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Miwa The Fifth Turtle Season Three – Episode Two: Road Trip Part I Arrival in Fission City
By
Celgress
High above the Eastern USA mid-June 2015, morning
"Are you okay sir? You look kind of green." A helpful female flight attendant asked Michelangelo. "Can I bring you anything for your queasiness?"
"Nah, I'm alright." Michelangelo lied. His voice weak. He was seated on the outside of the row. Like his four siblings, his mutant features were mainly hidden beneath a long grey trench coat and grey broad brimmed hat.
"He'll be okay. It's his time flying. He's just a little motion sick is all." Donatello said who was seated next to Michelangelo. "But thanks for your concern ma'am." The female flight attendant smiled and walked off to help other passengers.
"I think I'm gonna hurl." Michelangelo groaned once the female flight attendant was out of earshot.
"Cool it Mikey, or you'll blow our cover." Raphael who was seated beside Leonardo and directly ahead of Michelangelo warned.
"Raphael is right Mikey, try to keep quiet, okay? I know you're sick, but it's important we don't drawn any more attention." Leonardo said.
"Show some compassion guys," Miwa said rolling her eyes from her position beside Donatello next to the window "Mikey's clearly suffering."
"Sure he is." Raphael said sarcastically. "He 's a regular wilting violet, ain't ya Mikey?"
"Shut up," Michelangelo said.
"Raph you're impossible. Why do I even try." Miwa huffed. "I wish father and Mona we here. Perhaps they could talk sense into you."
"They stayed home to watch over the city in case the Foot Clan, Hobgoblin or any other criminals try anything in our absence." Leonardo reminded them. "We should be thankful they are there so we can track down the Shredder in peace."
"I can't believe that creep Hobgoblin is alive." Donatello said.
"Believe it," Miwa said. "Mona and I fought that scumbag atop the George Washington Bridge, and barely survived to tell the tale."
Raphael growled. "If he ever lays another filthy finger on Mona Lisa or you again sis, I'll make certain he's finished. He won't come back from what I'll do to him."
"That goes double for me." Leonardo said.
"And me," Donatello said.
"Ditto," Michelangelo said. "Nobody messes with our fam, nobody."
"Aw thanks bros," Miwa said a bit overwhelmed by the support. "That means a lot to me."
"I wonder what ol' shred head wants in Fission City?" Donatello asked changing the subject. Like most teenage boys of any variety the turtle brothers were not comfortable showing their emotions.
"Maybe he wants to work on his tan?" Raphael joked.
"Or take up surfing? I hear the Gulf Coast gets some gnarly waves in summer." Michelangelo added.
"Whatever the reason, I'd bet my shell Shredder is up to no good." Leonardo said. "And it's own responsibility to stop him."
To which the other turtles readily agreed. Preventing Shredder and his alien allies from conquering Earth had somehow become their life's mission. An almost divine purpose they wholeheartedly embraced. In fact, if given a choice they would not have it any other way.
A beach outside Fission City Texas, early afternoon
"W-What are we?" Lena Mack said wiggling her scaly green, webbed fingers experimentally in front of her yellow eyes. She turned her attention toward the surf where she spotted a frightening sight: five large anthromorphic shark creatures. One of which, the only female in the group, mirror her surprised expression.
"That gene slamming maniac will pay for this." John Bolton said examining his new self. He along with the others had reawaken a few minutes before to find themselves changed beyond recognition.
"Along with whatever he's done to dad." The altered Cooper Bolton reminded them. His voice full of bitterness.
"Halt, stay where you are!" One member of a pair of male police men who jumped out of a police jeep ordered. Each drew his sidearm in preparation for trouble.
Around the cops stunned beach goers stood back fearful of the mutants and what might occur next. One of whom had notified the authorities of the sharks' presence in the first place.
"The fuzz," Clint Bolton exclaimed. "Somebody must have dropped the hammer on us."
"Better book," Bobby Bolton said.
"Where to, we are on a beach? They have us trapped." Lena asked in a panic. He gaze darted about searching for an escape route.
"Duh, where else the ocean. We are sharks now, remember?" Clint said.
"Good point, I should have thought of that," Lena said.
"I hope we're good swimmers," Bobby said.
"Only one way to find out, c'mon!" John shouted gesturing toward the open sea.
"We repeat, halt or we'll shoot! This is your final warning!" The second cop ordered. Ignoring him the five shark mutants dove into the water a hale of bullets followed them.
"They got away." The first cop said kicking the sand in frustration.
"We better call this one in. Let the chief know we've got a mutant problem." The second cop said.
