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Chapter 10
Leonardo tapped the card in his hand as he looked at the building he was standing in front of. It looked like an ordinary tailor's shop. There were mannequins modeling the suits and dresses obviously offered within, but the place looked closed and run down. There was however an OPEN sign leaning against the dirt encrusted window.
It had been two days since he had found his brother dead, and then had his brother brought back to life by the woman he loved and thought lost. His mind was still reeling and he felt unsure of himself. He still loved her, and was willing to see if Katherine was still within Nightmare somewhere. He just didn't know what he was going to do if she was, because he would rather share her than not have her, but it still hurt his heart that she could never be his and his alone.
"You sure this is the place Leo?" Raphael said in irritation. He looked over at his brother. Two days had done wonders for him. He looked rested and his colour was better than it had been in over 4 years. There was a spark in his eyes that had been missing ever since Katherine had died. He was still too thin, his cheeks too hollow, but he had begun eating with relish and training extensively to regain what weight and muscle mass he had lost.
It still gave him pain to look at his brother's scarred face and body, but Raphael didn't seem to care. His sole focus was upon convincing Nightmare that she belonged with them. His eyes scanned his other two brothers. Michelangelo was smiling again, and almost seemed like his old self, Donatello however looked troubled. Donatello was the only one who did not look well rested, and he couldn't blame him. He had tried talking to Donatello about what was going to happen to him, what Katherine had done to him, but Donatello had just brushed his concerns aside.
"Leo." Donatello said looking at him seriously. "I wouldn't change what I did." He said softly. 'If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't change anything." He had closed his eyes. "Maybe it's selfish. If she had have died right there and then, she wouldn't have been taken to Hell. She wouldn't have been tortured, killed or had her soul shattered. Looking back on it, I should have let her go, I should have died with her, but, I will never regret saving her. If this is my Fate, then I have to accept it with all of the composure and equanimity that Katherine accepted hers."
He turned his attention back to the building they were standing in front of. The sign Celestial Tailors hung haphazardly over the door, the neon sign flickered to life every now and then. It was already full dark even though it was only just after dinner but the hours on the card had said it was open until 9:00pm. They were dressed heavily in winter clothes and wore scarves and sunglasses to hide their appearance.
"Yes, this is the correct address." He said in answer to Raphael's question. He lay his hand on the door and pushed.
A tiny bell sounded as the warmth of the shop hit him. He looked around the interior and found half filled racks of uninspired, cheap suits. "May I help you?" A wizened voice sounded from behind them.
Leonardo quickly turned and looked at the old man behind him. He was bent with age, his thin white hair sticking out at odd angles. He wore thick glasses over his eyes and wore a tape measure around his neck. He wore dark brown slacks and a spotless white, button up top.
Leonardo looked at the card in his hand. "We are supposed to ask for Tony." He said, his voice muffled by his scarf.
The old man's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Who sent you?"
"Az..." He began but Raphael interjected.
"Sam. Samael." Raphael corrected. Leonardo remembered then that demons had two names, because true names had power.
The old man's eyes opened in shock. "Right this way." He said beaming in delight. "I knew I was to expect four new customers, but I hadn't thought you would be here this soon. Come, this way." He said as he led them to the back of the store. They walked past the counter and though a narrow hallway filled with debris and racks of suits in plastic.
He placed his hand on the door. "Patefacio." He said as a golden circle appeared on the door. The door swung open and they entered a huge building filled with bright light and patrons who were looking through racks of pristine suits. Workers scurried to and fro grabbing suits, ties, shirts and vests, while other tailors were busy making measurements on perspective clients. Leonardo's eyes looked at the clientele and realized he didn't have to worry about their appearance being out of place.
"Wow, you have got to get me that name of your real estate agent. This place is much bigger than it looks on the outside." Michelangelo joked.
There appeared to various demons, and what he would classify as magical creatures walking around. There were both men and women being served by the various tailors. And he used the word tailors loosely. He watched as a centaur was fitted with a harness and saddle bags. A gorgon was trying on various wigs and sunglasses with partial success only having turned three of the tailors to stone while a third helped her on with another pair of darker tinted glasses. Emergency personnel were hauling away the other associates that had been turned to stone, and this didn't seem to bother anyone.
