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Miwa The Fifth Turtle - Episode One: Facing the Foot
By
Celgress
NYC Night
"Psst over here," The voice said. It sounded young and feminine.
"Um where are you?" A teenaged boy with short black hair dressed in grunge wear asked peering into the gloomy alleyway the pizza boxes shaking in his hand. "I don't see you."
"I'm down here." The voice instructed.
"Down where, I still don't see you," The teenaged boy said entering the confined space of the alleyway.
"I'm down here genius, the storm drain." The voice said.
"How'd you get down there? Do your parents know where you are? Are you stuck?" The teenaged boy asked approaching the grate.
"Those aren't important questions, do you have the pizzas?"
"Right here; one large meat lovers, one large peperoni and one large veggie," The teenaged boy said. "That'll be thirty-three bucks, um miss?"
"Here you go," The voice said money poked out from between the grate bars.
"Um thanks," The teenaged boy said leaning down and grabbing the cash.
"Keep the change, consider it a tip."
"Sweet, where ah do I leave the pies?"
"Slide them through the grate please."
"You sure," The teenaged boy asked apprehensively. "They might get damaged, you know wet and stuff."
"Trust me they won't, come on I don't have all night."
"Alright here you go." The teenaged boy said passing the pizzas through the grate one after the other. "Hey you sound kind of cute. Who are you anyway?" He asked curiosity getting the better of him. "My name is Casey, Casey Jones by the way."
"If I told you I'd have to kill you Casey Jones." The voice said.
Casey laughed nervously. "C'mon now that isn't funny."
"Who said I'm joking?
Casey felt a shiver run down his spine. "That's okay, I ah got to go bye." He sprinted from the alley.
Below in the sewer tunnel Miwa smirked adjusting her white mask and matching arm bands. He'll think twice before hitting on my next time. Boys are so silly especially human ones she thought. Strolling through the sewers she whistled her favorite pop song. Making her way to the Lair she was swarmed by her hungry brothers the moment her feet hit the threshold.
"Did you get the pizzas Miwa? Please tell me you got the pizzas." Michelangelo whined drooling. "I'm starving."
"You're always starving Mikey." Raphael scoffed elbowing past the slightly younger mutant.
Miwa sighed rolling her eyes. Her brothers could be so immature. "Of course I brought back the pizzas Mikey. It was my turn, and unlike somebody I could name I didn't eat half of them on the way home."
"In my defense that only happened once, er I mean twice," Michelangelo said.
"It happened three times, but who's counting." Leonardo said walking towards the entryway taking two of the pizzas away from Miwa. "Would it kill either of you to help Miwa carry these in?" Leonardo asked shooting Raphael and Michelangelo dirty looks.
"We didn't want to tramp on your toes oh fearless leader." Raphael said with a mock bow. "We know how much you enjoy being the responsible one."
"When can we eat? Say it is soon, please," Michelangelo said in exaggerated fashion following Leonardo and Miwa inside. "I don't think I'll last much longer."
Ignoring him Leonardo called out. "Hey Donnie supper has arrived!"
"I'll be there in a minute!" Donatello shouted from his room/makeshift laboratory. "I'm in the middle of a delicate experiment! Save me several slices of the meat lovers pie okay!? Make sure Mikey doesn't eat it all before I get there, thanks!"
"Hey, why does everyone pick on my around meal time," Michelangelo said.
"Because you're a glutton," Miwa laughed.
"Don't feel bad Mikey I pick on you all the time." Raphael said.
"Gee thanks Raph," Michelangelo grumbled.
"Father sure you won't be joining us tonight?" Miwa said spotting their parent and sensei Splinter pass by as she Leonardo set the dinner table. The five Turtles had nicknamed Hamato Yoshi "Splinter" when they were children because of his proclivity for destroying wood either by using his martial arts skill or teeth.
"I'm afraid pizza doesn't agree with me my daughter. I have made alternate meal plans accordingly." Splinter said with a smile departing the large chamber which served as the family's combination kitchen/dinette. "Enjoy your meal my children."
"Your loss father, I'd rather eat pizza any day than sushi yuck." Michelangelo said earning him a slap to the back of his heat from Raphael. "Ouch what was that for?"
