Episode 2; of Mobsters and Mutants
The channel six building; the medium-sized tower that stood near the center of Downtown Empire City. The most popular television station on the airwaves in this metropolis, it had one of the most varied lineups of television programming. From the wildlife show monster hunter with Jack Marlin, to the hardcore talk show On trial with Clayton Kellerman, all of these shows enjoyed high ratings. But nothing on the network was watches as much as Channel Six's evening news program, which all of the city's inhabitants looked towards for journalistic truth and clarity.
"...and so, the authorities are still baffled by the mysterious fire at the Foot Dojo and temple last week, which seems to have decimated the largest and most powerful of the Chinatown triads here in Empire City." The reporter told the camera. "And that's our news for today. This is April O' Neal, Channel Six News, saying see you next week!"
The cameras ceased to roll, and the evening news crew wrapped up the program. The reporter who had just been talking set down her microphone, and made her way off the news set. She made her way back to the news station's sound room, where she approached another woman working at a computer console.
"Hey, Irma!" The reporter greeted the other woman. "So, how was my performance out there today?"
"Oh! April, it's only you!" The startled Irma replied, nearly falling out of her chair in surprise. "Oh, you were as good as always. I don't think you ever had a bad day on camera."
Irma never could understand why April was worried about her appearance; with her red hair, perfect figure, and brown eyes, April O' Neal was probably the most photogenic reporter in Empire city. She always looked good on camera, even in that ridiculous yellow jumpsuit she always insisted on wearing. While little old Irma Langstien was a frumpy nerd in coke bottle glasses, blue sweater, and purple dress would never show hosting the six o' clock news. The only place Irma was valued was back here, behind the camera, a fact she had long ago learned to live with.
"Awww, you're just saying that to be nice." April replied with a Sigh. "I think I barely do well enough to hang onto my job."
"Boy, I'll sure say you do!" A snobbish male voice agreed, as another reporter joined them in sound room. "I don't know why Brune lets you handle the crime beat, I'm his best reporter."
"Oh, hi Vernon. I didn't hear you slither up." Irma replied, rolling her eyes. "And if you mean best coward, then you're totally right."
Calling himself Vern "The Falcon" Fenwick, Vernon had gotten his job as a lifestyle reporter by sucking up to their boss. The little creep spent most of his time covering dog shows and grand openings, being too cowardly to actually try to cover any hardcore news stories. Still, he made enough of a pain of himself at channel six, that nobody really liked the sleazy little creep.
"Hmph! You hardly seem to be one to talk, given you never go out into the field!" The selfish yuppie in the pink shirt and suspenders scoffed. "Us real reporters are the only ones who know where the action is!"
"Just ignore him, Irma!" April sighed, as Vernon stormed out of the room. "C'mon, lets go get a a pizza from Vinnie's, okay?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Irma sighed. "Just let me go back to the lounge, and get my purse."
The sound technician stood up, and headed down the hallway, when she happened to pass Brune Tompson's office. Irma heard voices coming from inside, and couldn't help herself from listening in;
"I'm tellign yaz, Mister Tompson, yaz better lay off on the stories attackin' the Empire City mob!" A slightly oily voice hissed, with a slight hint of menace in his tone. "Don Turtelli wants yez ta have that April dame stick to covering fashion shows, ya hear?"
"Never, you odious slime ball! Channel six has always stood for bringing truth and integrity to the good people of Empire City!" She heard her boss, the middle-aged Brune Thompson declared angrily. "Back in my day, when Charles Pennington was the boss of Channel six, I was a beat reporter who helped bring down Tony Puzorelli and his criminal empire. And now, I'll be more than happy to help bring down your boss, and all of his cronies. Now, if you'll be so kind as to GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!"
The three mobsters then emerged from the door, and passed the surprised Irma. Looking over the three thugs, she recognized them from their photos in the channel six news archives; Baby Face Cleaver, Pinky McFingers, and Mugsy Mcguffin- cartoonish nicknames Channel Six had given them, to make the crooks sound ridiculous. The three gangsters, dressed in business suits and fedoras that looked like they came right out of an old gangster film, made their way down the opposite end of the hallway, until Pinky glared back at the sound technician.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Irma apologized, racing down the hall. "I was just going to get my purse, goodbye!"