"Fitting into human society can be so trying. Oh and they'll be fine, we have healers on staff that will fix them up all right and tight don't you worry." The old man said to them, except in the moment he had been distracted the old man had become a stunningly beautiful one. He was taller than he was bordering on 6 feet, with a pale blue tinged complexion and waist length blue hair. His features had elongated giving him an elfin appearance.
"Are you a demon?" Michelangelo asked in confusion as he began unwrapping his scarf and taking off his hat and glasses. He and his brother's followed his example. Their outside clothing was suddenly whisked away by fast moving helpers of some sort.
"No no, though we do have a few demons on staff, not Hell demons you understand, but other demons act as security in case there are clients who...disagree with the staff on various points. My name is Lanark, I'm a sylph which is an air elemental, but sometimes humans classify me as a faerie as well, which is ridiculous. They obviously know nothing of the fae." He said with a smile. "And I know what you are thinking, what is an air elemental doing in a tailor shop? Well I am technically a host, a messenger if you will, a guide. I show creatures where they go, and I make sure everything stays orderly and there is no fighting. You would not believe the grudges some of these creatures carry. Thousands of years old and they can't all play nice in the same sandbox. Anyway, this is where we dress the magical creatures and lesser demons. But you, you, you have an appointment with Tony. Antonie only dresses the most important." He said happily.
"Hey Leo, remember how I was completely freaked out when we were transported to Darkness' Castle." Michelangelo said to him.
"Yes." He nodded distractedly as a beautiful woman fluttered past in a mass of light and airy scarves.
"I'm going to be freaked out again, aren't I?" He asked as the woman danced and slid through the floor.
"I think so Mikey." Leonardo said with a look at the floor.
"Spirits" Lanark said beside them said shaking his head. "So Samael sent you, He's got a lot of prestige and power in his position, as well as being a Prince of Hell, but I never really thought he had a thing for men, especially mortal men." He said with a raised brow. "But you can never tell with Hell demons. All of Hell's demons have been thrown into chaos ever since Lucifer was killed. Adjusting to the new regime I suppose. Unless." He stopped in his tracks as he studied them. "You have a small amount of magic within you...you couldn't be..." His eyes opened wide. "The goddess Nightmare." He stumbled a little. "You've caught my goddess' eye." He squeaked.
"Tony!" He shouted as he pushed through a throng of milling people waiting in an opulent, spacious parlour. Chairs and tables were set up around the room while servers walked around with trays of food and champagne.
Michelangelo grabbed a glass of champagne and downed it in a single gulp placing the empty glass on a table where it was efficiently whisked away. Leonardo looked at the various creatures who were now studying them. A woman with a cat head looked at him while a giant elephant took a tray in his massive trunk and swallowed the contents. A coyote was curled up in the corner, it opened an eye and decided to go back to sleep.
Leonardo took a step back bumping into Raphael as he did.
"What's your problem Leo?" Raphael hissed at him.
"Gods." He managed to say quietly.
"What?" Raphael asked.
Donatello looked at Raphael. "They're gods Raph. Well, a goddess, a god and a spirit to be exact." Donatello said quietly.
"Tony!" Lanark opened a closed door and a surprised shout was issued from within.
A goddess suddenly emerged. She was blonde haired and painfully beautiful. Luscious curved swayed in irritation. She looked upset. Lanark motioned for them to enter as they were glared at by various deities. Leonardo swallowed as he realized the full enormity of what they were getting themselves into.
"Come in, welcome, welcome, I hope Lanark has treated you with the utmost hospitality." The man who could only be Tony said with a smile. And when he thought man he really meant dwarf, as in and actual armour wearing, long bearded dwarf. His ginger hair was pulled neatly back, his beard braided into two braids. He looked about 30 ish with round features and a florid complexion. "You like?" He questioned as he showed off his armour. "I am working on a new design for some Valkyries. I know what you are thinking, dwarves are skilled metallurgists, we are known for our weapons, well all dwarves create, I just create wonders with fabric." The four foot tall red headed dwarf said to them.
