Angel: Don't worry, guys, Amy's normal outfit will appear soon.
The sun rises next morning as April finally comes back to New York with the statue she was instructed to retrieve. It's lowered onto the ship and the worker lets it land roughly.
"Hey, careful! Those aren't souvenirs!" April yells at him.
"Sorry about that, ma'am," He apologizes to her.
When she gets off the ship, she looks around, but there is no sign of her boyfriend, the one and only Casey Jones. She rolls her eyes.
"Where are you, Casey?" She murmurs, pulling out her phone and dialing him. She puts it to her ear. "Come on, come on, pick up. Don't do this to me again. Not now," She begs to herself.
"Casey can't come to the phone right now because we're hardly working," Casey's machine plays out until the man answers it himself.
"This better be good," He remarks groggily, knocking over some things.
"Casey, I am standing on the dock with a priceless statue and no delivery truck. So my question is, where are you?" April demands and he looks at his watch in realization. He looks around nervously as he's late...again.
"April. Hey, babe. I am so sorry. I set the alarm clock, but..." He takes the alarm clock that was supposed to go off and steps on it. "It's broken, the clock," He damages it some more, hoping that she would fall for it.
"It's bad enough that you're out every night playing vigilante, but we've got a deadline to meet," April grumbles, crossing her arms. She knew right away that he stayed up taking care of criminals again, it was his nightly routine.
"I'm sorry," He sighs and then he remembers something. "Oh, wait, babe, real quick. You left a message saying you found Leo. I mean, is he there with you?"
"No. I found him. He's not coming back," April answers sadly to his dismay.
"But...didn't you tell him how weird things have gotten about the turtles? And what about Amy? It's time that they talk things out," Casey frowns at the memory of what happened when Leo left.
"Look, Casey," She sighs, deciding to change the subject. It was too painful to think about the event right now. "We're gonna lose the biggest client we have if you don't get down here."
"Alright, I'm on my way," He hangs up and April sighs to herself. It seemed like Leo would never talk to Amy about the events...even though it was obvious he missed her. She saw that look in his eyes before he disappeared.
It was a look of longing.
A few minutes later, the duo arrive at Winters Corp. Casey drags the box while April takes the lead in the lobby. She's changed her clothes as she's wearing a business suit. Casey is wearing a white shirt and brown tie. "Please tell me we're getting paid by the pound here. Is this place a museum or what?"
"You're telling me you've never heard of Winters Corp?" She asks in disbelief.
"Yeah, that's what I'm telling ya," He answers casually.
"They're into everything: real estate, technology, pharmaceuticals, hair gel," She explains as they continue walking through the beautiful main floor.
"I don't wear hair gel," He remarks back.
"Really?" She asks sarcastically.
"I'm the caveman type. Au naturel," He says with a smooth accent at the end.
"Just make sure you don't touch anything in here," She warns him.
"Hey, I was born careful," He brags right before the crate bumps into a stand, breaking a vase. He gasps, turning around to see the broken pieces. "Hope that wasn't expensive."
Alarms go off and steel doors come down as they're on auto lockdown. "Oh, wait-just-I'm-oh boy."
April rubs a temple. "Please tell me that wasn't you..." She begs as she shakes her head.
After the situation has been dealt with, they make it to Mr. Winter's office, where a man faces a window that overlooks the whole city. He looks stoic as he hears footsteps.
"Mr. Winters," April greets him.
"Ms. O'Neil," He turns around as the two walk in. "All the pieces are coming together," He kisses her cheek.
"Oh my," She replies nervously as Casey gets a little peeved. "This is my associate, Casey."
"Nice to meet you, Kenny," Mr. Winters roughly and quickly shakes his hand.
"Boyfriend. It's Casey," He corrects, trying to relieve his hands from the pressure. Mr. Winters ignores him, however.
"So you were successful?" Mr. Winters asks April to get to the point.
"Yes, the fourth general. I want to ask you before I go, if I could...take one last look?" She asks curiously. He smiles a bit and Casey opens one side of the crate to reveal a huge statue. Winters walks up to it. "I believe this is the one they call General Akeela?"
"It's actually 'Aguila,' but that was a good try," Winters corrects her. "These statues may appear to be only stone, but they're like family to me. I didn't choose them. Friends you choose, but never your family."
"Okay then," April replies awkwardly. It was just a statue, there was no need for the theatrics... She turns around as Casey catches a falling statue that he bumped into. "Take care, Mr. Winters." She leaves with Casey and as soon as she does, a hooded figure appears from the second level of the office, watching him...
"If you've come to kill me, could you make it fast? I've got a shareholders' meeting at 10. I'd rather miss it," Winters calls out without even looking up.
The figure jumps down to him, wearing metal armor and a red mask over the face. "If we had come here to hurt you, you'd be hurting already." It's a woman that removes the mask, but she's actually part of the Foot Clan, who jump down to surround her.
Shredder's Foot Clan.
After his defeat his second in command, Karai, took over. Now she handles it.
"The Foot Clan and I have come to hear your offer."
"Well, it appears that today is my lucky day," He smirks to himself at how well today is going.
"I must warn you, we do not come cheap," She warns him as he walks around to his desk.
"Does it look like money is of any concern to me?" He gestures to his luxuriant office. "Only time is of the essence, my dear."
"Since you're so rich and powerful, what is it we could possibly have to offer you?" She wonders since apparently nothing is a problem to him. A wealthy man ordering the lowest of the low to do something for him? It must be pretty important if he had to call Shredder's Foot Clan.
"I need you to be my eyes and ears," He adjusts his sleeves as he gets to the point. "I have some friends coming to town that I'd like to roll out the red carpet for," He turns back to the window, hands behind his back. "Greet them warmly and bring them to me."
"...And how will we know these friends?" She asks, narrowing her eyes as the statue is right behind her, which she doesn't notice.
"Don't worry, they're impossible to miss..." What she didn't know, is that they would have their hands full. He smirks to himself when he hears them leave. Hopefully everything would work out in his favor and everything will fall into place like it should. The time has come again to finish what they started all those years ago. April O'Neil foolishly handed him an edge with the statue, along with the other three, and she didn't know it. Everything will come into fruition. Soon his brothers and sisters would be with him again...
And he didn't even have to lift a finger to do it.