Shredder realized that there were no video cameras to keep him under
surveillance in the room where he had been locked up and so he decided to
get out. He looked at the door, which seemed to be old and, definitely,
easy to destroy. He waited for a moment and when he was absolutely sure
that nobody was in the corridor he kicked the door open.
"Okay, now you'll see what happens to those who dare to make me angry", he said.
He walked down the corridor and stopped in front of an unlocked glass door. The guard who was standing outside was armed and Shredder wasn't sure if he should just try it or go back. But he decided that no one would stop him from leaving now and pushed the door open.
The guard turned around and aimed his weapon at him. "Stop!", he yelled, but Shredder just stepped forward, kicked the small pistol out of the guards hands and knocked him out.
Looking around he realized that the room had no windows. He took the guard's keys opened the small door and went inside the other room.
Shredder waited for a second, then turned on the light. The neon light that shone down made one thing clear to him: That wasn't any kind of exit, he only had went in a garage.
He glanced at the five cars and his eyes widened in astonishment. A black Corvette attracted his attention. He walked closer, still staring at the car, which forced a memory to the surface...
* * * He was walking down a street and suddenly stopped to glance over his shoulder. The sound of squealing tyres made him turn his head. A black Corvette with yellow stripes on each side had stopped in front of him.
The young woman who had been driving, got out of the car. "Hey, if you want to commit suicide do it elsewhere, not in front of my car!", she napped at him, but then went on in a more moderate tone. "Everything okay? You look a bit nervous... any problems? If you're in a hurry I can take you somewhere."
Shredder looked at her and, remembering that the turtles were still on his track, replied: "Yes. Well... I'll tell you the route."
She nodded. "Alright. You'll see it's far faster than going by taxi and you don't have to pay", she said, while accelerating. * * *
Shredder couldn't believe it. He really knew the young lady, but what had been the connection between both of them? He had to find out more...
* * * "That's what I told you", the young woman said to Shredder, while waiting for a taxi in front of Heathrow Airport. "It'll take at least three weeks to complete it."
"Can't you do it a bit faster?", he asked.
"No, no, no!", she replied, looking at him. "You are too impatient. That's why you always fail, I guess."
"Definitely not!", Shredder replied angrily, grabbing the woman, who had turned to the street. "Listen, Samantha, it's that damn turtles - they are the reason for all the difficulties. If I taught you Ninjitsu you probably would develop an almost perfect fighting style..."
Samantha pushed him back. "Okay, that's enough! I don't want to hear this again. I respect your fighting skills, Shredder, but I don't want to have anything to do with your conquering-the-world-plans, okay? And, probably you will remember this next time, I have my own way of fighting."
"Alright", he said. "But I don't think it would impress the turtles very much."
"I wouldn't be so sure abut it", she replied, tossing her long, dark hair aside. "You don't know me, dear. You really don't know me."
Half an hour later they arrived at a hotel in the outer area of London.
"That's where you'll stay until I've finished the blueprints for what you ordered", she stated. "And don't forget: You have to pay..."
"Yes, I know. I have to pay 200.000 $", he broke in. "Do you have anything else in mind?! Money seems to be the only thing you care about."
"Well, there aren't many better things", she replied.
"Do you really think so?", he asked, closing the door of the hotel suite.
Samantha smiled. "Okay, there might be others...", she said, while unsnapping her bra.... * * *
Shredder gasped. Did he really have an affair with Samantha Sheperd?
"Okay, now you'll see what happens to those who dare to make me angry", he said.
He walked down the corridor and stopped in front of an unlocked glass door. The guard who was standing outside was armed and Shredder wasn't sure if he should just try it or go back. But he decided that no one would stop him from leaving now and pushed the door open.
The guard turned around and aimed his weapon at him. "Stop!", he yelled, but Shredder just stepped forward, kicked the small pistol out of the guards hands and knocked him out.
Looking around he realized that the room had no windows. He took the guard's keys opened the small door and went inside the other room.
Shredder waited for a second, then turned on the light. The neon light that shone down made one thing clear to him: That wasn't any kind of exit, he only had went in a garage.
He glanced at the five cars and his eyes widened in astonishment. A black Corvette attracted his attention. He walked closer, still staring at the car, which forced a memory to the surface...
* * * He was walking down a street and suddenly stopped to glance over his shoulder. The sound of squealing tyres made him turn his head. A black Corvette with yellow stripes on each side had stopped in front of him.
The young woman who had been driving, got out of the car. "Hey, if you want to commit suicide do it elsewhere, not in front of my car!", she napped at him, but then went on in a more moderate tone. "Everything okay? You look a bit nervous... any problems? If you're in a hurry I can take you somewhere."
Shredder looked at her and, remembering that the turtles were still on his track, replied: "Yes. Well... I'll tell you the route."
She nodded. "Alright. You'll see it's far faster than going by taxi and you don't have to pay", she said, while accelerating. * * *
Shredder couldn't believe it. He really knew the young lady, but what had been the connection between both of them? He had to find out more...
* * * "That's what I told you", the young woman said to Shredder, while waiting for a taxi in front of Heathrow Airport. "It'll take at least three weeks to complete it."
"Can't you do it a bit faster?", he asked.
"No, no, no!", she replied, looking at him. "You are too impatient. That's why you always fail, I guess."
"Definitely not!", Shredder replied angrily, grabbing the woman, who had turned to the street. "Listen, Samantha, it's that damn turtles - they are the reason for all the difficulties. If I taught you Ninjitsu you probably would develop an almost perfect fighting style..."
Samantha pushed him back. "Okay, that's enough! I don't want to hear this again. I respect your fighting skills, Shredder, but I don't want to have anything to do with your conquering-the-world-plans, okay? And, probably you will remember this next time, I have my own way of fighting."
"Alright", he said. "But I don't think it would impress the turtles very much."
"I wouldn't be so sure abut it", she replied, tossing her long, dark hair aside. "You don't know me, dear. You really don't know me."
Half an hour later they arrived at a hotel in the outer area of London.
"That's where you'll stay until I've finished the blueprints for what you ordered", she stated. "And don't forget: You have to pay..."
"Yes, I know. I have to pay 200.000 $", he broke in. "Do you have anything else in mind?! Money seems to be the only thing you care about."
"Well, there aren't many better things", she replied.
"Do you really think so?", he asked, closing the door of the hotel suite.
Samantha smiled. "Okay, there might be others...", she said, while unsnapping her bra.... * * *
Shredder gasped. Did he really have an affair with Samantha Sheperd?