It was dark coming up to Northern São Cristóvão for it was further of a place to travel to in comparison to the other team assigned to take out Ruffington. There was rougher terrain because of their chosen path. The three teens had to endure just as much distraction and light as the other team, but the hills were an added bonus to their venture. Gosh, how they miss flat land. Thankfully, this was the time of day in which they flourished. As shadows of the night, the three mutants dodged and sprinted all the way up to the neighborhood.

It rested upon a hill, their favorite platform. Yellow lights shone through windows and colored curtains that presented the mood of warmth. Despite such a comfortable feel, the street did not match its tone. It was trashy; graffiti on fences and fire hydrants with flickering street lamps that hid shady meetups and conversations. They all observed the neighborhood with caution as they picked their way to travel through the streets due to the people still lingering upon them. Leonardo insisted they traveled by rooftop despite the low coverage. If anything, they would be merely a shadow in the dark due to the moon's illuminance if spotted and could gain a bigger view of the street in order to catch their person.

They were silent, sneaking underneath the still ignited windows of the home they picked to climb. Inside, it was calm for the most part, a great candidate. Mone went first, hopping on top of the wooden awning in their backyard. No assistance was needed, but just a light touch from Donatello eased her up. When it was his turn, Leonardo unconsciously did the same. They took care to step quietly for the wood was not as sound to support them as they had hoped. To actually get on top of the building, there was a window with a plaster sill that could act as a stepping stool. With it being dark, Mona got to the side of it. Her followers merged off as she took a peek inside. The light from the moon was on the other side, showing back to her a pitch black room. The lizard lady took it as an 'ok' as made a jump for it. A small 'umph' escaped her lips when she pulled herself up onto the red terracotta roof. On the very top, she got a reasonable look of how the block looked.

"No paradise up here." The lizard girl commented as she lay atop the roof, stomach down.. Donatello was the next to climb up. He was careful as his eyes kept onto his tablet that he must have brought out while she was pulling herself up. With every bit of balance in his legs (and Leonardo watching below), he got atop the roof with a single arm. When there was enough room underneath him, he used his elbows to help him up all the way.

"This is more of the 'Southside' region of Rìo." He tapped on a button and his shoulder cameras were activated. In doing so, he showed her various tabs he had saved from the internet. It may have been a risky move to have activity on top of the roof. In order to tone it down and help with their concealment, he had the light dimmed enough for them to see and not be flashy to others. Leonardo hoisted himself up in time to take a look at what his brother had pulled up. "According to some of the travel sites, this is the part of Rio where you shouldn't be out at night." On the last bit, his voice had gotten deeper and less enunciated into a monotoned buzz. The leader took a seat beside the lounging lizard. She watched him briefly and then resumed looking down at the people.

"It's not like we have hoods like these back home." His sarcasm earned him an agreeing nod from the lizard lady. As bad as this particular one looked, it was not as if they had ones like these in the U.S., or New York for that matter. "Get down, get down." He whispered sharply. At the same time, he pushed the back of Mona's shoulders, forcing her down as he too got on his stomach. The force pushed her face into the roof, which she was not glad about. Donatello dropped as soon as he heard his brother's alarm. He shut off his cameras and followed their position.

"What do-?" Mona was about to ask what he saw until he interrupted.

"Listen." The sound of their breaths were like a ghost. At first, it felt as if their leader was fretting over nothing. That was, until, they heard a laugh from across the street.

With minimal light, they could make out a man sitting underneath a porch with another standing on the sidewalk, appearing to carry a friendly conversation with him.

"Is that him over there?" Leo quizzed.

"Hold on." Donatello took a hand to slip his goggles onto his eyes. Their powerful scopes zoomed in on the man and then brightened the image. Off to the side of the spectacles, a picture of the alleged man remained there until the goggles could make any recognition. Then, there was a green title with 'Match' over the picture. "Identification confirmed." Donatello nodded as he continued to watch Ocho. "He's the dark skinned one with the square face." He pointed him out and described him so they could identify him truly when they were going to be able to see him.

"That was quick." The lizard girl mumbled to herself.

"I need you two to scare away his friends." The leader asked of them, the rest of his plot was still in process.