"Being rude and stupid," Raphael said.
"Sushi isn't that bad once you've gotten used to it." Leonardo contended.
"Says sensei's pet," Raphael taunted.
Leonardo froze in his tracks setting down the stack of plates he'd been carrying on the dinner table he turned towards Raphael. "Take that back Raph."
"Why should I Leo everyone knows you're Splinter's favorite because you suck up the most." Raphael continued getting in Leonardo's face.
"Can't your petty bickering wait until after supper?" Miwa said getting between Leonard and Raphael.
"Miwa's right, don't ruin a perfectly good meal." Michelangelo pleaded.
"You're his second favorite and you don't even have to suck up." Raphael said his temper getting the best of him. "He babies you because you're the only girl, daddy's little princess. 'Daddy aren't my dollies cute. Of course they are darling but not as cute as you are.'" Raphael finished with Miwa and Splinter impressions and kissing sounds then started laughing.
Miwa gritted her teeth. "How'd you like this girl to stomp your shell in?" Miwa leapt on Raph. The pair rolled around on the floor exchanging blows. It took the combined efforts of Leonardo, Michelangelo and the freshly arrived Donatello to pry them apart. Raphael and Miwa didn't speak the rest of the evening.
The next day everyone was lounging around the living room when a TV news report aired. The program covered a bizarre string of disappearance involving top scientists employed by cutting edge high tech firms. Authorities were baffled by the nature of the cases most of which involved closed sites whose security could not possibly be penetrated by conventional means.
"Interesting," Donatello mused scratching his chin. "I wonder who would abduct such high profile scientists and why?"
"Don they're only missing." Miwa pointed out. "No evidence supports the theory they were kidnapped."
"Miwa is right Don." Leonardo said. "For all we know they could have all quit or something."
"All of them at once." Donatello said skeptically.
"Granted it does seem unlike, however stranger things have happened." Miwa said pointing at herself and the others.
"Ha ha very funny," Donatello said.
"Thanks I thought so," Miwa said sticking out her tongue.
"I'm telling you something is rotten in Denmark." Donatello said.
"Denmark, I thought we were in New York?" Michelangelo said the others minus Splinter groaned.
"Okay assuming there is a wider conspiracy at work here." Raphael said. "How do we uncover it brainiac?"
"Stakeout," Michelangelo said hopefully.
"Stakeout," Donatello confirmed.
"Great just great," Raphael said sarcastically.
"Alright where do we keep watch?" Miwa asked. "We can't hold a stakeout without a potential target in mind."
"I'll do a little research this afternoon." Donatello said. "Find out who's the most probable next target of the abductors."
"If there are any abductors," Leonardo chimed in. "I'm not yet sold on the idea this isn't a wild goose chase."
"Me either," Miwa said.
"Same here," Raphael said.
"You'll see I know I'm right about this one. I can feel it." Donatello said.
"Can we get pizza?" Michelangelo asked hopefully waving his hand in the air. The others shook their heads. "What did I say?"
That night the five Turtles sat on a rooftop across from a brownstone building which Donatello was convinced held the criminals, if they really were any, next likely target. It was a clear, chilly autumn night. The stars twinkled overhead. Four hours had passed by peacefully. It was now nearly three in the morning.
"I'm freezing my tail off." Raphael said, "Donnie how much longer?"
"Patience Raph I'm sure they'll be here soon." Donatello said watching the neighboring building through a high powered set of binoculars.
"If they exist," Miwa said grimly rubbing her arms in a vain attempt to fight off the cold.
"Ten more minutes then we're leaving." Leonardo informed Donatello. "You can stay if you want."
"Great stakeout," Michelangelo said eating the last slice of cold pizza. "We should really have stakeouts more often."
"Shut up Mikey!" Everyone said.
Ten minutes later everyone except Donatello was preparing to leave when a small group wearing some sort of purple and black uniform appeared on the opposite roof. One minute the roof was empty the next following a flash of bright, red light it was covered with these people. The Turtles stared in awe while the costumed group slid down the fire escape towards the apartment of the man Donatello figured was the next target.
"Bingo," Donatello said.
"Finally action," Raphael said.