"Boys, I think that dame might o' heard us back there." Pinky glared after her, pulling out a switchblade. "I'm afraid we're gonna hafta follow her... and put her on ice!"
...
April and Irma were approaching Vinnie's pizzeria, a fine establishment on the border between Chinatown and little Italy. The two were joking about the recent episode of the soap opera John and Marsha, and didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming up behind them. As they rounded the corner into a dark alley, the two women noticed Pinky and Cleaver approaching from the front, while Mugsy approached them from behind.
"Yeah, I totally think John is cheating on Marsha, and-" Irma suddenly stopped, looking up to see the three gangsters approaching. "-uh oh... April, I think we have company!"
"Hey there, dolls." The diminutive Cleaver greeted them, as he and Pinky pulled out their switchblades. "Heading over to Vinnie's for a nice cut?"
"Well, maybe we could help you goils." Mugsy continued, pulling out a billy club. "Sorry we gotta do this, but we need ta make sure your boss gets the message..."
Pinkie closed in on the two for the two, causing Irma to pick the surprised thug up, and flip him over her head.
"Hiiiiyaaaa!" Irma cried out, as Pinkie was sent flying into the garbage. "Don't mess with a girl who took Judo classes for self defense!"
"And I'm not defenseless, either!" April cried out, whipping out a can of mace, and spraying cleaver in the face. "Take that!"
"Ahhh, my eyes!" The thug cried out, stumbling backwards. "Why, you little-"
The three thugs all pulled out their guns, and April and Irma suddenly didn't so confident anymore. But as the gangsters closed in, a tekpi dagger went flying over to the nearby streetlight, shattering the bulb. The whole alleyway was bathed in darkness, as the thugs heard the sound of four bodies rushing up to them.
"Hey, what gives?"
"Look out!"
"They're everywhere!"
"Argah!"
POW! CRUNCH! BANG! THUD!
The two women heard the sounds of swift punching and kicking, accompanied by the terrified screams of the thugs as they took a terrible beating. They heard the sound of Pinkie and Mugsy hitting the ground, followed by the sound of Cleaver trying to run away, only to be knocked down by a pair of tabak being thrown at the back of his head.
"Whoa, dude!" A voice called out of the darkness. "I, like, totally nailed him!"
April fumbled around, trying to find the small flashlight in her purse. By the time she finally found it, she snapped the light on to find the three goons tied up, having been beaten senseless by their mysterious heroes. Just beyond the reach of the light, April and Irma saw four bulky figures standing in the shadows.
"You... I don't know you all of you are, but... thank you, for saving our lives," Irma stated gratefully. "Those creeps would've killed us if you hadn't come along."
"Don't worry about it." One of them replied, as the four shadowy figures bowed to the women. "It was just pure luck we were heading to Vinnie's for a pizza."
"Um, I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but..." April replied uncertainly. "... could you please step into the light, so we could see you."
"Ummmm, I'm not so sure that's really a good idea, dudette." Another one of the shapes responded. "My bros and I aren't exactly... normal."
"Hey, we're news people, we've seen plenty of weird." Irma laughed. "Please, if you could show yourselves, we promise we won't laugh."
"Okay, if you insist." A third voice sighed. "But no matter what you see, you have to promise not to scream."
The two women nodded, and the four figures emerged from the shadows... to reveal four tall, anthropomorphic turtles, all dressed in martial arts gear, and carrying weapons. The two women's eyes went wide, as they stared at the mutants in shock and horror.
"You... you're not human!" April cried out. "You're turtles!"
"Oh, we're dealin' with a real mind here." Raphael rolled his eyes.
"I-I can't handle this..." Irma muttered, staring in disbelief.
As the two sides stared at each other, April began to slowly reach for the Polaroid camera in her purse. Moving like lightning, the four turtles quickly vanished down a nearby manhole, without another word. It took the two women a moment to recover from their shock, before the reporter noticed they left the manhole cover off in their haste to depart.
