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Chapter 3: Black tiles

Finn listened to the door carefully, hoping to hear what was wrong from the soldiers that were no doubt, scrambling around outside. But the damn alarm just kept going on. And on. And ON.

Another minute had passed, and while Finn was devising a plan to kill the alarm after it had done its work, his door opened. A solider walked in as soon as the door open, and addressed the black clad turtle. " T9142, you are ordered to come with me, immanentl-" The solider never had a chance to finished his shouted out sentence, for Finn had already flipped over his head. He then whipped around to the bewildered man, only to kick him in to his room, the metal door shutting behind him. Finn smirked. 'Now to find the source of the alarm,' He thought. He started to walk away, but he heard the crackle of a radio behind him.

He picked up the locked up soldiers radio, listening to the message, which was somehow audible over the stupid alarm. 'Bishop requires backup to Lab. 7, repeat Backup to Lab. 7!' Finn dropped the radio, and raced over to Lab 7.

Finn sneaked around another corner, trying to stay out of sight of any personal, while heading towards the labs. While majority of the base knew about Finns existence, few had actually SEEN him. And he would rather prefer not to have another 'Scream/Faint' moment during this mission.

He found himself in front of the door to Lab 7.. He quickly started punching in numbers into the keypad, before a sound of a cocking gun sounded to his left. He glanced at the corner of his eye, counting the six soldiers all wielding weapons of the gun category. One shouted somthing at him, but the alarm was blaring so loudly his voice was drown out, therefor absolutly deaf to Finn. Finn shrugged, figuring the soldiers were here to help with backup, and turned back to the keypad...

And then the sound of bullets roared over the alarm.

Finn was instantly in action, ducking, flipping and twisting out of the way, the instant the sound had reached him. He had no idea what the hell was wrong with this batch of soldiers, but he had zero time for them. His father needed his assistance, and he was going to deliver.

Suddenly, he felt a white hot pain in his right thigh. He stumbled, leaning against the wall. The soldiers had stopped firing, and one of them was shouting in concerned at him, but he couldn't hear him. He placed his Hand over the area of hurt, and pulled his hand away wet.

He would have stood there in shock longer, but the door to Lab 7. was nearly slammed off its hinges. Finn jerked his head up. He was injured, and right now the base was Turning into a battle zone. Ignoring the soldiers, he turned and did the only logical thing he could think of at the time.

He ran towards the exit.

About an hour later, Finn had collapsed in an abandoned warehouse along the Hudson. He was attempting to stop the bleeding, but lack of medical equipment was not helping. 'Idiot!' He thought. 'No wonder they shot at me! Without all the equipment I usually wear, I looked just like... Them.'

Them. Those turtles. Gone was his childish curiosity, and hello to his rage. Those others had attacked his father, attacked the base! Finn needed to get his leg healed, soon, so he could go after them.

He forced himself to stand up,ignoring the pain that, had it not been for his training, would have had him screaming in pain. He needed to get back to base, back to defending the facility.

He thought how he could get back to base, preferably undetected, like his Father would want. That's when he remembered the underwater entrance. True, it was pretty heavily guarded, but he was pretty sure he could sneak in. The problem was how to get there. He wasn't stupid enough to take the streets. Civilians or the Tricaratons would be on him in a second. Only one option.

Down to the sewers.

Finn wasn't going to make it. His makeshift bandage had fallen off thirty two yards back, and the bleeding had hardly stopped. He stumbled over the wall of the sewer, panting heavily while trying to ignore the darkness on the edge of his vision. Finn tried to walk further on, but the bullet wound was snapping at his energy. He slid down onto the ground. "Stay... Awake, f-Finn."
He muttered to himself. Finally, the darkness on the edge of his vision took over, and he slumped down onto the sewer floor.

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