Hey all! Wow, time sure does fly. This was supposed to be out six days ago. SIX! … well anyway. It's now finished and the next should be up tomorrow, possibly by tomorrow night so I can stick to my Thursday update goal. So I hope you all enjoy this one.
Chapter 6
Keith smirked. Everything was going according to plan. He threw the hood from his cloak off his head, keeping to the shadows to avoid being spotted by the others. Raphael would soon be knocked out by the small black canister. It would not only emit a knock out gas, but with small spikes it would inject a little into his bloodstream through his hands for a faster knock out. Now all that was left was to go collect him without running into the others. He estimated that he had a few minutes at least before Leonardo ordered the others to storm the warehouse. He would wait to be sure he wasn't putting Raphael in danger, but Keith knew Leo would not wait long.
He left the warehouse behind and started briskly walking the way Raphael had run. Keith shook his head. The sap was just a bit gullible. This would have been easier to pull off with Michelangelo, but he wanted a little revenge with Raphael. He always hated the red masked turtle's anger problem.
A couple alleys away from the warehouse, Keith found Raphael sprawled unconscious on the black pavement, the little container a few feet away. "So it worked," he whispered with satisfaction. "Good."
Keith poked Raphael to make sure that he was indeed unconscious. When he got no response, he rolled Raph over and pulled out his cell. "Bring a truck. I have one," he ordered the ninja who answered.
"It is on its way," the ninja confirmed almost robotically.
Keith hung up and started dragging Raphael to another alley. He had to keep moving if he wanted to stay away from the others. They were most likely in the warehouse now. They wouldn't be far behind for long.
He got through a second ally, breath coming out a little harder. He had forgotten how heavy Raphael was. Though he was glad the knockout gas had worked so well. It would seem Raph would be out for a couple of hours.
The sound of an engine approached stopping near him as he rounded another corner. A dozen ninja hopped out of the black van and quickly relieved Keith of his burden.
"It's about time," Keith muttered.
The ninja didn't answer as they threw Raphael in the back of the truck and hopped inside.
Keith huffed and got in the passenger side, crossing his arms.
The van took off, speeding down the street, heading straight for the Foot Headquarters. Once the van reached its destination, it drove straight into an underground parking garage.
Keith quickly exited the van as soon as it had stopped, heading into the garage's elevator with the ninjas on his heels. They carried Raph in beside him and waited as the elevator went up.
It opened on the 54th floor with the Elite Guard standing right in front of the doorway.
Keith narrowed his eyes. "I got one of them," he muttered to them.
"I can see that," the first Elite huffed.
"Any reason for choosing this one?" the second demanded.
Keith smirked. "His anger problem."
The lead Elite Guard smirked. "Take him to the cell then report to Master Shredder."
Keith nodded curtly and led the way out of the elevator, the foot soldiers behind him. He walked down the halls, past the empty rooms and laboratories of this floor. At the end of the hall on the left, he opened a door and watched as the ninjas threw Raphael inside. Once they had cleared the room, Keith slammed the door and turned on his heel. It was time to talk with Shredder. He practically hated this part.
Reluctantly, Keith went back to the elevator and rode it all the way to the top floor. The doors to Shredder's throne room opened almost of their own accord. He stopped at the center of the room and bowed down on one knee, head dipped.
"You have captured him," it was stated more of a statement then a question.
"Yes."
"Good. Is the doctor ready?" he demanded.
Keith looked up at the Shredder. He was not clothed in his metal armor, but that didn't make him look less demanding. "I do not know."
"Find out and let me know right away!"
Keith nodded. "As you wish master."
"Go!" Saki thundered.
Keith rose to his feet and swiftly exited the room, entered the elevator, and rode it once more. He crossed his arms as he waited for it to reach the doctor's floor. He didn't like this doctor one bit. If he hated Stockman, he really hated this guy. Masato had an eerie quality about him. He would often talk about chopping off an arm and flinging it around as if he was talking about something like the weather or whatever drink he was drinking he'd had recently. He shook his head at that and exited the elevator as soon as it dinged.
He swung open the door to Dr. Masato's lab and strode inside. "Is it ready?" he demanded.
Masato instantly turned to him. "It isn't a good idea to stride in here like that. You could cause an explosion and most likely die. Then where would Saki's ninja be? Oh yes, with someone new to lead your section of the Foot."
"You forget that you would be dead as well," Keith snarled, not at all happy with the situation at the moment.
Dr. Masato shrugged. "What is it you want?"
"Are you finished with the device?"
"Hm… are you asking or is the Master?"
Keith ground his teeth. This guy was also infuriating. "You know very well who's asking."
Dr. Masato chuckled. "Yes. Well then, I guess I should answer the question then. You can tell Mr. Saki that yes, it is indeed finished."
"Good," Keith ground out. He took out his communicator and once he had a link with Saki, spoke into it. "It's ready."
"Then bring the turtle to him and tell the doctor to continue on to the next phase," Saki ordered.
The communicator clicked as Saki closed the transmission.
"I'll be ready for him when you return," Dr. Masato chirped as soon as it was quiet.
Keith put it back in his belt and looked up at Dr. Masato. "You better be," he snarled and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Oh yeah, he hated that guy.
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