"April, wait! Where are you going?!" Irma protested, as April jumped down the manhole after them. "What are you thinking, follow four green monsters into the sewers?!"
"Four big monsters who saved our lives! These guys could be superheroes, Like those Justice Force guys in the comic books you waste your time on!" April motioned for her friend to follow. "This could be the biggest scoop Empire City has ever seen!"
"But April, the Justice Force isn't real!" Irma moaned, before following April down the ladder. "Still, if they had turned out to be a handsome as Silver Sentry or Nobody under those masks, I wouldn't complain." The computer nerd thought aloud, geeking out. "Hmmm, I wonder if they have the power of Super speed, Like Zippy Lad, or the flight power of Raptarr! that would be really cool...!"
Irma and April struggled together, and pulled the sewer lid back into place, leaving the unconscious thugs tied up in the alley behind them.
...
"Greetings April O' Neal, and welcome to our humble home." Splinter greeted the reporter. "My students and I recognize you from your news program on television, and it is truly an honor to meet you in person."
"Aiiieeeee! It's a rat!" Irma cried out in terror. "It's a giant, talking rat!"
"Eeek! Loot out!" April cried. "It might be rabid!"
The reporter and her nerdy friend had tracked the turtles back to their lair, where the two encountered Master Splinter for the first time. After getting the two women calmed down, Splinter managed to tell them the story of how he and the turtles mutated.
"And that is how my students and I, all came to be as you see us now." The old sifu finished. "They now protect the city above from threats like the gangsters who attacked the two of you. Such is their role in the Tao."
"So, you mean to tell me, that the strange ooze in that canister managed to turn you all into... into mutants?" April uttered in disbelief. "But that's that's incredible!"
"You were right April, they really are super heroes!" Irma added excitedly. "They're a bunch of, like, teenage mutant ninja turtles!"
"Well, technically speaking, Miss Langstien, we're not exactly ninjas." Leonardo corrected. "In truth, we practice a form of Taoist Kung-fu, that-"
"Face it Leo; to most people, anyone who does any form of martial arts is considered a Ninja." Raph sighed. "I guess they've all just been watching too many martial arts flicks."
"Anyway, you guys are incredible!" April exclaimed, pulling out her camera. "When I report on you, you'll be the biggest story of the twentieth century!"
"Whoa, now just hold on there a minute!" Donatello protested. "If you put us on the six o' clock news, every scientist in the city will be down here, trying to capture and dissect us!"
"He's right, April! These guys saved our lives!" Irma agreed. "We can't just reveal them to the whole world!"
"Oh phooey! I guess your right, Irma!" April sighed. "But what an amazing scoop this would've made!"
The turtles and their two guests continued to talk, with the reptiles asking about the world above, and April and Irma pressing for details about their lives underground. Finally, as suppertime drew near, Raph and Mikey then went to retrieve a bunch of fresh pizzas from Vinnie's.
"Here we go, dudettes!" Michelangelo exclaimed, setting down several of the boxes. "Pepperoni and double cheese, go ahead and chow down!"
"Mmmmm! This is so good!" April exclaimed, helping herself to a slice. "How ironic, since we were going to grab a pizza at Vinnie's, anyway!"
"Now April, would you mind telling us why those gangsters were trying to kill you?" Leonardo asked, as he took a slice of pizza, too. "Did you witness them committing some kind of crime?"
"Actually, those goons worked for Don Turtelli. He's the big boss of the mafia here in Empire city." April O' Neal explained. "his mob has committed countless crimes, from theft, to murder, to extortion, to racketeering. Our boss has been trying to expose his criminal activities for years, and his goons attacked us because Irma overhead them threatening Mr. Tompson."
"So, it's another group of criminals causing suffering to the innocent, hm?" Leo, asked, polishing his sword. "We dealt with shredder and the foot when they were causing trouble for Empire City, perhaps it's time we look towards bringing down this Don Turtelli."
"What?! No way, Leo!" Raphael protested, standing up to face his brother. "These are mafiosi we're taking about here! With real guns! I've seen these guys on documentaries, and this ain't like knocking around a Kung-fu triad!"