"There's an alleyway in the back of his house." The purple clad turtle pointed out. Leonardo recollected himself.

"Then Mona, you'll drag him back there." She nodded. On the side of her hip, her hand slipped down to feel the warm chains beside her, checking to see if they were still there (and it's been awhile since she's gotten to use it). "I'll be with Donnie. Be ready."

The two brothers left the roof, leaving Mona so she could keep a better eye on Ocho. They were just as attentive and quiet as they were when they got up there. Leonardo jumped down first, motioning his brother who was just getter by off the awning and in between the two houses. They looked on on the targeted house a little ways down the street. He was still chopping it up with the same man as earlier and was enjoying it.

"How are we going to do this?" Donnie whispered, keeping the wall on his back to take a quick peek at the target. Leonardo kept his head down and looked at the dirt below his feet. In his process of thinking, he drew scribbles and lines with the toe of his shoe.

"You said this was the' south side' right?" Before his younger brother could answer, he looked up with a knowing smile. "You have an amp on you?" Donnie raised a confused brow and patted himself down in search of the desired item.

"Sure." He answered nonchalantly. His brother's deviousness became more apparent.

"And flashing lights?"

Mona had moved position since then. Once on top of the roof, now across the street due to a little running where the street lights never touched the earth. With a little stealth and tip toeing around, the kunoichi was able to evade others in both the light and dark undetected to where she was able to spy on the side of Cha Ocho's home. With the utmost patience, she waited for some type of signal from her brothers in order to capture their man with minimal to no witnesses. Her back was to the wall, practically slouching for they were taking one heck of a time trying to come up with a distraction.

Sirens alarmed, shaking her up so much that she immediately pushed herself away from the wall. Looking out to the streets, everyone else had taken notice. They were still, watching with wide eyes as the white and red colors flashed onto their houses and street.

"(Aw man, what's going on now?!)" one of them yelled, her eyes filled with the blinking lights. She grabbed onto the wrist of her teenaged son who stood as equally still and curious as her. Swiftly, she pushed him inside and gave him strict instruction as she followed him inside their home. Some jogged into their homes in order to anticipate getting caught up in anything. Others scattered, running from what could be their capture.

"(Ya'll get inside!)" They would shout to those seeking refuge all the while knowing better of some and refusing to let them in. These were the ones trying to use the alleyways as escapes.

Ocho had hopped off the porch and wanted to get inside his home. However, he wouldn't. For all reasons she can come up with for him not trying to go inside his house, he stood staring where the intended noise. At the moment, she did not know the guy's intended plan and could not put together why the authority cars were not coming as close as they sounded. And so he stood there, his body turned towards the front door but his head facing the commotion. How long he may stand there, she was not sure. She could not let him try to get into his house. That'd be extra work and coming such a long ways and going back to camp later, she was not going to do that. Keep it easier. With split second thinking, she picked up a small rock beside her and tossed it at his feet. The snapping sound of a skipping rock had failed to catch his attention. In another attempt, she grasped a handful of them, all different sizes from actual rocks to pebbles. The multiple sounds as well as some hitting his shoe averted his eyes from the commotion and to the floor.

She had him, but not for certain. He made no move as he examined the rocks briefly. Mona took another handful and threw them again. Cha Ocho looked down, more surprised than the first time. Curiosity finally began to get the best of him for he stepped towards her direction. Perhaps he believed it was a dog digging around, in which in that case, he needed to shoo it away. Mona's breath hitched into silence. With caution, she clenched her surujin to keep it from jingling as he came around the side of the house. The sirens had stopped, creating more silence between them. His head peeked out from the side. The lizard lady wished she had sunk further back into the shadows, but she kept herself put in order to not be seen. With the darkness still over her, she kicked up the dirt to keep him interested. The scraping sounds her shoe made made the man nervous, yet he came in closer. As his body escaped the lights of the street, Mona had determined that it was time. Briefly, only the faint sound of something swinging whooshed into the air. Suddenly, a chain wrapped around him and pulled him into the dark. The man tried to scream, but something was stuffed in his maw and muffled his terror.

