I don't know how I didn't think of it before we got down to the room, but turns out, bullet proof vests don't fit very well when you have a shell.

"They have to have something." I turned to Bishop, concerned. Wouldn't do much good if they got hit first day. He just shrugged and smiled. The counting wasn't helping much anymore. I turned back to the boys. Michelangelo had gotten his around his shell and was breathing in to zip it up.

"Like a corset!" He beamed at his brothers who just stared at him with confusion and irritation.

"Wait!" I threw up a hand. Watching him had given me an idea. "Wear two. One like Michelangelo has on now, and one facing backwards."

I walked up and grabbed a second one and walked towards Michelangelo. "Hold your arms out." He obeyed, and I slipped it over him, having it cover his plastron. He winked at me. I frowned.

"I like you dressing me up." He flirted. I jumped backwards into Leonardo who was scowling at his brother.

"Edging on sexual harassment, Mikey." He chided. He looked down at me. "He means no harm. But it's still inappropriate."

I nodded shyly, and turned to see Raphael putting on his vests like I had demonstrated. He was somewhat larger so he looked even stiffer that Mikey. "How are we s'pposed to move around like this?"

"It won't matter too much." I noted. "Part of your job will be to scout close targets for me. I do better spotting further threats. So my test is also practice. I'm going to go blinded, and you're each going to take turns telling me where to shoot. You'll measure based on a clock." I motioned for them to come closer which they did. I portrayed the watch on my wrist. "Like this. We are always at the center, and our targets are located around us at each time stamp. Sounds simple enough, but I want it down to the minute." I slowly turned my watch from 10:30 to 10:00. "See how the hour hand still moves? So if you say ten thirty, I'll shoot right between ten and eleven. So accuracy in your scouting skills is key."

"We're just scouts?" Raphael seemed slightly offended.

I shook my head. "I need you because not just for scouting, but hand-to-hand combat. My specialty is guns. But in a situation where allies are mixed in with the threats, a handgun poses more danger than help. You'll be a scout and a guard. I'm testing you on scouting because I need an extreme special ability on that one whereas beating people up, I don't care as much how you do it as long as you can punch one out."

"Now we're talking." Raphael smiled widely and cracked his knuckles. He might be growing on me.

"To clarify, for Karen as well," Bishop spoke up, "We've designed this training room to be in a circle with targets that will move. The speed can be adjusted. They also will measure to my tablet whether they hit and where. The program can do statistics on hit-miss percentage and accuracy on each hit."

"Perfect." I turned to them. "I'm not arrogant, but I don't miss. So any miss is on your account."

They nodded as I pulled a pair of sunglasses out of my back pocket. I got to wear jeans today, thank god. "These, will completely block my vision so there is no part on my instinct, only your command. The only thing left is to decide who goes first."

"These are not the results I expected at all." I murmured as I rubbed my chin. Bishop held out the tablet in front of me. We were in the supply room while the boys waited in the training room. The mission was in two days so a decision was going to happen as soon as possible. "Based on their personalities, I know that sounds ridiculous, but I at least expected Leonardo to be the last one I disqualified if at all."

"Yeah, that surprised me too, actually. And I've fought them a couple times." Bishop shrugged, but seemed indifferent.

"You fought them?"

"Yeah, but that's not the point. The point is, Leonardo is out." He flicked his finger across the screen, swiping Leonardo's stats off the screen. The other two expanded to make easy comparison between Michelangelo and Raphael.

"Michelangelo had a lower hit rate, but was more accurate when there was a hit. And the hit rate isn't significantly lower." I hummed, thinking out loud. "But Raphael wasn't significantly less accurate either, its a fraction of a difference on both."

"Remember, I don't have all day." Bishop sighed and I felt myself bristle a bit in irritation.

"Just a minute more. In the mission, an actual hit matters more. As long as we can disable them or knock them off course, it's a benefit. I would rather hit more and kill less than hit less and kill more. And I think I'd prefer Raphael's personality to Michelangelo." I sighed, with exasperation. It wasn't just the flirting, he seemed too...bright. And cheery. Those are the kinds of clients I always have backing out at the last second. I tend to turn people like that down. And I would feel a bit of remorse if he came out all twisted and emotionally scarred.

"So you'll take Raphael then." He locked the tablet screen and looked down at me through his sunglasses. God dammit. Did this man ever take those things off other than to clean them?

"Yes, I think he's the best choice."

"Great! I'll let them know and be on my way. Be prepared to leave tomorrow so we can have you in Venezuela by the next day. Not a long flight, but a bit of a drive to the pick up location. Be in the lobby by nine p.m. sharp."

I nodded. "Should I go in too?"

"Well, yeah, sure." He seemed like he wanted me gone as soon as possible, but I was going to stick around to tell them whether he liked it or not.

Bishop opened the door and the boys looked up. Raphael was taking pictures of the targets with his phone while Leonardo sat calmly on a chair and Michelangelo paced around the room. Without hesitation, Bishop flatly said, "We'll be taking Raphael on the trip."

Raphael grinned and pointed at Leonardo. "EAT SHIT!"

Leonardo rolled his eyes as he stood up. Michelangelo looked a bit defeated, but shrugged and patted Raphael's shell. "Have fun getting eaten by mosquitos."

"Yer just jealous." Raphael sneered before Leonardo pinched them both. Raphael snorted but looked over at me. "When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow." Bishop gave Raphael the same speech as he did me about where to be.

"You got a packing list or somethin?" Raphael asked, looking a bit taken aback. I took it that Bishop didn't tell them where this place was.

"No." Bishop scowled.

"I'll send you one." I offered. I pulled out my phone. "Give me your number, I'll text you what I have listed for out of country missions."

"You do this a lot, don't you?" Raphael asked curiously, opening his phone. We traded and I put my phone number in his before he handed me back his phone.

"Yeah, but that's not any concern." I said, suddenly short. "I'll text you later. But, I got to go. Still got a lot to get done. I'll see you tomorrow."

I nodded to Bishop who wasn't even looking at me. As the doors to the elevator closed behind me, I heard Michelangelo teasing Raphael about having a girls phone number followed by Raphael cursing and threatening. It almost made me feel nostalgic. Almost.