"What should I do about Aphrodite?" Lanark asked in worry.
"Aphrodite can wait. She knows that it is all about priority, power and money. Now don't get me wrong, the goddess of love is mighty powerful, but the goddess Nightmare trumps her and actually pays her bills, unlike Aphrodite who I seem to recall, I had to send the Furies after her for not paying me for that delicious crimson confection of lace and..." He looked at them and coughed. "Anyway, if my goddess Nightmare says that these four are to be appropriately clothed and shod, then it shall be done. Clear my schedule and get me Aglaea, Euphrosyne and Thalia." He ordered Lanark who nodded and walked hurriedly from the room gently closing the door behind him.
A few moments later three beautiful women walked in. All three were blonde haired, blue eyed and looked like triplets.
"The three graces have clothed Aphrodite herself, and of course, Aphrodite is always splendidly attired. Now, what kind of attire was your Patroness interested in?" Antonie asked them.
They looked at each other in confusion. "Sam said it was a work date." Michelangelo said softly.
"Ahh a work date, splendid. Business formal, followed by the ability to dress it down if required." The dwarf clapped happily as the three graces began pulling at their clothes.
"Hey!" Raphael protested.
"I must see what I am dealing with." Antonie said to them as he began measuring Michelangelo. Antonie nodded as he began ordering bolts of fabric brought into the room along with shirts and ties. "Yes, I see it now, crisp dark grey suits, subtle coloured pin striping. The ninja masks must go of course. Yes, a modern take on the 1930's gangster.
He turned his attention to Donatello and sucked in a breath as he looked at Donatello's cuffs.
Antonie slowly reached out and touched one. "You must be highly favoured." He said in awe. Donatello blushed and looked uncomfortable as he pulled his wrists away. "I have never seen such a thing bestowed upon a mortal before. The protection spells surrounding it are very intricate and very powerful."
"Protection spells?" Leonardo asked.
Antonie was still transfixed by the cuffs. "I have never seen cuffs like that, forged from dragon scales." He said ignoring Leonardo's question. Antonie looked at them seriously taking in their confused looks. "Dragon scales, are incredibly rare."
"K...Nightmare used the plates from her gauntlets." Donatello said softly.
Antonie looked at him in surprise. "Those gauntlets are incredibly strong and immensely powerful. No wonder the protection spells are so well done. There is many a god who would like to get their hands on those gauntlets. They were forged with dragon scales in the very depths of Hell. That is the only place hot enough to turn dragon scales into something malleable enough to work with. The rumour is she forged them herself. It would explain the exquisite complexity of shielding and protection woven into the scales." Antonie said with a nod of his head as he turned his attention to measuring Donatello.
Antonie made a motion and fabric, pins, chalk and scissors began flying as the women ran around draping, pulling, cutting and pinning fabric.
Leonardo blinked as he was stripped, draped, pinned and attired in a dark grey pin stripped suit. The stripes were a bright intense cerulean blue. His shirt and vest were black and his tie was the same blue as the pin stripping of his suit. He looked at his shiny black shoes. They were more comfortable than they looked.
One of the graces tried to remove his mask, but he shook her off. "Nightmare wants the masks to stay." He said as one of the Graces placed a grey fedora with black band on his head.
He looked at his brothers all who were completely dressed in the same grey suit, but the colour of the pin stripping and ties were the same colour as their masks.
"I am very pleased." Antonie said happily as he surveyed his handiwork. "I suppose the masks do not ruin the look too much, but I know better than to argue with Nightmare." He said with a nod.
Michelangelo frowned and looked at a tag hanging from under his armpit. "What's this?" He questioned.
"The price." Antonie said with a shrug as he went about straightening Raphael's suit jacket.
Michelangelo made a odd gagging sound. Leonardo frowned at his brother and looked at the price tag under his own arm. His eyes widened in shock. It was a $100,000 suit.