He fell to the dirt face down as his body was dragged along the ground. As much as he wriggled, the chains' hard bodies pressed into him more. Cha didn't know what was going on or who was behind this. He couldn't even see who was pulling him along for not even a silhouette shone through the night. Hearing the slight sound of footsteps and breathing, he was being dragged by a person. Even though he could tell where he was, there was no beacon of light in the alleyway. Whoever was dragging him had stopped. Quietly, he waited for something to happen. The mysterious figure grasped him by the shoulder and sat him in a sitting position against the fence. It continued to remain quiet. He felt as they may be observing him. How that person could see, he'll never know. All he could do was sit silently and wait with every little piece of courage he had. Suddenly, a chill went down his spine as he heard running coming down the alleyway. The steps were hard and labored. They came closer and closer as the multiple scratches of feet became more audible.

"Is that you?" With the runners still a good space away, he could tell that it was the quiet voice of his captor. Was he stolen away by a woman? Seriously? True, then that girl is strong. The runners began to slow down to a shuffling stop as he could make out some figures who were walking.

"Sure is." One spoke with a smooth, airy voice. Between the silence, he heard the clanking of metal and the zippy sound of straps being re-adjusted.

"What'd you do?" Another asked, his voice deeper than the other and more through the throat.

"Threw a rock." She made it sound like it was so easy. Ocho had wished she made it sound like he at least put up a fight. He heard one of them give a small, single clap.

"Fantastic." He whispered enthusiastically.

Before he knew it, the captive was being pulled on by the mouth. He had forgotten that his jaw was unintentionally clamped down on whatever was in his mouth. From texture, it felt like fabric but there was also some other type of component that made it stiff and hard. As she pulled it away from him, he let it go freely. As soon as his mouth was abled, he began to slur:

"O que é isso? Quem é Você? O que você quer?"

"English, Ocho." The smoother, male voice interrupted. "We know you speak it."

"How do you know me?" His tone changed dramatically from terror to a somewhat calm voice.

"Unimportant." The female spoke. As she did, he could hear her struggle through her voice. Behind it, the sound of someone hopping on one leg was distinctive. Was she putting on a shoe or something? Wait a minute... "We're just going to ask you a couple questions."

"Your cooperation will make this go faster." The deep male voice affirmed.

"I have been to jail before." Cha Ocho set himself up better, making himself more comfortable. "They said the same thing and I ended up doing two." He almost fell forward getting that part of his sentence out. He was able to catch himself.

"But this isn't about you." The one speaking took a step closer to him. Ocho's vision was still weak. Unable to make out shapes, he could see slight movements from him. It could be that he was sitting, but this guy was incredibly tall. "We're looking for your cousin."

"Which one?"

"What do you know about Baxter Stockman?" The other male asked.

"Is he in trouble?"

"He is wanted for conspiring with a terrorist." The woman was less than pleased, or more, rather annoyed as she stated it matter-of-factly.

"Look, I know I have not been the best person and my cousin is doing much worse things, but I will not give him up."

"Do you know anything about him or not?" The closer male asked. Obviously, this was the good cop.

"Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you." After that statement, he heard a slight sound of discomfort.

"I hate when they play hard to get." She groaned. Ocho jumped when he felt a hand grab his shoulder again. He was pulled forward towards a point where he could feel the sensation of one's breath. "Either you cough up the information or we'll send a specially wrapped present back to the police." She warned him slowly and clearly for him to have no chance of not getting the picture. "What warrant do you have currently?" Overconfident, no. Well played. Oh, she's good.

There was a sign of struggle in his demeanor, which was admirable. They waited for his answer.

"Everything you're looking for can be found at Christ the Redeemer." He spoke softly and broken.

"Christ the Redeemer?" The deep voiced male asked himself. What the shell could that mean? "Where is Doctor Chapelin and where is Baxter Stockman?" He asked again, but this time expecting a more relevant answer. Cha wasn't giving it all up. Not just yet. He heard him swallow.