"Raphael's right, Leonardo. These criminals are not like the Foot." Splinter agreed."In some ways, this Don Turtelli will be a far more dangerous foe than the shredder ever was. But we cannot seek out a confrontation with this enemy, it is the way of the Tao to only seek confrontation for defense."
"But taking these villains out would be defending the city, Master Splinter. Just like taking the foot out prevented them from hurting more people." Leo scowled. "As I am a practitioner of Youxia, the code of Junzi demands I prevent these villains from harming the innocent!"
"There you go with that Chinese knight and chivalry crud again!" Raph snapped, getting in his face. "Look, I wanna help too, Leo, but I don't wanna get us killed!"
"Wow, Irma was right, you guys really are like super heroes, protecting the weak and all." April smiled, shaking her head. "Maybe you can help this city, it certainly needs all the help it can get."
"And maybe we can help each other out too, Miss O' Neal." Leo explained. "We plan to protect this city from criminals, and our exploits could give you lots of fodder for news stories... provided you leave us out of your reports."
"Hey yeah, Leo's right!" Raph agreed, realizing where his brother was going with this. "And you can help us by getting into places we can't go,. and getting us info we can't get!"
"No, my students! You must not!" Splinter protested. "You cannot endanger Miss O' Neal's life with the dangerous lives you lead!"
"Actually Splinter, this could work out really, really well." April replied, a smile slowly spreading across her face. "Guys, I think this might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship..."
Meanwhile, Irma had followed Michelangelo and Donatello back to the living room, where Mikey was asking about April.
"So like, why is that dudette so obsessed with her news stories and journalism?" The surfer turtle asked, kicking back in an easy chair. "She seems a little high strung."
"Oh, April's always been like that, ever since she was a little girl." Irma replied with a laugh, reclining in an old tire swing hanging in the middle of the room. "Her mom and dad were killed in a car accident when she was little, and she was raised by her uncle August O' Neal, and Aunt Agatha 'Marbles' O' Neal. The two were adventurers, and always pushed April to do her best, and it kinda made her a bit of an overachiever."
"And what about you, Irma Langstien?" Donatello asked, relaxing on the couch. "What's your story?"
"What's there to say? Grew up in a super-conservative home with strict parents, I attended weekly synagogue, and I have a train wreck of a love life." Irma laughed. "The only thing I do for fun is tinker with electronics, and read read Justice Force comics."
When she said that last sentence, both turtles suddenly perked up.
"Whoah, dudette! You read Justice force?" Mikey exclaimed. "That's sooo awesome! Have you seen the issue where Dr. Dome uses his insecticide ray to try and kill Bugman and Chrysalis? Or the one where Electrozapper was short-circuited by the awesome waves of Tsunami?"
"Yeah, I have both of those issues." Irma replied with a giggle, giving Mikey a high five. "Always cool to meet another comic book nerd."
"And you said you tinkered with electronics?" Donnie asked hopefully. "Maybe you could help me in my lab?"
"Sure, I'd be happy to." Irma replied. "You an inventor, Donatello?"
"Well, I'm really good at tinkering with stuff, but I haven't invented anything yet." He admitted. "I just learned basic science and electronics from PBS programs programs, and how-to books people dropped threw away. Oh, and I studied engineering at Dr. Philo Sopho's engineering correspondence school." He smirked. "I usually repair the lair's electronic appliances back in my lab."
"Really? Well, I studied electrical engineering at Sopho university in person; the professor is a bald, lecherous creep, let me tell you." Irma gestured towards the hallway. "C'mon, why don't you show me your lab, and we can compare notes."
"Ohhh, and I'll come along, and we can compare comics!" Mikey added eagerly. "I never get to talk about this stuff with my bros!"
"Sounds like fun." Irma added, as the three made their way to Donnie's lab.
...
As the sun set over Empire city, an important meeting was about to take place down by the docks. Several small motor boats made their way out into the harbor, pulling up to a large yacht anchored just outside territorial waters. The mobsters aboard the vessels climbed up the ladder, and onto the yacht, gathering at the request of their boss.
