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"Wake-y, wake-y," a taunting voice called out through the darkness.

Painfully, Leonardo forced his eyelids to slide open. His arms were tied behind his shell with a long chain that ran up to the ceiling. It was partially suspending him with his face a couple of inches off of the ground. The turtle groaned. He was pretty sure that at least one of his shoulders was dislocated from being in this position. His mask was missing. Plus, he was cold. Really, really cold.

"WAKE UP!" the voice yelled into his ear-hole.

Leonardo barely managed to stifle a scream as something suddenly collided with his arm. If his shoulder hadn't been dislocated before, it certainly was now. A gloved hand grabbed his head and forced him to look into its owner's face. Leo found himself staring into Karai's deep black eyes. A small moan escaped his lips as she let his head fall back down.


Donatello glanced worriedly at the time on the VCR. Leonardo had just gone out to do some Christmas shopping, but that was several hours ago and Donatello greatly doubted that there were many stores open at one fifty in the morning. Leo was known for being out late to patrol the city, but he usually would have checked in if he had any intention of doing that. The brainy turtle pondered what to do.

Michelangelo was lying next to him on the couch, sleeping like a baby. Master Splinter was in his room, presumably also sleeping. Don tilted his head slightly as he heard someone moving quietly around in another room. Hoping that it was a returning Leo, he stood up from the easy chair and followed the sounds. As soon as he entered the dojo, he sighed, realizing that it was Raphael beating up his punching bag.

"Hey Raph. Have you heard from Leo?"

"Nope."

"He hasn't come home yet."

"So?"

Donatello walked over to his brother. "Leo just went out to do some Christmas shopping."

"So?"

"It's two in the morning. The stores closed about three and a half hours ago."

That got Raphael's attention. "Have you asked Mikey or Master Splinter if they've heard from 'im?"

"I know Mikey hasn't since I've been with him all evening, and I would think that Sensei would have said something."

"True," Raphael conceded. "Tried calling him yet?

"I was just about to do that."

Don pressed the speed dial for Leo's number and held the shell cell up to his ear hole. The call went straight to the answering machine.

"His phone's off," he announced after trying again.

The two brothers looked at each other.

"I think we'd better wake up Splinter."

The old rat listened carefully to what his two sons reported.

"Donatello, you are able to track the phones, correct?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then I suggest that you start. I fear something has happened to Leonardo."

"On it, Sensei." Donatello bowed quickly and hurried out of the room.

"Raphael, we need to wake Michelangelo. I have a very bad feeling about this situation. We must be ready the moment Donatello has located Leonardo."

Raphael nodded his head, stood up, and walked out of Splinter's room and into the entertainment area.

"Wake up, dip-stick."

He slapped Mikey on the back of the head while at the same time grabbing the remote and flicking off the corny made-for-TV movie that was playing.

"Hey! I was watching that!" Michelangelo muttered sleepily.

"Yeah, sure ya were."

"Go 'way, Raph. I need my beauty sleep."

"Get up, bone-head. Leo's missin'."

"WHAT?" The orange-clad turtle almost fell off of the couch.

"You heard me. Now get yer lazy bum up. We're goin' to go find him."

Mikey leapt up. "Then what are we waiting for?"

"Donnie's trackin' his shell cell right now. He should find 'im soon."

Just then, Donatello walked up to his brothers, the tracker in his hands.

"I'm getting a really weird reading, guys. The signal is really weak, and I'm getting several of the same signals coming from almost the same place—they're only a couple of inches apart. Also, it's not moving. The shell cell must be broken or something."

"So where's the place?"

"Let me show you." Donatello laid out a map. "It's in an alley close to the mall," he pointed to the location.

"Well, I dunno about you guys, but I ain't just goin' ta sit around an' wait for Leo to come home!"

Raphael withdrew his two sai and stabbed at the air for effect.

"I agree, Raphael." Master Splinter walked out of his room. "Go and find your brother. If he returns while you are out, I will contact you."


The Battle Shell sped down the street towards the alley. The three turtles inside were almost dreading what they would find when they arrived. The vehicle skidded to a stop and they all got out.

"In there," Donatello pointed, after consulting his tracker.

The three turtles cautiously crept into the alley. Due to a fresh layer of snow, there were no footprints except for their own. Leonardo definitely was not there. At first glance, there was nothing else there either. However, using his tracker, Donatello began to sweep the ground. Feeling useless and helpless, Raphael and Michelangelo also began poking around.

"Hey, look at this."

Raphael walked over to where a gleam had caught his eye and pulled out a shurikin that was embedded in the brick wall. He turned it over in his hands and eyed the familiar symbol that was etched on it.

"It's definitely from the Foot."

Donatello suddenly stopped and began to feel around in the snow. Finding what he was looking for, he pulled up half of Leonardo's shell cell. It looked like it had been forcibly torn from the other half since several wires were sticking out of it.

Meanwhile, Michelangelo had spotted the edge of a colorful bag sticking out from under a snow bank. As he brushed the white powder off of it, he saw another bag. He peered inside both of them.

"Donnie, I can tell you what you're getting for Christmas."

Donatello looked at him. "How do you know that?"

Mikey held up the red and white bag. "Why else would there be a perfectly good laser pointer in here?"


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