Takes place during chapters 44 - 51 in "Realities Collide".
Leonardo was furious. He didn't feel the winter cold as he paced this field, knocking anyone in the mouth who couldn't get out of his way fast enough. Again they had made a fool out of him! They had escaped by using children. Children! Beaten by little snotty nosed brats...and a printer! He hadn't even caught a glimpse of the turtle or the damn rabbit! One man made the mistake of walking too close and again Leonardo's fist lashed out, knocking him away.
And to make matters worse, go figure, they had all escaped through the portal to here! They were out there in those woods...somewhere... But he couldn't focus on that now. Spencer had come from home to inform them that the device Donatello had started was complete and they needed this power source over here to power it. The Master had made his instructions very clear, grab it and bring it back. They needed it to power the large portal, that would open into various military bases, at the same time. So far, none of these portals have been able to open more than one doorway, but if they could just get their hands on this power source and figure out a way to duplicate it, enlarge it, the potentials were limitless. Bishop's world would easily fall.
That is what he should be concerned about...not that he had a damn printer dropped on his head! "Where is it?" He finally snapped at Donatello who was calmly scanning nearby.
"It's about 50 feet down."
"How in the hell are we supposed to get to that? I'm not sure the drill Bishop so stupidly provided us will be able to reach it." If it worked as good as his troops, the stupid thing would probably blow up once they turned it on.
"I don't know. You just told me to find it and I did. Getting it out is your problem."
"Your mouth is getting as big as your brain. I'm about ready to do something about it." He snarled at his brother, not in the mood to deal with his mouth right now. He still had a damn headache.
"Go ahead, please do, then you can figure out how to activate the crystal's energy own your own." He calmly answered, not looking up from his work.
"Please the machine is already set up. Your involvement is pretty much over now." Leonardo scoffed.
"Keep thinking that. Do you actually think I would give you all of the information? I'm not that stupid. Master Shredder taught me better than that." He smirked back. "You try and activate the thing without me and it will blow up in your face."
"Well the piece of shit better work, or I will have your damn head." Leonardo glared at him.
"Oh, please. Your insults are childish, of course it will work, I'm not sure if the Master's plan will though. Our counterparts are proving to be more difficult than we thought at first."
"I'm not worried about them." Yeah, he couldn't even believe that though. They beat him with a damn printer! He was very worried about them, but refused to admit that to Donatello. "It's only a matter of time before they slip up. They are trapped here with no way home, with an injured woman and two brats, they are bound to do something drastic here soon. He cares to much about her to think straight."
"You already underestimated him once, even the woman." He chuckled. "Hows the cheek?"
"Shut your god damn mouth before I shut it for you..." Leonardo snarled at him again. Would he ever live that down? Apparently not...
"Still sensitive I see. My point is, they are very resourceful and still could be a threat to the Master's plan."
"I doubt that. Once we have the crystal they will be unable to do anything. We will leave and shut the portal behind us. Let them rot here."
"What's the matter? You don't want to face him again? I thought you would be out there hunting them."
"Oh, I'm not done with him, but the Master made his wishes very clear." If he was only as confident as he sounded right then. He was beginning to wonder if he could defeat this unusual group... "We get the crystal then go. Even I'm not that foolish as to go against his wishes. I'll come back for him, and the tramp, after we help the Master obtain control of the city. Once this portal is open nothing will be able to hold back the army he'll be able to bring through it." Not to mention that the Master wanted him to get rid of the counterparts...he didn't specify on how. Stranding them here would work just as well as killing them off.
"We have a problem." Raphael told them as he jogged closer. "Stupid and I were escorting the drill here and found some of the troops out in the woods not far from here. They had been taken out and stripped. It had to have been them."
Leonardo felt very smug about that, now they knew approximately where they were at. Maybe it could be done after all... He turned back to Donatello. "See, I told you they would slip up. Raphael take about two squads with you and see if you can flush them out. Get your hands on the women and children if you can, they will make sure those fools stay nice and docile."
Raphael just nodded before he rounded up some men. A few minutes later he was leading a decent sized group away from the main cluster out here in the field.
Leonardo watched as his brother and the men following him disappeared into the the woods, a feeling of unease hitting him. Why was he so nervous all of a sudden? He looked around, trying to find anything that warranted his feelings, when his eyes found the ditch. I was a plain old crack in the ground with water running along it but it had his inner alarms blaring. His eyes narrowed as he pulled out a katana before slowly advancing on it, then in a sudden rush leapt into it...and found it empty.
