Holy shit, holy shit, holy shi- "Hey..." Sam's mind faltered a little bit as she looked towards Pat who was now standing at the door of the room that she'd just more or less shoved her into. Ready to leave apparently. Where as she had to stay there, in the freaky hotel room with the beige walls and the red cotton sheets... Completely terrified of what may happen next. She opened her mouth to reply, but it was too dry to so much as form a single syllable. Which was probably for the better since Sam now felt that need to burst into tears again.

"Kid, it's okay to be scared." Pat sighed after a moment or so of staring at her before going on to say. "After all, most girl's in the biz never know from one day to the next if we'll make it out alive-" Now there's a lovely thought to put into a newbies head, Sam thought almost hysterically though she wisely kept her silence. "But you'll be okay. The guys coming... They really are nice. If at any point you feel you cant go though with this just say so and they'll leave you alone."

Pat stood there for a moment or so longer, when Sam finally realized that she was looking for some sort of confirmation that she had heard her and flashed her what she hoped wasn't a totally freaked out half smile. Complete with a set of shaky thumbs up before Pat disappeared out of the room and left her alone.

Alone with silly beige walls and red cotton sheets that she was going to wind up dirtying with several unknown guys.

But most of all, she was left alone with her thoughts of horrors to come.

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The moment that Pat shut the kid up in the hotel room, her cell chimed with a text from the four that she'd be setting up with the new girl tonight. There had been a slight change in plans. And they would be arriving in less than five minutes. She sighed again and wanted to text and ask whichever had sent her the message what had happened, but knew that it was pointless to do so.

The four made it a point to speak to no one of their nightly activities.

Not since they were what they were. Among other things.

The people of New York called them the vigilantes. Hero's. Villain's. Whatever they were- Pat didn't care much about the media or it's propaganda. She knew who the four were, what they were...

She had known them for a few years. Ever since their late teens when she had been attacked while walking home one night and they had saved her. She'd known then how special they were. And that didn't bother her. She'd grown up believing that a friend was a friend regardless of outward appearances.

Another text chimed on her phone and she glanced down at it and noted that it said they had some wine coolers and beer to share with whoever she had for them tonight- And she quickly glanced back towards the kid's room and frowned. Wondering if it would be wise of them to share alcohol with a minor.

Granted she wasn't totally sure that the kid was a minor in her late teens or early twenties. But she did get the feeling that she was a minor nevertheless.

But then given the situation the kid was currently in, as well as the fact that she'd be taking on four guys hung like horses... Well maybe a few drinks would be fine since the girl hadn't seemed all that relaxed. And she would need to be relaxed inevitably or she would only wind up getting hurt.

Texting the other back, she let them know that drinks would be fine, but she had a new girl lined up for them who was unfamiliar with protocol and didn't know if she would be able to relax without at least a few wine coolers in her. She would leave it up to the doctor of the group to access the situation more upon meeting the girl. And see what he thought of the matter.

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Don looked down at the text he got back from Pat, finding it just a little bit odd that she had even bothered to text them back when- after going over the text- he figured out why and made a low humming sound. So she was introducing them to a new girl.

Interesting. Especially since the last one hadn't taken to them very well. She'd caught one glimpse of green skin (purely by accident?) and had freaked out on them thinking that they were aliens.

So they had sat her down and tried to tell her about their origins. They hadn't really wanted too, but it seemed the most logical choice for the moment to calm her down. However that had blown up in their faces and as she tried to run into the night screaming... Don had used his latest invention to give her body such a painful shock that it had somehow wiped her memory clean of them and their presence.

Once that was done, he had then taken a few minutes to check her vitals and make sure that he hadn't accidentally killed her. And then after making her comfortable and calling an ambulance to come and pick her up- laid out the money that she had earned that night plus an extra nine thousand or so for medical expenses. Just in case.

After all it had only seemed right given the fact that they were more or less indirectly responsible for her freaking out to begin with.

Shifting over side ways in his seat a little bit, Raph glanced down at the screen and quickly read the text before Don could hide or delete it and made a low sound that was part growl and part...well, it was hard to say with Raph. He usually had one emotional setting. And right now it was cranked up all the way to the highest level of agitation any of them had ever seen before.

And that was including their earlier years as kids, fighting the foot and so on.

But then after the night they'd just had- who could blame him for being so high strung emotionally. But then at this exact moment in time- all of them were strung out pretty bad.

It had been a crappy night for them.

Foiling four attempted rapes, nine muggings, two shootings, five knifings, a few gang fights, taking out a couple of gangs selling a new drug on the streets. A deaf woman and her kid had been attacked- both had been killed by some unknown assailant before they had been able to reach them. Even now the sight of the two freshly killed bodies were etched into their minds.

The woman's throat had been slit. Killing her almost instantly. And her daughter, whom had been about eight or nine by the looks of her, had tried to run but had been caught- and dragged behind a dumpster where her attacker had then murdered and mutilated her little body. Painting it red with her blood.

They had done the best that they could for the two- given the circumstances. They couldn't move the bodies, but they did call the cops and tell them where the two could be found. Then they had sat for almost three hours on one of the rooftops above while the police and the others authorities had worked. Hoping that somebody below would say something about the two that had died tonight, or perhaps the way the had been killed so that they themselves could look into it.

And after that hadn't panned out- they spent another hour or so after the authorities had finally left, looking around, and had found nothing to lead them to the murderers. Soon after, they had left the area and decided that before they went home to their ailing father- that they would unwind.

"So Pat's got a new gal for us to try getting along with... Wonder what she's going to be like." Raph finally said after what seemed like forever. Mikey turned his head to look at them from his seat, but then turned his head back around to face the window. Not really interested one way or another in the conversation at the moment. Not that Don really blamed him any at the moment.

He'd liven back up in a little bit after he got some alcohol in him.

The battle shell pulled into the familiar parking lot of the red light district's most infamous hotel, and came to a stop in the most shadowy area where each of them quickly filed out of their vehicle only after grabbing their long coats, hats, gloves, and so on. Pat waved them over as Raph grabbed the booze from the back and slammed the door closed while the rest walked over to the woman.

"Hey fella's. Rough night?" Pat asked out of politeness more than curiosity. They knew that, still they wished for a moment that she had simply hadn't bothered to ask. Because asking brought up all those non existent warm and fuzzy feelings they had at the moment. So she didn't seem offended when they didn't reply like usual. "Okay, movin on." She said as she gave them a quick run down of the new girl and her 'situation' along with what info she had gathered from the gal before she had put her in their usual room to wait for them...