Don wasn't at his computer. I wanted to know what the hell was up with Mikey. Of course Mikey wasn't going to tell me. Hell, I guess Donnie probably wouldn't either. Its freaking typical. Somethin' happens, and for god's sake don't tell Raph!
Well, whatever. He's fine now, obviously, so whatever. Let him sulk, I bet Leo said some choice stuff. Nice that someone else is on the end of it for a change. You'd think they all think I'm a damn moron or something.
Only I was worried, and I needed a distraction, cause the last thing I wanted do was sit there and get all mushy and crap. And there was Don's stuff, right there, unguarded. And I happened to know all about the Bugs.
I am constantly amazed by my brother's stuff. Wish he'd just have the initiative to do somethin' with it instead of cavin' to old Leo's worry wart, do-nothing nature. This time Donnie had created these little listening devices, just like the FBI uses, only they were sort of little robots as well. They were shaped like bugs and the little metal roaches would actually move around a spot when it looked like they were about to be found. He had invented them four months ago and they then went and sat in a drawer. We didn't sell 'em cause we were worried about whoever bought 'em. Who knows what they'd use 'em for? And that was freakin' fine by me, really. Let Donnie do his repair junk to get us some dough. Eventually the rest of us might figure somethin' out, and you know April and Casey, they're really great about making sure the money gets to us and then gets turned into shit we can use, like oh, food, furniture, my stereo, whatever.
But I'm gettin' off track. So okay. We were not gonna sell 'em, and I so I say, "Hey, let's use 'em to spy on Shredder. I'd sure like to know what he's plannin'."
And Leo says, "Its too dangerous."
Jeez. Its like someone wrote us a damn script or something. So back to it. They sat in the drawer, but they were easy to use and operate. You could even get 'em to send transcripts to your email on a daily basis. My computer ain't as fast as Don's, but we've all got 'em, except Mike who opted for the XBox and Leo who opted for something he won't even tell us about. I say screw Leo and his secrets, but the XBox is fun at least.
Hell, maybe Donnie was in there, playin' XBox. And thinking that thought kept me from feelin' even a little guilty that I was gonna get to do what I wanted to do mostly cause Mikey was feelin' bad about somethin'.
I opened the door, grabbed 'em, and snuck out. Not all of 'em of course, but enough for what I needed to do. I had more Sneaking Out routes than anyone had a clue about. Leo was pretty good at finding them, but he was worried too, and this meant he was all wrapped up in kata.
Casey, you see, had tracked down the location of the Foot compound for me, as well as Shredder's limo. Yeah, Mr. Corporate America, that's Shredder. Bastard. Even I didn't think tryin' to get right into the heart of the compound was exactly smart. But a parking lot...even a heavily guarded one...no sweat.
By the time I got myself under the limo, my heart was pounding with excitement and I was done thinking about the whole situation. I reached up, opened the door, tossed my Bug load, and closed it. Then I sprinted away to get my settings fixed up.
When I was safely back in the sewers I was pretty proud of myself. I'd gone and made my own executive decision, and no disaster had come of it. None of the dire scenarios that Leo always predicted. And maybe, just maybe, I'd given us an edge. Maybe my brothers would listen to me a bit more too. I couldn't wait to tell Casey. I just hoped Donnie wouldn't be mad, but hell, once he figured out how cool it was, what I'd done, how useful and how smart, he'd probably congradulate me, right?
And for once I got to my own room without Leo noticing a thing. Mostly cause he'd finished his practice by collapsing, asleep, on the dojo floor.
Some practice, others, such as yours truly, do!
Author's Notes: Yes, Gentle Readers, it is subplot time!
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