A/N: Okay. So. First of all I am going to point the finger of blame at Zathuraroy for this :D She was the one that got the gears rolling to add more to what was supposed to be a oneshot. (Snikers.) I decided I could not leave the guys hanging. How cruel would that be?
A big thank you to my Mikell. As a beta reader you rock. As constant support you rock epically! Thanks a bunch! Love ya!
Disclaimer:I do not own TMNT, just for the record.
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Chapter 2~
Leonardo cautiously leaned over the edge of the roof, peering down at the city streets below. Behind him, his brothers stood close to each other, perplexed looks on both Donatello and Michelangelo's faces. Raphael stood, arms crossed, his eye ridges knitted together. His overall expression screamed of irritation.
"So Fearless, what's the verdict? Are they gone yet?"Raph asked.
Blue bandanna tails tousled in the wind as Leo shook his head. Leonardo turned and walked away from the edge of the roof, a rare look of defeat written in the slump of his muscular shoulders.
"They are still there,"Leo sighed. He raised his eyes, looking at his brothers, his mind already searching for the perfect plan to get them out of this predicament.
"No way, Bro. We must have been up here for hours!" Mikey exclaimed. "We got to get back to the Lair, Leo! I can't be trapped up here forever!"
"Mike, calm down," Donatello encouraged his younger brother as Mikey began to take deep gulps of air. "Everything is going to be okay." The purple banded turtle looked up into the eldest and saw the look of uncertainty in Leo's deep brown eyes.
Leo gave a quick nod of his head. "I know Mikey. I am working on it."
"We can travel the roof tops,"Mikey suggested, desperate to help.
Donatello shook his head wisely. "That won't work Mike. We will run out of roof tops eventually."
"I say we just plough through them,"Raph muttered. Then as if he realized who their adversary were, he sighed and added,"That is if day were a bunch o' lousy Purple Dragons or da Foot. I don't t'ink it would cut be very fair to attack a bunch of females."
"That's just it, Raph,"Leo spoke up. "They are not our usual enemies. In fact they are not our enemies at all. They mean us no harm." Leo raised a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, snapping his eyes shut.
"Then.. do we fight? Run? Surrender?"Mikey asked, confused. "I wish Master Splinter was here."
"Hm..."
Three sets of eyes turned to the red banded turtle who had fell into a thoughtful silence.
"Raph? You have a plan?"Donatello asked, hopefully.
The turtle nodded. "Yeah Don. I do."
"Come on, Bro,"Mikey cried out , pacing the roof top. "Let us in on this great plan of yours!"
"Well, day are looking fer turtles, right?"Raphael began. "Den let'sgive 'em one."
Mikey blinked his bright blue eyes at his older brother.
"Come again? Give them a turtle? You volunteering Bro?" Mikey reached out to Raph and clapped a hand on the back of his brother's shell. "Nice knowing ya. It sure will be quiet around the Lair without you."
Raphael swatted the young turtle's hand away.
"I ain't goin' down dere, you knucklehead"he shot back. "But I do have an idea how we can distract dem so we can get away."
Leo stepped forward, eager to hear Raphael's plan."What do you have in mind?"
"Well, I was thinking dat..."
A bright beam from over head cut Raphael off. Shielding their eyes from the blinding light, the turtles desperately tried to see where it was coming from.
"Over there!"Donatello cried out."Coming this way. It's a helicopter!"
"Hey! Maybe its April coming to save us!"Mikey said hopefully waving his arms back and forth as if guiding the aircraft towards them.
"Ah, Mike. I don't think that's April."Donatello reached out, pulling his brother towards him. To Raphael, he said,"I think now is the time to put your plan into play."
From up above them, they could hear excited whoops and cries over the constant buzz of the blades cutting through the air.
Over a bull horn, a high pitched voice squealed,"We got them girls! They are locked in our sights with no where to go!"
"That's what they think,"Leonardo muttered. To his brothers, he firmly commanded,"Quick! All of you! Head to the docks."
Without further instruction, the turtles spun and ran for their lives, hopping roof top to roof top at break neck speed. The helicopter gave chase, hot on their heels.
Suddenly, Leo stopped short in front of them, causing the rest to almost smash into the back of his shell.
"Leo! Warn us next time youse decide to jump on da brakes, won't you ?"
"What gives, Leo?"Mikey asked nervously glancing over his shoulder, watching as the helicopter continued to follow them in the distance.
Leonardo turned to face them, desperately trying to hide the fear in his eyes.
"We are out of room, guys. I-I am sorry. I fear I have led us to a dead end."