As his men helped him up the ladder, the mob boss known as 'Big' Louie Calabria was looking at the arrival of the caporegime- the mob lieutenants who were responsible for running the city's various underworld operations. They had all gathered here for a special meeting at the don's request, for a very special meeting the regarding recent events in the city.
As they all filed into the yacht's large meeting room, each mafiosi sat down at the boardroom table, one by one. First was Tony "The Butcher" Vivaldi, the owner of the nightclub the meat rack, and head of all the city's protection rackets. Next to him sat Wolf Jackson, the overlord of the the mob's gambling dens in the city. And on the opposite side of the table, sat Angus "Mad Dog" McMutt, a Scottish mobster who married into the mob. All of these mobsters sat patiently, drinking the martinis they had been served, while awaiting the boss they all served.
It was only a short time, before Rudolfo Turtelli- Don of the Empire City mob- came strolling into the room, a beautiful blonde on each arm. The man towered over the table, his dark suit, long coat, and fedora making him look like some kind of executioner. Motioning for the two voluptuous women to leave, Don Turtelli took his seat at the head of the table, and called the meeting to order.
"As youse all may know, there has been some unfortunate events have occurred recently in our fair city." The Don explained, playing with a feather he pulled out of his coat. "First, a group of kung-fu vigilantes managed to destroy the Foot Clan triad's dojo, eliminating our allies in Chinatown."
"I hoid about dat incident from some informants in Chinatown." Tony Vivaldi replied. "Dey say it was some kinda toitle monsters and a rat guy."
"Then, we received woid some nut in a hockey mask has popped up in purple dragon territory, and has been murdering gang members in gruesome and violent ways." The Don slammed his fist onto the table. "Now, three mooks I sent to ruff up that Thompson guy at channel six got beat up by those toitle freaks! We cannot let this challenge to our authority go unanswered!"
"So, what are we gonna do?" Wolf Jackson asked, drumming his fingers on the table. "How are we gonna find the four turtles, or that nut with the golf clubs and baseball bats?"
Listening to the others mobsters talk, the wheels in Big Louie's head began to turn. For years now, he had served as Consigliere- the right hand man to Don Turtelli, who had replaced Antonio Puzorelli as head of the Empire city mafia. Big Louie had watched Turtelli run this organization into the ground; choosing white collar crime that turned a small profit over more brutal crimes that could turn a larger profit. Turtelli was the mockery of all the other mob Dons in all the major cities; they called him Don 'the tickler' Turtelli in mockery of his weakness. The other bosses in the city were ready for a change, and maybe he was just the thug to make change happen...
"Boss, we cannot let dese challenges to to us and our triad and street gang allies go unanswered!" Big Louie spoke up. "I says we gotta lure these toitles out in the open, and rub em out! And you gotta be the one to do it!"
"What?!" Don Turtelli demanded. "ME?! Empire City's boss of bosses?! Louie, are you outta your mind?!"
"Many here in Empire city are questioning you, boss." The Consigliere stood up. "Dey claim Don Turtelli is going soft. Youse gotta prove you still got the moxie, and are still worthy of leadin dis mob!"
Turtelli glared at Big Louie; this snot nose punk you used to follow him around Empire City's Italian neighborhood when they were kids, doing all of Turtelli's dirty work for him. Big Louie had come up through the mafia ranks as Turtelli's, right-hand man, but he had failed to hide his ambition for the top spot. The Don knew very well his Consigliere wanted his position, but he knew of know way to back down from the challenge without losing face in front of all of his gathered lieutenants and enforcers.
"Very well, Louie... I shall deal wit dese toitles myself!" Turtelli declared, slamming his fist so hard on the table, that it broke. "Tony, give me about ten of your boys... I'm gonna go old school mob, and hold an old fashioned heist to flush these wretched reptiles outta their holes!"
...
The Empire City museum of natural history was alive with activity, as the middle of the day saw school groups and and families were looking at all of the displays. Among the newest of these exhibits was the Turtellini Emerald, a fine gemstone on loan from the Turtellini gemstone collection, which had garnered a great deal of attention since it's arrival a few weeks ago. Security on the gemstone was extremely tight, with the museum staff extremely nervous about the possibility on the theft of the gemstone.