He looked at Antonie wide eyed. Between the four of them, it would be $400,000. "Do you have anything...less expensive?" He questioned almost scared to move in case he ripped something.
Antonie looked affronted. "The quality and workmanship I have put into these clothes is second to none." He said with a sniff. "Nightmare has already agreed to the price and the payment has already been given." He smiled then. "I do so love dealing with Nightmare. She always pays upfront. She appreciates quality when she sees it, and never tries bartering down the final price." He looked at them with speculation. "You are very fortunate to have come under such obviously favoured patronage."
Raphael looked at Antonie. "What can you tell us about her consorts?" He asked casually.
Antonie laughed. "Wondering what sort of competition you are up against?" He asked as he waved his hand and the Graces began the process of pulling them out of the finely tailored suits and re-dressing them in their street clothes.
"Something like that." Raphael said with a shrug.
Antonie pulled on his beard. "You understand that all I have to go on is rumours, and most of the time they are more fiction than fact. No one really knows because the gods and sprits would be foolhardy to enter Hell, and Nightmare has Yggdrasil heavily warded, so no one really knows what is going on."
Raphael shrugged. "Humour me."
"Well, Samael is her first consort in Hell. Very efficient, lovely demon to deal with. Most of Hell's demons are horrid creatures, but Nightmare is cleaning Hell up rather nicely. As for what sort of relationship they actually have," He shook his head. 'I'm not sure. Some rumours have them together as lovers, and they have begun populating Hell with their offspring, others have it that they are hated rivals and that Azazel is planning to regain his lost throne by killing her." He shrugged.
"So she has the ability to take a lover if she wants?" Donatello questioned.
The dwarf frowned.
It was then Leonardo remembered that the reason Darkness or he supposed Goddess, had been under attack and nearly raped so many times was because for her, the first man she ever had sex with would become her husband, a man she would be bound to for eternity. He wondered then if Katherine, or Nightmare he supposed he should think of her, was under the same restriction?
"What did you guys think you were for?" Antonie asked in confusion.
Donatello jammed his elbow into Raphael's stomach as he opened his mouth.
"We've already shared her bed." Donatello said with a look at Raphael that told him to be quiet. "We were just wondering how many other men were sharing her bed as well."
Antonie chuckled. "Well, with gods you can never know. I hear Death has been sniffing around, and of course there is also Gabriel."
"Gabriel?" Leonardo asked in shock. "The archangel?"
Antonie nodded as he took a glass of champagne offered by one of the Graces. "He's been her consort almost as long as Azazel. He Fell for her, capital 'F'. He was sent to be the liaison between Heaven and Hell to broker the new Accords between Heaven and Hell, since Nightmare killed Lucifer and she became Morning Star."
"What are the Accords?" Donatello asked.
"The rules both Heaven and Hell have to play by. If one or the other breaks the Accords they go to war or have to offer up compensation. Usually the latter since having Heaven and Hell at war would not be good for either side." Antonie shrugged. "Anyway, Gabriel went to Hell and never went back to Heaven. She took him and made him her consort. Rumour has it that they are lovers as well, and that is why Gabriel Fell. But, now here is the thing, when Gabriel Fell, she did something to him so that he didn't become a devil, or a Fallen. She made him into some sort of creature imbued with magic. So Samael is consort to Morning Star, and Gabriel is consort to Nightmare." Antonie threw back the last of the champagne. "Now if you will excuse me, I musts see to my next client." He said with a cheerful smile. "The suits will be delivered tomorrow. Lanark will show you out."
Leonardo looked down at himself and realized he was fully clothed in his winter clothes again. Lanark was waiting for them at the door.
Lanark led them out through the hallway and ushered them out the front door. Leonardo looked at the shop. The sign now indicated it was closed.
"So...is there even a name for what we are?" Michelangelo asked.
"You mean about being kept men?" Donatello asked.
"Yeah Mikey, it's called bein a boy toy." Raphael growled. "When I get my hands on Sam again, I'm going to seriously kick his ass!"