"Chapelin- Christ the Redeemer… underground-." Gunshots popped in their direction. Mona was the first one hit. The stinging sensation irritated her arm as she quickly grabbed at it out of shock. They were coming out from their right side. The stinging bullets ricocheted off their mutated skin, but it was not going well for Ocho. Mona squatted down his side, hoping to save him from the assailant. However, he got a few jolts in him. Until the rapid gunfire stopped, she remained there hoping that she was not too late. Both Leonardo and Donatello ran towards its direction, covering their eyes. Suddenly, they heard the sound of car doors slamming immediately after the gunfire had quit. They sprinted down the side of the house, not at all caring about the scraping noises their shells made against the homes as they tried to keep up with the gunmen. Getting through the houses, the streets made the sound of the gas pedal and light brake pressure. Out of the side, Donatello immediately put his goggles on. They were too far down to catch up, but he hoped to get a clear view of the license plate. Alas, the lighting was very insufficient for even his goggles to get a read on them. He tried desperately to get the right lighting on the dial to see clearly, but it had become too late. The car disappeared and was no longer heard on the road. The two mutants kept out on the streets but stayed near the front of where they came because the people were looking outside their windows at the commotion.

Meanwhile, Mona was still in the alleyway playing doctor. Ocho did nothing but whine softly beside her. He had fallen over from impact of the gunshots. The lizard lady did not know much, but keep beside him and check his pulses. Her fingers pressed up against his jawline. It was slow, beating almost to nothing.

"Christ the Redeemer."

"What?" It was subtle, the words in his mouth were. The mutant girl put her ear closer to his mouth. Her long hairs tickled his nose as he whispered such faint words:

"Christ th-..." His hot breath ran along her ear until it faded away. The air against her ear felt particularly chilly as she heard his final breath against her. He lay limp on her. Mona Lisa pushed him along the side of the fence to keep him out of the dirt road of the alleyway.

Leonardo and Donatello were surprised but then settled when their sister caught up with them on the side of the house. She kept her head low, hand holding her shoulder.

"He's dead." She spoke low and drearily. Both of the boys sighed out of frustration and loss. There goes one of their leads.

"Where the shell did those bullets come from?" Leonardo asked, yet he knew that once again he was not going to receive a good answer.

"Somebody really didn't want that information out." Mona tried to joke, but even her tone could not match the "lie" of her words. Donatello lifted his goggles off of his head.

"Or wanted him dead." Sure enough, especially with all those bullets whizzing around with him taking the most hits.

"Either way, we know we're on the right track." The leader picked up the ante in his speech. "The work of Chapelin or Stockman is here." He pointed to the ground, making his point. "Let's head back to camp."

The team nodded and headed back down the alleyway. The people on the block were cautiously prowling on the streets. They could not come to terms how it seemed that the police were coming down their street and had not shown up. It was especially weird that even after the gunshots popping all over that they had still not shown up. With the commotion out there, the mutants in the back had it easier to get to their destination. Where Mona was prior, it was just a short walk to get where the now dead Cha Ocho was. On the way there, they had a conversation about what to do next.

"What do we do with the body?" Donatello had posed.

"Leave it?" She looked to Leonardo with a cocked brow and a confused, unsure expression. The leader shook his head.

"I want to put it out where someone can see it, but I don't want a kid to find him." He sighed. How awful would that have been? They finally got there. Donatello put on his goggles to find the direct location of the body in the pitch dark. They were able to see some due to their natural ability, but it was best not to chance it and accidentally step on a dead guy.

They could not see their team member, but they felt something wrong. His words were inaudible, shocked. The smart turtle whipped his head left and right, looking for their fallen lead.

"He's gone!" His voice choked in disbelief.

"But his heart stopped!" Mona nearly gasped. For sure he was long dead when she left. There was no way!

"They took him!" Donnie concluded. There was some struggle from where the body lay. There was some blood splattered onto the dirt, but there was the toes of shoes and movement where he was. Routinely, they'd follow the footprints if only there was any. Nothing. Nada. How it can be? Someone was really careful to step on the gravel pieces in the back for his goggles could pick up no Dna or other traces that could help them. "Somebody really wanted him." Donatello had to admit, these guys were pretty good.

"Come on!" Leonardo ordered. Before they knew it, the leader stormed off down the alleyway since the people in the streets were still investigating. Donatello removed his goggles and kept alongside Mona. With Leo so ticked off, it was best to hang out with the lizard lady this time.

"Let's hope the others do better than us." Donnie 'Mm hm-ed' in agreement as they kept a good distance away from the blue clad terrapin. Hopefully he would cool off once they got back to rest.