CHAPTER TEN
Outside, the remaining Turtles were trying to get inside, and were arguing intensely with the butler at the front of the door.
"Don't you hear the commotion going on in there? There's people that want out and you're barricading them. They're asking you 'Jeeves', to open the door, if you don't , well, that brings a whole new meaning to the phrase 'the butler did it'" complained Raphael.
"This is not your concern. The present trouble will not take long to dissipate. Remain calm and wait for your friends to emerge" The Butler advised.
"Emerge in what? Body bags?" Raphael continued, and jabbed his finger in the Butler's chest, "You seem to be hard of hearing, so I'll point it out to you...someone in there means business and we're more than capable of taking trans-action. Let us in, or you're going to be ringing out for his master's voice courtesy of the biggest wet wily this finger of mine can take"
The Butler brushed Raphael's finger aside and began to suddenly grow in size, his clothes ripped apart, his face melted away, revealing a blank robotic feature with an infra-red scanner beaming it's light onto the startled Turtle's face.
"Now look what you've made me do" he said, "I must now you insist you leave the premises...in pieces or under your own power is entirely up to you"
"We're not afraid of you" Leonardo said in defiance.
The robotic butler's infra-red scanner glowed brighter and brighter, the Turtles feeling the heat, it became painfully obvious the sight served as some kind of energy weapon. It fired several warning shots, scorching the ground beneath the Turtles' feet and causing them to hotfoot slightly over the lawn.
"It would be wise to depart now" the robot cautioned, still maintaining his upper class accent despite his remarkable appearance.
"Alright Turtles, time to ditch the formalities" Leonardo instructed, and removed his late evening wear
"Aw, just when I was getting all toasty in these" Michelangelo remarked, before obeying Leonardo's command.
As the two Turtles unveiled their weapons and tried to score some direct hits on their colossal adversary, Raphael looked around, putting his mind to work.
"Raphael, where are you? You're needed" Leonardo said as he dodged another blast, trying to cut the robot's arm off with a well aimed stab of his katana blade, the robot swatted him aside and aimed its deadly laser vision at him, Michelangelo approached him, forming a shield of sorts and held his nun-chucks high to try and deflect the blasts. The laser fire cut through the chain linking the two sticks together, separating them
"Hey, that's my favourite pair, always joined at the hip" Michelangelo protested. The Butler fired another shot, Michelangelo somersaulted to avoid it and landed next to Leonardo, the two made a run for it as the blasts continued to rain down on them, each shot just a few inches behind them.
Watching this all unfold was Raphael, who looked at every corner of his surroundings.
"Ok, a big elite mansion, a good and tidy garden...what do you commonly find around here to keep this patch of land in tip-top shape?" he thought to himself. Suddenly, he spotted something useful
Leonardo and Michelangelo ran up to the windows of the mansion. Both were cornered as the butler's deadly targeting device closed in on them.
"What are you thinking?" Leonardo asked Michelangelo
"I could do with a hug right about now" Michelangelo replied
"Oh no, you're not reminding me of that little group huddle during our skirmish on Turtle Prime" Leonardo replied, "You want a close call like that, ask your girlfriend"
As both Turtles wondered what was taking Raphael so long, the robot prepared to close in.
Suddenly, it stopped, not knowing what kind of move to make. The Turtles were confused.
"I must not damage the windows. The master is not insured" it said, and backed away.
As it turned around, it was sprayed with a large quantity of H20 coming from a combination of a sprinkler and a water hose used by Raphael. Short-circuiting, it exploded in a shower of sparks, sending many of its components in all direction.
"They never do waterproof these things" Raphael remarked.
Realizing quickly where their priorities lay, the Turtles all dashed back to the front door and tried opening it to no avail. Leonardo examined a small keypad attached to the door.
"It requires some kind of access code to enter" Leonardo said.
"So how are going to get in?" Raphael asked
Michelangelo, having a hunch, walked back over to where the robotic butler had met its fate, and scooped its dismembered head up in his arms
"He said his master wasn't insured for these windows...well I think from all that commotion I can hear, he's trying to ensure destruction of some kind, so let's shatter that nasty notion" he said, and with one well-aimed throw, threw the robot's head into the stainless glass window, shattering it and providing the Turtles with an opening.
"Just mind yourself going in, I don't want to have a real cut above the rest" Michelangelo said, pointing to his body. The Turtles laughed and carefully clambered through the window into the packed and panicked mansion.
No sooner than they got in, they found themselves under attack from the female fly, who opened fire on them with her gun. She hovered over them, taunting the trio with a maniacal laugh
"You weirdoes aren't stealing our thunder, we crashed this party first" she yelled.
"Good grief, is that..." Leonardo began as he took note of the fly's appearance, looking at her tattered looking dress.
"...Baxter?" Raphael concluded for him.
"Woah dude...I don't know when you decided you liked a bit of skirt, but if it helps, I respect your lifestyle choices" Michelangelo commented.
"What did you call me?" the female fly said, having stumbled on a clue to her identity that was lost to her memory.
"Don't you recognize us?" Leonardo said, "We're the Turtles"
"Yeah, we're like, your mortal enemies" Michelangelo added
Raphael dismayed at that answer.
"Oh yeah, perfect strategy Mike, gal doesn't have a clue who we are and you give her all the reason in the world to indulge in her current confusion" he said.
The fly touched down and advanced towards them, shaking her head as erratic visuals of previous conflicts came to her, visions of a life she served unified as one whole being
"You're making me remember things...nothing but pain, humiliation, things that I thought were only ever possible with marriage...I must rid myself of these thoughts, and I'll start by ridding myself of you" she hissed.
"Hey, back off of them sister" came a voice from behind her. The fly turned around, the Turtles looked on with ecstatic looks. It was April.
"Get back behind your little camera and relay a pretty picture in the midst of all this grizzly scenery you little bimbo" the fly taunted.
"Did you hear the latest? The coverage these days really strikes a chord with the viewer" April said, and with a fierce roundhouse kick, knocked the gun out of the female fly's hand and brought her knee crashing up into her chin
"Alright babe, you really absorbed those lessons" Michelangelo commented
"Not as thoroughly as that she-fly absorbed my reflexes" April said
"Now all we need do is find Donatello in this crowd" Leonardo said, realizing it would be harder than it seemed with parts of the crowd scattering in several directions, and some getting so worked up they were running around in circles.
Raphael looked upwards, and quickly pointed something out, the remaining Turtles rose their heads, and saw Donatello, his human guise now off, holding on to Irma's legs as she was hoisted up in the air by the muscular male fly, heading towards the balcony where Professor Sagan was awaiting her.
" "I think Donny's got a hold of the situation" Raphael observed.