"It's only rumour Raph, and besides, so what if it's true?" Donatello asked.
"What!" Raphael screamed. "It's bad enough I gotta share her with all of you, I am not sharing her with Gabriel, or Azazel and I don't even want to think how Death would fit into this."
"Raph...it's been nearly 2500 years." Donatello said softly. "We were lonely after 25 years, think of how lonely she would have been." Donatello said softly.
"You don't understand Donny." Raphael said softly his face in shadow. But Raphael wouldn't explain further.
Donatello looked at Raphael. "I don't think she has taken them as her lovers." Donatello said softly. But then Donatello suddenly stumbled.
"Donny!" Leonardo looked at his brother in concern. He had turned a pale grey colour.
"I need to just..." Donatello stopped talking and leaned over putting his hands on his knees.
"Are you okay?" Leonardo asked in concern. He looked at his brother his heart clenching in fear. He knew Donatello was dying, and knew he didn't have much time left.
Donatello shook his head. "Time." He said in horror.
"What are you talkin about Donny?" Raphael asked gently.
"She spent 2500 years in Hell, but it has only been a little less than 5 years here." Donatello whispered.
"We don't understand Donny." Michelangelo said as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
Donatello turned agonized eyes on them. He straightened and put his hands over his eyes. "It was her, it was actually her, in my dreams. I mean I knew I had figured it out, but I didn't realize. I couldn't understand why at times she knew who I was, and at other times, she didn't, but it was because it was bits and pieces of her soul being brought together, and she was always drawing. I should have figured it out. She was always drawing, but she was drawing and separating out what was her, and what wasn't, but if that was her and the memories were hers, then the image, what I saw..." Donatello shook his head in horror.
"Donny, you aren't making any sense." Leonardo said with concern.
"How long do you think She was in Hell being tortured for?" Donatello questioned. They shook their heads. "If we got there an hour after she had been killed, then how long do you suppose she was in Hell, if the almost 2500 years she was in Hell was less than 5 years here. Don't you understand, minutes here for us were probably decades in Hell."
"Donny." Leonardo put a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder as he tried to contain his own horror.
"I saw it Leo." He whispered miserably. "She was hanging from the ceiling, us beating and cutting at her flesh. But Leo, some of her injuries were healed, completely healed. She was a bloody scarred mess, but I could see the injuries that had healed." He said wretchedly.
They looked at each other as the true horror of what Katherine had gone through sunk in."Let's go home." Leonardo said as he pulled Donatello along. He looked at his pale brother.
"She's right, I don't know the first thing about pain." Raphael said miserably as he stumbled along the darkened street. Raphael shook his head. "I can't...I can't face her." Raphael whispered.
Michelangelo hit him up the side of the head. Raphael looked at his baby brother in shock. Michelangelo was pale and tears had already fallen down his cheeks, but there was a fierceness in his eyes that was so unlike him that they all stopped walking. "It's not your choice Raph, it's hers. You run away, then you will be worse than a betrayer, you'll be a coward." Michelangelo growled.
Leonardo blinked in shock and realized his baby brother was right. They could sit around and feel sorry for themselves because they failed to save her and feel miserable because of what happened to her, but at the end of the day, if wouldn't be about her, it would be about them.
Michelangelo turned and began walking again. He strode down the street but suddenly stopped. He put his hand up an motioned to be quiet. Suddenly Michelangelo ducked down the alley.
They silently followed.
"Friday at 5 corner of 65th and Bond. You sure, isn't that kind of early?" A gruff voice asked.
"Hun is wanting to get this job over and done with. The shipment is coming in at 16:50, where it will be your job to move the cargo to the designated area." A low smooth voice answered.
Leonardo ducked behind a garbage can and watched the two men.
He looked at his brothers grimly as they silently left the alley.
Michelangelo watched his two brother's argue.
"This is a bad idea Leo." Raphael growled.
