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CHAPTER TWO
The next day, Donnie and Leo joined Master Splinter in the kitchen. Everyone was quiet, and they all had red eyes. Donatello looked especially tired.
"Donnie, you've been sleepwalking again," Leo pointed out.
"No I haven't," Donnie denied.
"It is alright, my Son," said Splinter, "We all know that you sleepwalk. I am surprised Michelangelo has not yet pulled out the video camera."
"Speaking of which, where is Mikey?" asked Leo, "He should be up by now."
"Your brother is not at home, Leonardo," said Master Splinter softly.
Leo and Don looked at their Sensei, confused.
"You mean he...left?" Donnie asked.
"We need to allow him this time alone," said Splinter, "But we must not neglect ourselves. We will begin practice within five minutes."
The last remaining turtles turned back to slowly finish their meager breakfast.
It had taken hours, but Michelangelo had finally tracked them down. The Purple Dragons. If anyone knew where Raph was, it would be them. After all, they were the one place that the Turtles hadn't looked.
After learning the name of the leader who had been in charge of the Purple Dragon boats that had been firing on them that day, Mikey had decided to track him down. And, while it seemed that the leader wasn't in this particular building, something big was definitely going on.
Mikey stuck to the shadows on the ceiling as he made his way down the hall, listening to the two people casually walking below him.
"He's still under quarantine in that room," said the man, pointing down the hallway, "We're still trying to figure out what happened."
"Once we can duplicate it, we can bring our enemies to our knees."
"Have we made any progress?" The man asked.
"Negative," said the other, a woman, "He just keeps asking for crayons."
Mikey stopped, his hands and feet still clinging to the ceiling.
Crayons?
Who asks for crayons?
"I'm going to have another crack at him," said the woman, "Aside from getting him to sit still for the tests, the higher-ups want to know a few things about the people he used to work with."
"What can he tell us now?" asked the man.
"You'd be surprised," the woman smiled.
"Um, here," said the man, "You might want these."
"Disinfectant?" the woman scoffed, "He's not sick, Buster."
"Isn't he in quarantine?" the man asked.
"Yeah, but that's to keep 'im a secret," said the woman, "He's not radioactive anymore; the radiation wore off weeks ago. I still wonder how he could have fallen directly into that reactor, but then again, our suppliers had to run the submarines with something. Come on, let's get this over with."
Mikey processed this information. He needed to check out this prisoner. He might be Raphael. But he also needed to find out what was going on. This prisoner had some kind of injury that they wanted to reproduce for their enemies. Something that wasn't just contagious. What could that be?
Mikey slowly made his way down the hallway.
"Good luck," said the man, waving to the woman as she used a keycard to unlock the door to the quarantined room, "He sure is a feisty one."
"Heh, I'm good with kids," said the woman as she waved back, oblivious to the fact that a giant turtle on the ceiling was sneaking into the room through the door that she held open.
Kids? Mikey wondered. She probably meant that as a slang word for 'teenagers'.
As soon as she was inside and the door was closed, Mikey carefully knocked her out. He then turned around to see that he was in a lit entryway. There was a closed door in front of him.
What could be beyond that door? The prisoner? Where there also guards?
Mikey took a step forward and twisted the doorknob. To his surprise, it opened. Apparently, the Purple Dragons trusted their building security system to guard this room.
Heh. He had to smile at that one.
Mikey peeked inside without opening the door all the way. He could see that the room was huge, and it held an unmade bed, some toys, paper with little drawings on them-many of which were taped onto the pure white walls-and a few open children's books.
So the prisoner was a kid. A really young kid.
Mikey felt his blood boil. How dare the Purple Dragons use a kid to create some kind of weapon! He quickly jerked the door all the way open, fully intent on finding the kid in the room and taking him out of here. He startled the only occupant of the room, but Mikey was by far the more startled of the two.
The kid quickly recovered, and stopped coloring for a second.
"You're new," he said, "Hey, you're a turtle, just like me! Didja know ya have an orange mask like my brother Mikey?"
Mikey stared at the turtle kid who sported a red mask, a miniature version of his older brother.
"R-Raphael?" he asked, incredulously, his hand still on the doorknob.
The kid frowned. "How do ya know my name?" he asked, "I didn't introduce m'self yet."
Mikey gulped. The weirdness meter had just hit an all-time high level.
And this coming from a teenage, mutant Ninja that happened to be a giant turtle.
