April sits looking at the Zodiac signs on the internet. Spike lies on the couch, eyes closed, arm draped over her eyes. Casey sits next to April, leaning over her shoulder. Irma is settled next to the couch. She glances at Spike.
"What are five things you should never break?" Irma asks her.
"Hmmm?" Spike moves her arm and opens an eye. "What?"
"What are five things you should never break?" Irma repeats.
"Oh." Spike moves her arm back. "Hearts, DVDs, beds, Ferraris and tanks."
"Well that gives us insight on your priorities," Irma remarks.
"Anything to help."
"Thinking of hearts implies you have one," Casey jokes.
Spike sighs. "Thinking of anything implies you have a brain."
"Snap!" Irma crows.
"Guys, try to get along," April says, glancing up.
Spike settles back into the couch. "I was just responding in kind, April."
Irma turns bottle green eyes on Spike. "You do that a lot."
"In our line of work, you learn to."
"Which line of work, the world saving, or holding the camera?" April asks.
"Which do you think?" Spike shoots back.
"I don't know, Empress of Butt-Kicking."
"Nah, I'm not that great." Spike moves her arm off of her face. "I beat Mikey once in sparring. Leonardo's ten times better than I am."
"Darn right," Casey agrees. "I think I'm better."
"We'll pit you against Mikey then," Irma says pointedly. "See how well you do."
Casey shrugs. "As a male, I'm naturally stronger."
"Strength doesn't always win you fights," Spike declares. "You need brains. Instinct. Speed. Cunning. Strength certainly helps, but you can't always just charge in there like a pack of Klingons and expect to emerge the victor."
"She's right," April comments. "That's why Leonardo's such a good fighter. He's not stronger than Raphael, but he's got better ideas and plans. He can strategize, and assign each of us to the role we do best in."
"They've all got skill sets," Irma thinks aloud. "That's why they're so hard to beat together. Donnie's the brains, Raphael's the brawn, Michelangelo's speed, and Leonardo's cunning?"
"Bang, we have a winner," Spike announces.
She notices something at the window.
Or someone.
Skye, Darnit not now!
Skye waves and disappears off the fire escape. Spike bounds over and slams the curtains shut, blocking anyone's nosy views.
Spike settles back with a slight frown.
"So, what's my skill set?" Irma asks.
"Don't know. You haven't been training long enough for us to figure it out," Spike remarks, trying to keep the edge out of her voice. "I mean, my skill set is brawling. Not as much ninja moves as it is head-bashing."
"You alternate," April muses. "Sometimes you go Hulk Mode, but then sometimes you fight like Black Widow. It depends on your mood, I think."
"And who I'm fighting," Spike adds.
The doorbell rings.
Spike bolts up. "I'll get it."
What's Skye doing? Who even is she? Thank you for reading, and please leave a review to leave thoughts and opinions!