"Yeah," The first cop said. "Did you see the teeth on those things? I bet a bite from those things could do serious damage." At his words murmurs rose from the nearby crowd.
"Hush," The second cop said calming his overly exuberant partner before turning to the crowd. "There is nothing more to see here people. Please leave the beach. Allow us to do our job. Everything is under control."
Offshore
"Where to next?" Bobby asked John.
"We head home, gather our thoughts. Plan our next." John answered. He had always been a natural leader, as such he easily assumed a dominant planner position within the group.
"Then we make Paradigm pay." Cooper added to which everyone else readily agreed.
"Sounds good, race ya. Bye bye slowpokes," Lena said gliding away through the water. She was by far the fastest of the bunch and seemingly the most agile.
"Hey, wait up!" Bobby called after her followed by John, Clint and Cooper. Soon they were each in hot pursuit
Bolton House, less than half an hour later
"How did she beat us here by so much?" Bobby lamented as the Bolton boys entered their home only to find Lena there waiting.
Lena was sitting on the kitchen island eating an apple. She finished her snake noisily swallowing the entire fruit core and all. A toothy grin spread across her sharky face.
"What can I say? Just call me speedy, or better yet blitz, scratch that, Blitzy. It sounds more feminine. Yeah until we turn back I'm Blitzy." Lena aka Blitzy said.
"If we are picking cool aliases, I'll be Streex." Bobby said passing a hand over his finned back whic sported a purple pattern of stripes. "Even as a shark, I'm fine."
"Same old Bobby. Conceited as ever. A rose by any name, man." Clint snickered.
"Close your big mouth jabber jaws!" Streex said.
"Maybe I should jabber my jaws straight through your hide pretty boy eh I mean shark!" Clint threatened. "Just call me Jab from now on." The two proceeded to exchanged blows.
"Stop it," Cooper yelled slamming his fists into the floor. His action generated a highly localized, but intense tremor that both knocked everyone else present off their feet, including Blitzy off the counter top, and cracked the tile flooring.
"Wow calm down big fella." Blitzy said.
"Must have been 7.0 on the Richter Scale." Jab said.
"Impressive," John said. Absently he picked up a piece of broken tile which he torn apart with his massive teeth.
"Why did you do that?" Blitzy inquired of her fiancee.
"I don't know." John confessed. "I felt an urge."
"We should call you John the ripper and you Cooper, Big Slammu." Streex said.
"How about Ripster instead? Blitzy offered. "Ripper reminds me of Jack the Ripper. Which is not a good thing."
"I like it. Ripster it is." John said.
"Slammu, is also pretty nice." Cooper said.
At that point the sharks heard a door open. Their friend Bens, who was also one of their neighbors, rushed inside having been given a key by their father years ago. He was clearly excited.
"Guys are you here? I've been searching everywhere. The city is in an uproar. Five mutants were sighted on the beach this morning. There's talk of the mayor calling in the National Guard." Ben said.
Bens gasped when he beheld his transformed friends. He froze in his tracks. His mouth hung open.
"We've heard." Ripster said.
"Hi Bens," Blitzy said waving.
Rundown Hotel in Fission City
"I swear the dude who runs this dump is weirder than Count Dracula," Michelangelo said. A shiver ran through his body. "I bet he's Drac's long lost brother or maybe even uncle and sleeps standing up, in a coffin."
"It was the only place that had any vacancies on such short notice," Leonardo said defending his choice of hotel. "We should be happy we found this hotel. It's the busy season, and Fission City is right up there with Corpus Christi in terms of popularity as a summer time vacation sport."
"Next time I book our accommodations, Leo," Raphael said.
"When will the Turtle Van be arriving Donnie?" Leonardo said ignoring his red clad brother rather than engage in another of their typical, and legendary, physical confrontations.
"Should be here tomorrow," Donatello said.
"I still say 'Turtle Van' is a silly name," Miwa said. "We already carry "Turtle Coms". Must we use the word turtle in everything?"
"We're turtles, the name fits," Donatello said with a shrug. "Besides I rebuilt Hobgoblin's battle van after we retrieved it from the Hudson River, so I get to name it. Got a problem with that Mi?"
"Not in the least, dictator Don." Miwa fired back. She gave her brainy brother a mock salute. Donatello muttered something under his breath but otherwise let her slight pass without response.
"Donnie, how exactly are you paying to have the van flown down here?" Raphael asked genuinely curious. "Cargo planes ain't cheap."
"April's uncle owns a shipping company. She convinced him to send it here for free. She told him it was part of a school project or something I believe." Donatello explained.
"Once the van is here, we can drive on to Sunnydale if need be," Leonardo said. "Plus we can use the high tech gear and weapons to better deal with whatever happens in Fission City."
