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Rin removed and crushed the device in her hair. The man coming down the alley froze. Then he strode her way again.
Rin looked up. She began to climb the stairwell. She kept her movements smooth and silent. She kept to the darkest shadows she could. She swung up onto the rooftop without a sound her own ears could hear. What she did hear was large, if careful, feet on the fire escape.
She ran across the rooftop and jumped to one across a narrow alleyway from it. She turned and saw him on the rooftop running at her to do the same. She turned and kept going. There was nowhere to run though, he could not follow. She grit her teeth as the pursuit went on several minutes.
He had longer legs. He had more stamina. She did not want to fight him when he had tracked her down prepared for one with her. She needed to find an edge. She had to trap him.
She swung over the edge of a roof, went down another fire escape, and dropped into another alley. She dashed to a manhole cover and pulled it up. She could hear Gordy coming down the fire escape. She went down the ladder into the sewers and left the manhole cover off for him.
Only one other warrior probably knew the sewer lines like she did now. And the man behind her was not him. She hoped though Yoshi never had to know of this.
. . .
Hours later, Yoshi crept through the sewer system having left the turtles asleep after a full meal. He searched for things to help him continue outfitting their new home for civilized living. He also mapped the sewers in his mind.
Then he stopped and sat up. He sniffed the air. Gunsmoke? Why was there the smell of gunsmoke in this place? Who would shoot a gun down here?
He followed it to a chamber of old stone masonry. It was mostly filled with tools and supplies abandoned for some reason. Yoshi glanced around. There, in the midst of twisted metal, nails, bits of marble, were footprints of large and small feet, along with blood drops.
Yoshi's eyes went wide. He stooped down and sniffed the brown, dries liquid. His ears and head went up. Rin. And the blood of a man he didn't know. He glanced around. Bullet holes were in the walls along with a throwing star, no two, and a kunai.
Yoshi's ears went back. His eyes grew larger. He began to truly search the area. He found no bodies, but two separate trails of blood that led back up a ladder and to a manhole on the street.
It was daytime aboveground. He couldn't be seen. Yoshi went back to the room he'd originally found the blood in. He examined the area even more carefully, but deciphered little else other than Rin had struggled with a man taller and larger than her by the length, width, and depth of the man's footprints, and both had made the other bleed.
His heart squeezed in on itself slightly at the thought of Rin facing such a foe alone. Finally, he sat up and glanced over his shoulder looking the way they must have gone hours before to an unknown fate. He wanted to believe Rin had survived. This surprised him a little. He also had to admit a foe larger, stronger, and who had apparently survived multiple attacks by her and shot a gun at her, though. He wondered how the turtles would take it if she never returned to them. His ears and heart sank.
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