Disclaimer: I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles all property belongs to Laird and Eastman, Mirage Comics, Mirage Studios and 4Kids Entertainment.

Setting: Takes place after Turtles Forever in the 03 verse.

The Guardian Angel Saga

Story 4: Hide Away

Prologue

Clark Paulson watched the entertainment that was New Yorkers on display. He was seated at a booth at Freddys Burgers next to an open window. He watched people walking back and forth on the sidewalks and the slow traffic in the streets. This was routine for him while he thought about his latest assignment.

"Here ya go," the waitress, Madge said as she set down the plate containing Clarks meal down in front of him. Your usual. She grabbed the small bottle of hot sauce that was also on the tray and set it down in front of him. "I wish I had a stomach like yours."

"You say that every time," Clark said as he removed the top bun of his burger. It was grilled to his liking and topped with onions, cheese, and slices of jalapenos. He drizzled on some of the Tabasco sauce on top of it.

"When you order something different I will change my dialogue," Madge said. She was a short woman in her early fifties. Her brown hair that had patches of gray was done up in a bun and she wore a pair of cat frame glasses on her wide nose. She was the definition of a surly waitress.

"Maybe I will have some dessert today," Clarke said as he took one of his chili cheese fries and placed it in his mouth.

"If I ate that I would have to have a ton of ice cream."

"Something tells me you would have a ton of ice cream anyway," Clark said with a wry smile on his face.

"You got my number," Madge said. Now if you excuse me I have to take care of my other regulars.

"Don't be a stranger."

"You know I won't."

Clark popped in another fry and took a big bite from his burger. The burger bit back with the amount of spice it had. It was perfect.

"Afternoon officers," Madge said from a few booths down. "Ready for your coffee and pie?"

"Always," one of the cops said.

"One apple for Eastman and one chocolate for Laird," Madge said and Clark could hear her writing down their order on her pad.

"Uh," one of the cops said.

"I'm just screwing with ya guys," Madge said. "Chocolate for Eastman and apple for Laird and no ice cream?"

"You know how I like it," the cop said.

"With chedder cheese grated on top."

"Never change," the other cop said.

Clark did not blink at all through their conversation. The fact that there were two cops in the same diner as he was did not faze him. He learned long ago to not be afraid when there was authority figures in the same vicinity that he was. They did not know what he did for a living and if he acted like a normal average citizen then they would treat him like one and no one would be the wiser.

Clark waited until had had taken several bites of his burger and eaten half of his fries before he set down to business. He was contacted to make a new hit on a guy and the client had promised him a huge payload. He just needed to go over the details of the target. "Leader of the New York division of the Purple Dragons," Clark said through a mouthful of burger. Well Mr. Vorst had said it was a big job and promised a lot of money for him to get the job done. He wiped his hands with the napkin to pull out the picture of the man. "Holy crap." Clark nearly dropped his burger. The guy had to be oding on the roids. Each of those arms was about the size of Clark and those hands look like they could crush a skull as if it were a ripe melon. "Hun," Clark read. His eyes bugged out when he read Huns height and weight. He could understand why the pay would be huge. Not only would he have to get past the members of the gang but he was also going to make sure he would score the perfect hit on the guy before he even noticed, cause there would be no guarantee that Clark would make it out alive.

Luckily for Clark he was stealthy. He was able to place a bullet between the eyes of a man from several feet away. He could kill several moving targets at once. He was able to sneak up behind someone and slice through their throats before they can even blink.

"This is the place, Grandma," the voice of a teenage girl was heard. "They make the best grilled chicken sandwiches and the best milkshakes."

"Angel, wait for me," an elderly woman said.

"Hey Purple Top," Madge greeted them. "This must be your grandma."

"Grandma this is Madge," the teenager introduced. "She is awesome."

"Well I only just met her," Grandma said.

"Let me give you the official welcome to Freddys", Madge said. Welcome. "You can sit wherever you want."

"Where would you like to sit?" The teenager asked.

"I would like a booth near the back."

"I see one," the teenager said. She walked past Clarks booth and looked about fourteen or fifteen and her hair was dyed purple.

Clark waited for the grandmother to follow the kid before he returned to his food and to his assignment. He had to admire that old broad. His grandmothers face would have been the same shade of purple as that girls hair if he had dyed his hair that color.

He was good. He knew that, but a lot of his success was also based on blind luck and he knew it would not always be there. He was going to eventually run out of it and he was afraid he would run out when trying to take out this least he wasnt sloppy anymore. It took him a year to get as good as he was. There were times when he missed and times when he actually fought physically with the victims. He managed to kill most of them, but there were a few times when the victim managed to get away.

"If the money wasnt good you would live to see grandchildren," Clark said as he stared at Huns picture.