcat text messaged her boss and let him know what was happening.
The message back caught her off guard.
Get the hell out of there.
Hellcat swore under her breath. It wasn't like she couldn't hold her own…but maybe there was something her boss knew that she didn't. The agent knew enough to often give the man the benefit of the doubt before she got angry at him for anything.
With as much casual ease as she could manage, Hellcat stood and walked back towards the entrance. Once she was outside, she quickly glanced around to make sure he didn't follow her outside. He hadn't, which eased her nerves only a little.
What had brought the bastard back? Well, the answer to that was obvious: her. It was simple…the man wanted her dead.
Those girly drinks looked better and better to the agent as she got back into the Porsche and peeled down the street towards Static. Never mind that today was the anniversary of that horrible day…
The images came back, only this time, tears stung Hellcat's eyes. Furious, she wiped them away. Crying wasn't going to accomplish anything. She had to stay strong so that she could beat this guy…
She got there a little while later and sighed relief and even smiled a little when she saw her best friend behind the bar with her employee, Dean.
"Hey, Liz." She said, trying to sound cheery despite the situation.
"Hello, Jerry." Liz greeted. "What's new and exciting?"
Hellcat sighed. "Nothing exciting, but things definitely new…" The agent bent forward towards her friend and whispered in her ear. "Do you think we could talk outside? It's important…"
Liz nodded and motioned to Dean that she was taking a break. The man nodded. Hellcat and Liz headed to the deck outside the back of the bar.
"So, what's up?" The former agent regarded her best friend with a concerned look.
"He's back, Liz…I saw him in Thorns tonight while I was on another mission…he wants me now."
This caused Liz to pale for a moment for she knew exactly who Hellcat was talking about.
"What are you going to do?"
Hellcat pondered that for a moment. "I was hoping maybe you could help me…I know you've been out of the business for a few months now, but this is…well, I wouldn't ask you unless it was this…"
Liz nodded, knowing that statement was true. She had quit shortly after her last mission so she could have normal, safe life.
"Yes, I'll help you out and only because it's him. I'll pass this by the Raph and boys; too…They can keep an eye out for him if you need."
Hellcat knew she was referring to the four mutant turtles that she'd met during her friend's rescue. Raphael was Liz's boyfriend and one of the four.
"Thanks," Hellcat hugged her friend, "you're the best."
"What do you need me to do?" Liz asked once she'd released her.
"See if you can get any more information on him. Maybe, where he's hiding out here, stuff like that."
Liz nodded, making a note. "I'll fax you the information to the headquarters."
Hellcat felt some of the tension leave her body. Thank god her friend was the world's best hacker. Getting the information would be a walk in the park for Liz. Still, fear tugged at the back of her mind.
"So," she began, wanting to change the subject, "how's Raph doing?"
Liz smiled at the mention of her boyfriend. "He's doing well." Her friend got a sly look on her face. "And he hasn't let me leave the bedroom too much…"
Hellcat couldn't help but throw her head back and laugh. "So you finally got to do it, eh?"
Liz only grinned and winked. "You should come down and visit with everyone. You know, while you're not out trying to save my butt."
Hellcat smiled at that. "Ah, hey…it was worth it. And sure I can…I'll have to stop by and talk to Gonzo, but afterwards I'll head your way."
Liz gestured at her friend's outfit. "That's hot…you should wear it for the guys." She teased.
Hellcat narrowed her eyes and pulled the coat tighter around her. "It's uncomfortable is what it is."
Liz chuckled and hugged her friend again. "You better hurry and see Gonzo right away…you know how gets when you keep him waiting."
Hellcat nodded, knowing that he could get really cranky and stay that way for as long as he saw fit.
"And be careful…" Liz said, worry on her face now.
The agent promised her friend just that and then headed out towards their headquarters. When she got there, Gonzo was looking more worried than he was angry.
"Are you alright?" he asked as soon as he saw her.
"Yes, I'm fine…" Hellcat held out her hands, which were shaking. "Well, except for that."
"I know you're wondering why I took you out of there tonight…" Her boss tossed her a large green file. "Open that up."
Hellcat complied and then gasped as she saw the piece of paper which formally announced that he was offering a five million dollar reward for her capture.
"Shit…"
"That was my thinking too. I need you to stay hidden for a while…don't do anything stupid like go after the guy. You know what he's like…he'll have the best on his side."
The best assassins are what her boss meant. Hellcat was being hunted and it scared the living crap out of her.
"Don't worry…I know where I can stay…"
"Good…now leave here and go there. I'll have your brother tail you to keep you safe."
Hellcat left quickly, taking her own car this time which was a black Mustang. As she sped through the streets, she thought again of that man and what was to come…