His eyes searched for anything that set off these feelings, but found nothing. Until he found a bush growing out of the side of the ditch, with a few small branches that had been recently broken. Very recently he noticed as he rand a careful finger over it. The break spot was still moist. His eyes snapped back in the direction it ran, cursing like hell. They were ninjas, very well trained ones, and could have very well listened in on the earlier conversation without being detected.
He flipped back out of the ditch and grabbed the first man he could get his hands on and pulled him close to him, snarling in his face. "Get two more squads and follow my brother. They may have heard us and are taking steps of their own. Find them before they can! Donatello! With me!" He didn't even give the man time to respond before he took off running, towards the drill that was even now lumbering through the forest.
Even as quick as they were, they weren't quick enough. By the time they caught up to the drill, Michelangelo and the men under his command were already flipping over a felled tree in front of the drill to engage the other Leonardo and that damn rabbit. How he wished some big ass Elmer Fudd would just come and shoot that damn rabbit!
And his idiotic brother didn't see the other Donatello swing into the cab of the drill! Why was he surrounded by incompetent idiots! Why? It wasn't until the drill's driver was knocked noisily out of the cab that his dimwitted brother caught on.
"You couldn't figure out that's what they were after the whole time!" Leonardo roared in frustrated fury as Michelangelo scurried back up the drill.
"That's what happens when you leave Mikey in charge of anything. Your the idiot if you can't figure that out. And your Mikey is even dumber than ours." The blue eyed pain in Leonardo's ass smirked as he easily cleared the men out that were surrounding him and his rabbit sidekick.
Donatello completely ignored the two figures by the downed tree and went right up after their brother. But they were just as quickly knocked back off again as their Raphael came swinging in like some green Tarzan on steroids, knocking both of them off of the drill right as their Donatello came diving back out of it. Leonardo didn't even have time to engage these interlopers before they just turned and ran. Leonardo soon found out why when the whole damn drill exploded, sending him flying back into the forest.
He hit the ground hard from the shockwave, but was back on his feet, seething with rage, just a moment later...but they were already gone. With a roar of fury he took his katana and buried it into the nearest soldier who was struggling to get up, making him go back down, permanently. Then took the head off of another who stood up a few feet away. "Find them!" He roared at the rest of the stunned men. "I want them found and I want them dead!"
They all tripped over themselves as they scrambled to get away from him as fast as they could. Except for the one he grabbed by the back of the shirt before he could run off. "You! You go back to Bishop and tell him to send another drill. I don't care how he does it or where he gets it from but get me another damn drill out here or I will rip you open and leave your damn intestines hanging in the trees to feed whatever passes for buzzards in this damn hell hole!"
He let the man go and he fell over a few times because his legs were shaking so damn hard. It took him about ten tries, and a frustrated throw of a kunai at him that lodged into a tree next to his head, before he got himself under control enough to go deliver the message.
Leonardo was shaking in fury as he watched the man go. His brothers hesitantly approached the enraged turtle as he stood there, fuming. But it was their presence that actually calmed him...somewhat. These failures could not keep happening! If they did not get this power source or eliminate these turtles, it was their lives on the line. If they failed at this, then they failed at living. There was no way any of them could return back home with the news and expect to live the rest of the day. He was furious at these turtles and their meddling ways was putting their own lives in jeopardy! Endangering the lives of his brothers he had sworn his father he would protect!
Stunned he froze at that thought, his eyes wide. He just realized exactly what he had been thinking. He didn't want to do this because his Master wished it from him, like so many other missions. He was doing what he was doing to protect his brothers, who hated him, because of a promise made to his father who had died years ago... When had that long forgotten promise become more important than fulfilling his Master's wishes? When had pleasing the dead, because he knew his father would have frowned upon the deed, make him risk his own life by letting those children live? Why could he kill these heartless men under Bishop's command, but could not slay one woman who stood in his way when he had the chance? Why was he so scared of facing these other turtles now? Was it because he couldn't beat them? Or was it because...they let him see glimpses of a better way? But what troubled him the most was...he knew the answers to all of those questions, and they weren't what his Master had spent years beating into him...