Chapter 10
Results
The next night in the lair, the mutants had just finished their 'morning' training and most of them were heading over to the TV-area to either watch something or play video-games, it depended on who got the remote. Donatello, on the other hand, headed to his lab, and so did Sephie a few minutes later. She made sure that no one was within earshot before entering, just to be on the safe side.
"Have you found anything?" she asked the purple-masked turtle.
"I have, and I'm not quite sure what to make of it."
"Oh?"
"While Tyroth was showering yesterday, I took couple of swabs from his sword and ran them through the computer. Aside from very old remains of blood that he hasn't been able to clean, I found traces of fresh blood, his to exact."
"His own blood on his sword? How did it get there?"
"There are two possibilities. One, it could have splattered there when he was cut. Or two, it was transferred when his sword made contact with the weapon that cut him, like during a parry or attack. I did find something else that further strengthens the second theory, but it worries me."
"Really? Why? What did you find?"
"Microscopical metal fragments, most likely from his opponents weapon. That itself isn't that strange, but the fragments were of high quality steel, not something that you would find in the hands of Purple Dragons, but rather in the hands of the Foot."
"The Foot? Then why would he say that he fought the Purple Dragons? Do you think that they might have gotten their hands on Foot weapons?"
"Maybe, but the Foot are usually very thorough when cleaning up after our fights, so it is possible but unlikely."
"This doesn't make any sense. I don't like this, Donnie."
"Me neither."
"I guess there's no other choice then, we have to spy on him."
"That's not gonna be easy, his senses are very sharp, especially his sense of smell. However, I got another way that should work. I've made a program on my computer that can track the shell-cells without having to activate the emergency beacons. I can also remote control the shell-cells with it, so we can use it to make Tyroth's shell-cell call us and have it only transmit, not receive, so we can hear what he does without him knowing."
"That's perfect. You're brilliant, Donnie."
"It's nothing special, really." Donatello said with a blush. "As soon as he leaves, we'll start our little covert mission."
"I really wish that we didn't have to do this." Sephie sighed, feeling lousy about having to spy on her mate.
"And still you're going to go through with it." said a voice from the entrance to the lab. The two mutants instantly turned around and saw Leonardo, Raphael, Monalisa and Michelangelo standing just outside.
"What are you doing there? How long have you been there?" Sephie asked.
"I was going to ask if you wanted to participate in a game tournament." said Monalisa. "But when I hear what you two were talking about, I couldn't help but get the others."
"We've heard almost everything, and we want to help. You're not the only one that cares about Big T, Sephie." said Raphael.
"Speaking of whom, where is Tyroth?" said Donatello.
"He's in the guest-room, meditating." said Leonardo.
"What is going on here?"
The mutants stiffened. Behind them stood Splinter with a serious look on his face.
"Uh-oh, busted." said Michelangelo.
"Well?"
Sephie sighed, she had wanted to keep the others out of this, and though she was happy that they wanted to help, she didn't want them to get in trouble on her account.
"Please don't be angry with them, Splinter, this is all my idea." Sephie said, and explained what she had planned, how she asked Donatello for help and what they had found. Splinter stood silent and listened, he didn't speak until shortly after Sephie was done talking.
"Hmm… I am not angry with any of you, but I am disappointed that you would invade on Tyroth's privacy like this. However, since you are all concerned about him and want to help, I will let it slide, for now."
"Thank you, sensei." said Leonardo.
"But, should this prove to be nothing but a wild goose chase, you can all look forward to extra training and chores during the weeks to come."
"If we can help Tyroth, it will be worth it." said Raphael, and the rest agreed. Sephie smiled at how willing they were to help.
'They are true friends.' she thought. 'But if it turns out that Tyroth is only planing a surprise, I'll truly feel miserable for all of this.'
The entire lair now knows that something's wrong with Tyroth, and they will continue to spy on him for his own good. But will they found out the truth? And how will they react to it? More coming soon.