Still, few people paid attention when several individuals in three-piece-suits and fedoras came in one by one, taking positions at different points in the museum. And as the museum closed for the day, an employee approached one of the fancy-dressed gentleman.
"Ummm, excuse me, sir?" He tapped the suited man on the shoulder. "I'm sorry to bother you, but it's closing time."
"That's just what I wanted ta hear!" The thug pulled out a pistol, as the others gangsters pulled out their weapons. "Okay, nobody move! This is a stickup!"
"Look out! He's got a gun!"
"Aieeeeee!"
The few remaining museum patrons put their hands in the air, as the gangsters rounded them all up into a circle. Don Turtelli then approached the glass case, smashing it open with his fist, and taking the emerald.
"Hey, boss! Is this exactly a good idea?" One of the thugs asked. Stealing the emerald in broad daylight, unmasked, with all these witnesses and security cameras?"
"Don't be an idiot, dis gemstone belongs to my family! We're the ones paying for this exhibit!" Turtelli laughed, as he opened a large trunk the gangsters have left just outside the museum door, and began to pass out the Tommy guns to his thugs. "After we ice those toitles, I'll just pay the right people off, and claim this was all a publicity stunt!"
It wasn't long before the police and news media had gathered outside, and one reporter in particular was ahead of the others.
"This is April O' Neal, for Channel six news, reporting to you live from the Empire city museum." The reporter told the camera. "Inside, a bunch of fiendish gangsters are attempting to steal the Turtellini Emerald..."
Even as April spoke, the four turtles were racing their way across the rooftops, landing on top of the museum. As Donnie fiddled with the skylight window, Mikey wouldn't stop going on and on about the time they had spent with Irma.
"Dudes! You so totally won't believe what Donnie and Irma are planning!" Mikey exclaimed excitedly. "They're gonna make us these cool little walkie-talkie thingies, and they've even got plans to rebuild an old VW bus her dad owned in the 60's, into a real party wagon for us!"
"Not now, Mikey!" Raph snapped angrily. "We gotta get in there, and take those thugs out, before they can hurt anyone!"
"Would you two be quiet, please? I'm trying to work here!" Donnie snapped. After a few minutes, the turtles heard a soft click, and he opened the skylight window. "Okay guys, we're in!"
"Everybody stay cautious." Leo warned, as the four turtles attached the grappling hooks April and Irma had given them. "We're lucky April was able to tell us about this heist first, let's make sure we can get in and take those thugs down before the cops do."
But the moment the four turtles feet touched the floor, eleven gangsters came pouring into the room, pointing their weapons at the four mutants.
"Oh, shell!" Raphael exclaimed. "They found us!"
"It's the toitles!" Don Turtelli exclaimed. "Waste em!"
The gangsters all opened fire, sending a hailstorm of bullets at the turtles. The four heroes each ducked and covered behind some of the exhibits, turning their shells towards the gunfire. The bullets nicked and scratched at their back shells, sending small chipped bits of turtle shell flying everywhere.
"Hey, they can't get though our shells!" Donnie laughed. "We're bulletproof!"
"No, our shells are bulletproof, we're sitting ducks!" Raph snapped. "Oh, really good strategy you had here, fearless leader! Getting us pinned down like sitting ducks!"
"Oh, back off, Raph!" Leo snapped at his sarcastic brothers. "Everybody, wait until they change clips, then jump em'!"
The gangsters continued to bury the turtles beneath a hail of bullets, until their gun magazines clicked empty. The four turtles jumped out from hiding and directly attacked the thugs.
"Hiiii-ya!" Leonardo somersaulted towards two of the gangsters, slicing off the tops of their guns with his swords. "Guns are for cowards!"
"Hey!" One of them cried out.
"Hah!" Mikey twirled his tabaks, wrapping the chain and handles around the gangster's guns, and pulling the weapons out of their hands. "Heads up, dudes!"
"Why you little-!" Another gangster yelled.
Two more thugs finally got their weapons reloaded, and got ready to fire. Raphael quickly threw his two tekpi right into the barrels of the Tommy guns as the gangsters opened fire, causing the two weapons to explode in their hands.