It was late Friday afternoon. Leonardo and Raphael were fighting over whether to go and stop the shipment or not. Usually Raphael would be up for a fight, but he wasn't. He could see the anger in Raphael's eyes, but it was quieter than it had been. Time, grief, and depression had tempered Raphael in ways they probably hadn't even begun to understand. Leonardo almost looked glad to have Raphael to fight with again. Although they had fought often over the past 4 years, they had all known that Raphael's heart hadn't been in the fight. At the moment Raphael's heart was in the fight in more ways than one.
He watched as his brother's continued to argue. The problem was he saw the situation from both points of view. Leonardo wanted to stop the shipment, because whatever it was, if Hun wanted it, it couldn't be good. Raphael didn't want to be late for his date. At least that was his stance, the truth was that Raphael did not want to face the same group of criminals who had nearly killed him and taken his sight. Raphael was no coward and it was possible that if Raphael had kept up with some amount of training he would be willing to give a good sized amount of revenge, but Raphael hadn't. Raphael hadn't fought in any capacity for over a year, and had practically starved himself to death. He wasn't in any condition to take on anyone, let alone a gang of goons who had managed to almost take out both Raphael and Donatello.
"Leo, Raph," he said softly.
Both of his brothers looked at him in surprise. "Sam said not to keep the driver waiting, that means we have to beat the crap out of the Red Dragons and be back here in time to get ready and be waiting for the driver." He uncrossed his arms from where he had been lounging against the couch. Donatello was in his workroom furiously trying to find any little bit of information he could find on Familiars and demons.
"Mikey." Raphael growled.
"Falling and horses Raph." He said as Donatello stomped out of his workroom. He looked abstracted and frustrated.
"There is nothing," he grumbled. "I can't find any real information on exactly what a witches familiar is and does. And sure there is a ton of lore about demons, but none of it is helpful" He said in frustration. He began to pace back and forth as they all looked at him in concern.
Michelangelo felt his heart clench. Donatello had a choice, either he becomes a demon which may mean completely losing himself, or he dies. Michelangelo couldn't even contemplate the horror of that choice. At the moment he was hoping that Katherine would manage to somehow find a way to break the binding and save Donatello's life without making him a demon.
"Nightmare may figure out a way." Leonardo said softly.
Donatello blew out a breath. "I know Leo," he said. "But there is no information about what a Familiar actually does. They can be demons or faeries and they are supposed to protect and help the witch as they come into their powers. But it doesn't say anything else. That is it. Of course there is also nothing to tell me what I will become." He said softly. "I'm okay with it...but if we can stop what is happening and not kill me , then I'm not going to give up on that either."
Michelangelo walked over to his brother and gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Leo wants to go beat people up because he is feeling antsy about our date, wanna come?"
Donatello looked up at him and even smiled when Leonardo let out an affronted "Hey!"
Michelangelo had been curious about what had happened between Leonardo and Miriam. He supposed the fact that Leonardo had been willing to go out on a date with Katharine was most likely answer enough, but he could't actually ask his brother since Miriam was supposed to be a 'secret'. The only one who didn't know about her was Raphael and that was because after he and Donatello had followed Leonardo to Miriam's, they had thought it best not to confront their brother about her because word may get back to Raphael and that information may have had serious consequences.
Of course now they knew that Raphael had been suicidal for nearly 5 years. Raphael had been so sunk in the deepest depths of depression that there would have been nothing they could have said to him to make his depression any worse.
He had been devastated that Raphael had been willing to take his own life, and if Katherine hadn't beat the crap out of Raphael, he would have.
And so it was, that they were position overlooking a warehouse at 4:40 waiting for something to happen. He looked over at Raphael who was slightly pale and had a death grip on his sais. He could tell his brother was on edge. His face was tense, but focused. There was a spark in his eye that he had thought was gone for good.
"I hope we're going someplace with food." Raphael grumbled. Raphael's appetite had returned with a vengeance and he could almost hear Raphael's stomach growling. With starving himself for so long, Raphael didn't have the ability to eat large amounts at once, which meant he was almost constantly eating every couple of hours. After this Raphael would be starving.