"Thank goodness, I don't think I could take another flight," Michelangelo said relieved.
"Here's hoping we put Chrome Dome away before then," Miwa said.
"Keeping our noses clean until the van comes and we find Shredder shouldn't be much of a problem, long as we sit tight," Leonardo said.
Leonardo sat on one of the twin beds that dominated the cramped room. On the opposite bed Michelangelo sat and picked up the TV remote. Michelangelo flipped through the channel line up offered, there were not many.
"True, place is dead enough. I think we're the only guests." Raphael said. "Should be a piece of cake."
"I prefer a piece of pie, pizza pie that is." Michelangelo joked. No one laughed. "You all suck." He sulked. This time time his siblings did laugh.
Another Room on the same floor
"I'll soon have the ancient incantation fully translated Master Shredder." Baxter Stockman buzzed happily waving the thick, dusty tome in the air.
"Excellent news Baxter, I knew I kept you around for a reason." Shredder said. "Stay here and continued work while Bebop, Rocksteady and I check on the progress of my other latest acquisitions."
"Yes master," Baxter buzzed burying his multifaceted eyes in the book.
Dr. Paradigm's old Power Plant Hideout on the outskirts of Fission City, later that afternoon
"Gee Dr. Paradigm what are you going to tell the Shredder when he arrives?" Slash hissed.
"Good question, he'll be angry when he finds out you don't have what he wants," Slobster correctly observed.
"None of your business!" Dr. Paradigm snapped.
"I'd be worried if I were in your shoes doc," Slash hissed.
"So would I," Slobster said. "Who knows how the Shredder could react."
"Silence Slash, Slobster," Dr. Paradigm said perturbed by the constant chatter of his mutated minions.
"You know I changed my name to Spike, doc. I hate Slash. Call me Spike." Spike said miffed by the callousness of his creator. He put his needle nose in the air and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Whatever, seviant simpleton! I couldn't care less what you call yourself!" Dr. Paradigm said. He had classified his unique strain of mutants seviants because they were, at least thus far, solely aquatic based. "I can rebound from my latest failure without incident! I'll show you both! Wait and see!"
"What failure," A deep voice which held an electronic edge inquired.
"Master, you've arrived early I see." Dr. Paradigm said turning around the face the Shredder. "I trust your trip was a pleasant one?"
"What failure, doctor?" Shredder repeated. To his right stood Rocksteady to his left Bebop. Each held a primed, ready laser rifle
"Oh that, um see I'm currently three mutants short of meeting the goal of ive. I'm afraid your team is not ready yet, master." Dr. Paradigm lied thinking fast.
"I am, disappointed, doctor," Shredder said.
"I greatly apologize master. If there is anything else I can do please do not hesitate to ask." Dr. Paradigm said groveling shamelessly out of fear mixed with naked ambition.
"How long is required?" Shredder said.
"For what my master?" Dr. Paradigm said dumbfounded.
"To finish the project of course, doctor." Shredder said. "To make three more appropriate mutants."
"A week," Dr. Paradigm offered offhand not sure what else to say given the situation. In truth he more blurted the figure out than anything else.
"Three days it is, but not a moment longer." Shredder said holding up three gloved fingers. On the end of each sizzled a spark of red colored electricity. "I shall return in three days time. Be ready or suffer the consequences, doctor." With a flourish of his cape he and his soldiers departed. Leaving a mortified Dr. Paradigm in their wake.
Dr. Paradigm was ready to trash his control room when a local news clip on one of the many monitors caught his eye. It detailed a sighting of five humanoid sharks by police officers on a local beach. "They're alive! My calculators were indeed correct!" He said with a grin. "Spike, Slobster assemble my prototype biomechanical battle suit! We're going trawling for shark." He commanded his voice rife with excitement.
"Really doc, they could be anywhere by now." Spike hissed. "What makes you think they'd stick around?"
"True, why waste our time? Shouldn't we be gathering new specimens for genetic manipulation?" Slobster commented.
"Short sighted fools! Have I taught you nothing?! I know exactly where they went." Dr. Paradigm said. "Back home, no doubt hoping their wayward father might return. They'll soon regret their latest show of sentimentality. Emotional entanglement of any type, be it romantically based, a familia bond, or a friendship, is a weakness. Ultimately only ruthlessness pays. Never forget that my minions. I'll enjoy teaching these sharks that lesson a second time."
To Be Continued
Author's Note -
I changed the swordfish mutant's name from Slash to Spike so as not to conflate him with the villainous turtle mutant of the same name. I felt leaving his name Slash would only prove confusing should I choose to use the turtle based character later on.