"AGRAHHHHHHH!" The two thugs cried out, as they were knocked to the ground.
"Thugs may fight with bullets..." Donnie exclaimed, swinging his staff around in a circle, knocking three more of the gangsters off their feet. "...but turtles fight with honor!"
"You mooks! You're getting your tails kicked by a bunch a tortoises!" Turtelli yelled angrily. "Ice these deadbeats!"
"Turtles, he's the boss!" Leo called out, pointing at Turtelli. "I think we found our one safe spot!"
The four turtles jumped in front of the surprised Don Turtelli, as the remaining gangsters trailed their guns on the reptile quartet.
"No, you idiots!" The terrified Turtelli raised his arms in protest. "Don't shoot, you'll hit-!"
The turtles jumped out of the way, just as the gangsters opened fire. The shower of bullets riddled the body of Don Turtelli, riddling his body with bullets, and splattering blood everywhere.
"AGRAGHHHHHHH!" Turtelli cried out, as he dropped over on the floor, dead.
"Boss!" One of the thugs cried out. "We-we iced the boss! Let's get outta here!"
They all stood there in shock for a few moments, before everyone turned and fled. The turtles fled back up through the skylight and disappeared, while the gangsters fled out the front door, straight into the arms of the police. All of the people who had been inside of the museum when the gangsters attacked were found safe and sound, and the Turtellini Emerald was found on the Don corpse. Irma and Donatello had managed to get in and erase all the surveillance footage, so the authorities weren't even aware the turtles had been there.
The four turtles made their way to a nearby manhole, jumping off the rooftop, and returning to the sewers.
"I can't believe it..." Donnie muttered in disbelief, shaking his head. "Those dudes killed their own boss... how could they do that?"
"It's not our fault, Mikey." Donatello reassured him. "They are the ones who chose to fire those guns at their boss, not us."
"You and Splinter were right, Raph. This attack was a total disaster." Leo sighed, looking over towards his hotheaded brother. "I should have listened to you."
"'Bout time you realized that, ya mook." Raph replied, motioning down the sewer tunnel. "Now come on, April and Irma are probably waiting for us back at the lair!"
...
"With Don Turtelli's untimely passing, the organization is pleased ta name you boss of the Empire city mob." Tony 'The Butcher' Vivaldi kissed Big Louie's signet ring. "I salute you, Don Calabria."
"Tanks, Vivaldi, but I don't tink I'll be takin' the title of don." Louie struck a match, lighting up the stogie in his mouth. "Dat title is too small for how big I plan ta make dis mob, so's ya can just keep callin' me Big Louie."
"Whatever you say, boss." Vivaldi replied, lowering his head in respect again. "All hail Big Louie!"
After he and Vivaldi had finished speaking, 'the butcher' took his leave. After Big Louie was alone, a figure in bladed armor and metal mask emerged from the shadows.
"Hello, Big Louie." The masked figure greeted him, standing over the mobster. "I trust all went according to plan?"
"Everything went just as you planned, Master Shredder." Big Louie smiled. "I goaded Turtelli into attacking the toitles himself, and his own goons put him on ice!"
"And now we are in control of the Empire city mob, partner." The shredder replied, crossing his arms. "And do you have a location that fits my needs?"
"I have just the place fer yer new headquarters; The abandoned hall of science pavilion from the world's fair a few decades back." Big Louie handed him an old brochure. "It's still in good shape, and nobody ever goes there. It'll be a perfect place for y u to rebuild the foot clan."
"Excellent! I then leave the Empire city mob under your control... for now." Shredder walked over, and opened the widow. "I shall be in touch with you, when I have further use of your services."
"Wait, Shredder... there's just one more thing." A curious Big Louie asked. "Why don't we just ice them toitles, and get 'em outta da way? It'd be easy!"
"Because I want those turtles to suffer, painfully and slowly." The shredder replied coldly, vanishing out though the open window, as he leapt away from Big Louie's office. "I plan to kill them slowly, slowly savoring my revenge for as long as possible!"
As he departed, the air was filled by shredder's laughter... a sound the chilled Big Louie to the bone.