"Let's do this, hit them fast and hard. Just like Splinter taught us. You know the drill." Leonardo said the five readied their weapons; Leonardo his twin Katana blades, Donatello his Bo staff, Raphael his two Sai, Michelangelo his pair of Nunchaku and Miwa her Kusarigama. Stealthily the Turtles made their way to the adjacent roof and reached the fire escape of the apartment in question not long after the costumed people had forcibly entered.
Inside they found the costumed people dragging a red haired, balding man of about forty clad in pajamas out of his bed. The man was frantic begging them not to harm his daughter. His assailants took no notice of his entreaties.
"Unhand him, or face us." Leonardo commanded pointing his right Katana at the criminals. From this distance they appeared even stranger possessing large, plastic eyes that glowed with an eerie yellow light.
The costumed people five in all, discounting the one who was carrying the tied up middle aged man, pulled pistols from the belts and opened fire. These were no ordinary guns. Instead of standard bullets they spat out red laser beams.
"Where are these guys from Mars?" Raphael said narrowly avoiding the blazing beams.
"I don't know but they're not getting away." Donatello said using his Bo as a springboard he dropkicked one of the costumed people. He bounced off with no apparent effect. It felt like hitting a brick wall. "Hitting them is like tackling stone." Donatello groaned.
Leonardo used the reflective surface of his Katanas to send a laser bolt back at one of the costumed people blowing a hole through it's midsection. Instead of blood or other bodily fluids sparking circuity was visible. The costumed people weren't flesh and blood!
"They're robots." Miwa said in disbelief.
The Turtles exchanged glances then grinned before unleashing a fury of weapon strikes against their android foes. Possessing the weapons with the greatest penetrating power Leonardo, Miwa and Raphael did the most damage. Within a few minutes they'd hacked and slashed their way through their opponents until only the one holding the middle aged man remained.
"Release him, its' over." Leonardo commanded the Turtles encircling the remaining robot.
Rather than comply the robot flipped an unseen switch on it's belt. This action triggered another flash of red light. When it ended the blinking Turtles were surrounded by more than twice as many colorfully dressed androids as before, twelve in all! These new arrivals had swords and blasters. Meanwhile the last original attacker had vanished along with his hostage.
"Now what," Raphael muttered the Turtles finding their shells to the wall quite literally.
"We fight our way out of this." Leonardo said.
"Anyone have a plan?" Raphael said, no one did, "I thought so."
Releasing a collective battle cry the five mutants engaged the twelve heavily armed robots. The battle was short yet furious. By the time one third of the androids had been destroyed or damaged the surviving robots' withdrew from the fray.
"Don't look now but I think we've won." Michelangelo said.
Suddenly a high pitched noise filled the room. The robots' heads began shaking. Their bodies gave off random sparks of electricity.
"Um I think we should scram." Raphael said.
"Good idea," Miwa said.
"Wait," Donatello protested. "Grab a piece of robo junk everyone. Doesn't matter how small, anything you can carry."
"Why do you want this stuff?" Leonardo asked picking up a handful of android bits.
"I can analysis it using the equipment in my lab." Donatello explained. "Maybe identify a manufacture, learn where these things came from."
"What are you creatures!? Where is my father!?" A red headed girl of about fourteen in a frilly pink nightdress asked eyeing the Turtles.
"We didn't do anything to your father um miss. In fact we saved him from evil robots." Donatello said approaching the girl and pointing at the upright androids.
"Right Donnie that doesn't sound unbelievable at all." Raphael said.
"Can it Raph." Donatello snapped. "Sorry miss my brother is rather rude."
"Don't come any closer or I'll, I'll, I'll,,,," The girl said fainting. Donatello caught her in his arms before she hit the floor.
By now the high pitched sound had passed beyond the realm of home or mutant turtle hearing. The robots were glowing red hot. Realizing they had no time left the Turtles bailed. They barely reached the alley below when a tremendous explosion leveled the brownstone. Shaken badly by the fact their apparent enemy had so little regard for life they'd destroyed an entire apartment complex the Turtles dejectedly made their way home taking the unconscious girl along with them. They didn't know it at the time but their up until now simple lives were about to get extremely complicated.
To Be Continued
