A/N: I'm updating early because I'll be away for most of the day.

Sorry these chaps are a bit short.

Happy reading! :)


Chapter 27 -Conversation-

"Agent Bishop?"

"Bishop here."

"This is Serling. There's been a minor… glitch, in the plan, Sir."

"Glitch?"

"Kanar fired me this morning. I'm calling from his jet. I'm being returned to the United States."

"That is… unfortunate, Anne. We'd agreed you would remain in his employ."

"Yes, Sir. But I have news which will help you. The girl argued with her father. She ran off into the jungle. He sent the turtle out to search for her."

"That is… interesting. You may still be of use to me, Anne."

"Yes, Sir. Very good, Sir."

***

"April, can you find me a pencil?" Leonardo asked as they entered the Lair. April leapt up from the couch. Her red-rimmed eyes were still wet with tears of worry.

"Did you find him? Did you find Donatello?" she cried, rushing to Leonardo. "Is anyone hurt?"

"We're fine, April. Don wasn't there, but I might have a lead. I need a pencil."

"Of course. Here, I have one in my purse." Leonardo took the pencil from April's trembling fingers. He sat down on the edge of the couch and pulled the pad from his belt.

"Whatcha got der, Fearless?" asked Raphael, leaning over Leonardo's shoulder.

"Maybe a lead," said Leonardo. "When I was hiding in the lab, Bishop came in…"

"WHAT?" Raphael's shout made Leonardo jump. He scowled at Raph.

"He was on the phone. I heard him talking about Don, Raph. He wrote something down. It might be the clue we need."

"You had Bishop right der in fronta ya, and you didn't take 'im out?"

"If I had, I wouldn't have gotten this information," explained Leonardo patiently. He glanced at Michelangelo, who was standing quietly next to the couch. "And I could risk him summoning a small army of guards. We barely got out of there with all four of us before. I couldn't chance it with just the three of us."

Leonardo laid the pad on the table.

"I dunno what you t'ink you got der, Leo, but dat paper's blank."

"Watch." Leonardo gently ran the edge of the pencil over the paper. White lines began to appear, outlined with the pale grey layer Leo was carefully laying down.

"'New'rk… Eleven AM… Runway 38.' What's it mean, Leo?" asked Raphael.

"It's a flight out of Newark tomorrow at eleven AM," replied Leonardo, half to himself.

"Bishop's gettin' on a plane?"

"Where? Where's Donny?" asked Michelangelo.

"I don't know yet, Mike, but we're going to the airport. We'll have to get on that plane somehow. Bishop will take us to Don." Leonardo's eyes met his little brother's hopeful gaze. "I promise, Mikey. We're going to get our brother back."