Chapter seven
...On the Highway...
The traffic was frustratingly exhausting—trying to ride through or passed and overtook any vehicle, speedily.
"Isabelle—slow down will ya?" Dallas pleaded. "If we slow down, bishop probably not be far behind and catch up to us. I'm not taking the chance of getting capture." Isabelle answered, continued driving and picked up the speed through the traffic. A highway police patrol siren sounded off and gave chase behind them. Quickly looked in the reviewing mirror and lowly grunted. "Ah, great—just great."
"What?" Dallas said. "Highway patrol." Isabelle answered. "Gonna slow down or keep going?" Dallas wondered. "Can't risk it, don't have time to pull over and waste on for a measly speedy ticket." Isabelle replied. "So what are you gonna do?" Dallas asked, worriedly. "Hold on, tight girl." Isabelle instructed. "Huh?" she answered.
Isabelle revved up and sped faster—Dallas shrieked and tightened her grasp around Isabelle's waist. "Dallas, loosen up—just alittle, ya're crushing me." Isabelle requested as she felt her waist squeezed and felt the air slightly cut from her body. "Oh, sorry." Dallas apologised, loosening her arm's grasp just alittle.
Speeding through the heavy traffic on the highway and chased behind by the highway police until reaching the nearest exit to the closest entrance of New York which was not far as they already made most the way through pass Trenton. Then the patrol car finally gave up when they lost vigilant of where Isabelle drove to.
The patrol car slowly drove through the streets then returned back to post, slowly pushed out from the alleyway and looked around the corner—quickly saw that patrol officers, returned in the other direction which they did. Revving the engine once more then continued their journey towards New York.
"Gee—Isabelle, you have changed." Dallas commented. "How do you mean?" Isabelle wondered. "Well—your eye sight regained, mysterious strength and killer instincts." Dallas replied. "One learns much when is when one must and has no choice to do so." Isabelle explained. "Hmm, you sure have changed." Dallas commented again, admiringly. "Thanks, Dallas." Isabelle replied. "No problem." Dallas welcomed.
...back in the lair...
Both the blue clad terrapin and the old rat, prepared to travel across the country—to Philadelphia and get to Isabelle before Bishop does. The clanging sounds had disturbed Mikey as he walked out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of ice-cream and jelly sprinkles. Went to the dojo and noticed that Leo and splinter were grabbing weapons. "Why are you taking those?" Mikey wondered, with a mouthful of food. "Mikey, where did you learn your manners." Leo finally answered. Swallowing the mouthful of contents then replied. "That is easy, in a sewer."
"Ha ha, very funny—put that away and get ready." Leo instructed. "Where are we going?" Mikey asked. "We're going to get Isabelle." Leo replied, then walked past the orange clad terrapin—leaving the dojo. The orange clad didn't argue and did as he was told.
Quickly running to Raphael's bedroom, barging in. "What's the big idea!" Raph grumbled then sniped when the sound of the door slamming into the wall, woke the baby. A huge wail sounded in the room. "Now look what you did! You woke the baby."
Mona also woke cranky then demanded for an answer. "What the hell is going on here?"
"Hurry Raph, we have to go." Mikey said, quickly. "Go? Go where?" Mona demanded. "Leo had a vision and rescue someone." Mikey replied. "Who?" Mona asked.
No response. "Tell me mikey—who do you have to rescue?" Mona demanded once more, pleading. "Your sis, Izzy." Mikey finally answered. "Izzy? I'm coming with you." Mona abruptly ordered. "No absolutely not." Raph said, discouragingly. "Why the hell not!" Mona hissed. "Who would stay with Vilana, if you came along?" Raph wondered, cradling his daughter as he tried to shush her softly.
Mona sighed defiantly and remembered about her child. Walked to her husband and motherly took the child and lovingly cradled her. The forest green terrapin, reassuringly draped one arm around his wife's shoulder and gently embraced her with his arms as she cradled their child within hers—reassuringly comfortingly told her. "I'll bring her back, I promise."
Mona nodded, leaned her head against—underneath his chin as she received a kiss upon her forehead then released from his embrace then left the room. Vilana softly wailed as she could sense that something was terribly wrong. Mona tried her best to make shushing sounds and gently bounce her daughter in her arms.
Then a soft calming voice stated, calling her name. "Mona—Do not fret, everything will be alright."
"Who are you? Where are you?" Mona asked, looking around the room—confused. "You know who I am—I have always been with you."
"Gramma rose?" Mona whispered.
A swirl of wind formed in the room and a ghostly shade walked out from the mist—warmly smiled and held her hands out, reassuringly. Mona gazed the ghostly shade and knew instantly when she recognised the visitor. "Gramma rose." She whispered once more, as a single warm tear fell down her cheek. "Yes dear, I'm here—everything is going to be alright. Trust your instincts and intuition as it will all become clear, very soon." The ghostly shade, cupped Mona's cheek—brushed the tear away and assuredly told her, softly kissed her forehead then slowly drifted and disappeared.
Mona was confused as to what her grandmother meant, was also astounded to see her again. Then, she thought quickly and hoped to be right as the concerned mother, ran out after her terrapin family and called out for halt. "Wait!"
"What for?" Mikey stated, confusedly abruptly glanced as he turned around. "Just wait, please." Mona pleaded. The red clad terrapin draped his reassuring arm around her shoulders, gently embraced her when Splinter realised the certain look in her eyes then softly nodded.
The blue clad terrapin remained silent, also nodded. "What does this mean?" Mikey wondered. "This means, change of plans—there may be no need to go topside to search for whom we should be searching as they are coming to us. Am I correct, Mona?" Splinter replied, softly gazed the brunette haired salamander.
Mona smiled softly, nodded and answered. "Yes, I believe my sister is coming to us."
"How you know?" Don asked. "I just know." Mona replied.
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...to be continued in chapter eight...
What to expect? What will happen when they finally arrive in New York? What questions will be asked to confirm Isabelle is the real Isabelle in Mona's eyes. Read and review, until next time—tootles