Ten minutes later, right on time, a semi truck rolled up to the warehouse. The door opened and the truck rolled through the warehouse doors. It had been decided that they wouldn't attack the warehouse, but rather the truck that was going to leave the warehouse. Leonardo looked at Raphael and nodded. Raphael nodded back and slipped silently away. The plan was for Raphael to follow on his motorcycle. He was to follow in the truck. Donatello was to keep an eye on the warehouse and tell them the direction the truck was heading as well as make sure there weren't going to be any other surprises like extra backup following closely behind. Leo was going to follow on foot, keeping on roof level. He would follow in the truck.
Michelangelo followed Raphael as he headed for where they parked their vehicles.
He jumped in the truck and watched as Raphael put on his helmet. "You hear me Mikey?" He asked as Raphael's voice came into his headset.
"Loud and clear, Donny Leo you two there?" Michelangelo asked.
"Here Mikey, you had better get ready the doors are opening." Donatello said as Leonardo confirmed he too could see the white van that was pulling out of the warehouse.
Michelangelo started the engine and waited for directions from Donatello. Raphael suddenly took off and Michelangelo noticed the white van passing by him. He frowned because neither Donatello or Leonardo had said anything.
"Donny, Leo, what's going on?" Michelangelo said into his headset.
"There are multiple vans Mikey." Donatello said frustrated.
"One just went past me, Raph's gone after it." Michelangelo said as he put the truck into gear.
"Damn it Raph, what are you doing?" Michelangelo heard Leonardo shout.
"Gettin back on the horse." Raphael said.
Michelangelo stepped hard on the gas.
He heard Leonardo swear.
With Donatello's help he was able to get an idea of which direction the van was headed. They needed to get the van stopped before it either got to its destination, or before it got to a more populated part of the city. He decided to head the van off, gettig in front of it.
Michelangelo looked out his side window, seeign the truck come down a side alley he slammed on the brakes forcing the van to come to an abrupt halt. It looked as if the driver of the van had tried to lose Raphael, as he could see his brother just behind the van. The doors opened and goons began firing guns at his brother. It took a moment for the driver of the van to realize that he wasn't moving. The driver pulled out a gun and began firing at him. The bullets ricocheted off of the bullet proof glass and armoured siding.
His brother however was not so well protected. Raphael had ditched his bike and was using a dumpster as a shield.
"Leo! Raph's taking heavy fire, where are you?" Michelangelo yelled as Leonardo and Donatello landed on the roof of the van. Leonardo grabbed the surprised driver and hauled him out through the window while Donatello got a drop on the two firing from the back of the van. A shape loomed out from the back of the van hitting Donatello and knocking him to the ground.
Raphael jumped in and knocked one of the men unconscious. Leonardo had finished with the driver and was already helping Donatello and Raphael. They made short work of the three men in back and Donatello hopped into the driver's seat of the van.
Leonardo jumped in next to Donatello and Raphael managed to pick his bike up and fire it to life.
Michelangelo put the truck into reverse so his brother could drive the van out of the alley. Michelangelo followed and Raphael followed behind them.
They pulled into an abandoned parking lot and they congregated at the back of the van. They opened the doors and looked into the empty interior of the van.
Raphael punched the side of the van with his fist. "Damn it!" He swore.
Leonardo rounded on Raphael. "You were told to await my orders Raph, you weren't supposed to go after the van until I said so,"
"I saw the van I went for it. No one said that there was more than one van!" Raphael yelled back.
"Raph, you're bleeding." Michelangelo said as he watched his brother's jacket begin to turn red with blood.
Raphael looked down at his arm. "It's a scratch." He said with a shake of his head. "Let's get out of here." Raphael growled as he put his helmet back on his head. He angrily strode back to his bike and climbed on.
The bike roared to life. Leonardo looked like he wanted to argue, but couldn't. Leonardo stalked to the truck and got in.
The drive back to the lair was silent. Donatello looked distracted and Leonardo alternated between looking angry and worried.
Michelangelo looked at the clock. They weren't going to make it in time. It hadn't felt like they had been gone long, but according to the clock on the dash it was 6:56 pm.