CHAPTER THREE
THE FOOT HQ
NYC
Dinah Forrester threw the papers to the floor and kicked at the coffee table. She was in the living quarters of the HQ and had just been reading about her great-grandfather's death, which happened way before she even born.
Apparently, four mutant turtles and one giant rat were to blame and no one had ever seen them again since that night. It appeared that they had been in hiding ever since.
" Of course they'd go into hiding, they killed someone." Dinah muttered. Her father had given her the old newspapers clipping at her request. Dinah has been tracing her family roots and her family had originated from Japan.
Dinah had been born in NYC, USA, just after her grandfather died in 1989. She was now 24 and her need for revenge was getting stronger. She had never known her grandfather and because of this, she felt as though her ancestry had been stolen from her.
Those mutant freaks are still living, she thought to herself, and now that mutants can live among the humans, they should not be too hard to find.
However, despite the new law, mutants still prefer to keep themselves hidden from the world, afraid they would end up as guinea pigs-even though scientists are not allowed to touch them.
It seemed the mutants did not trust the humans as much as the humans did not trust the mutants.
If I were a mutant, where would I hide? Dinah wondered as she picked up the scattered papers and placed them back into their folders. The sewers would be a good choice, but she was not going to risk her health by going underground.
Just get your Foot to look for them. That's what they are here for, to help you with the nitty, gritty tasks, Dinah reminded herself. After her father died three years ago, his Foot Clan had been handed down to her-the eldest child. She was now their new Leader. The Foot Clan had been operating under Oruki Saki's family for many generations.
Dinah took out her cell phone and dialled-she was going to call Troy Hart, her right-hand man. He was the Commander of the Foot, the one in charge. She chose him because of his high intelligence, good organisational skills and does not take no for an answer. The rest of the Clan respected Troy too.
Troy was also a married man with three lively sons. Troy had kept his leadership with the Clan a secret from his family-they had no idea. Dinah wanted it that way. His personal life should never overlap his 'business' life with the Clan. His family thought he was a security guard for some big company that often explained his absence after dinnertime.
Troy arrived at the HQ less than ten minutes, thanks to New York's new monorail system.
" Good evening Troy," Dinah greeted the older man cordially, " I trust you had a pleasant evening?"
" Yes I did thanks." Troy's eyes flicked to the folders on the coffee table, " been busy I see?"
" I've been tracing my family history, and it came to my attention that my grandfather was killed-and I quote-in mysterious circumstances. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"
Troy shook his blonde head, " I don't know much about the Clan, and I really don't."
" The newspapers tell me some four mutant turtles and one giant rat were responsible, but disappeared after his death." Dinah paused and looked at him squarely in the eyes, " I have a task for you troy Hart-a task which must remain secret."
" I'm all ears."
" I want you to find out everything you can about these freaks of nature. Since mutants can live with humans, I figured they would not be too hard to find. Once you've found all four of them-and the rat-you are to tell me straight away."
Troy nodded, " I'll do my best. Do you have any pictures of these mutants?"
Dinah handed him a faded, black and white photograph of the four standing on a rooftop. Barely visible was a giant rat.
" It's not much, but it may help." Dinah said.
" Okay." Troy bowed before heading for the door. Before leaving, he glanced over his shoulder, " by the way, once I find them, what are you planning to do with them?"
" I'm going to kill them." Dinah answered bluntly.
* * *
" Are you sure that you saw him Raph?" Leo asked his brother. It was on the same night and Leo was on the phone with Raph who had given some news about his son-Raph reckoned he saw Tim running away from a warehouse at the docks about midnight.
" I'm almost positive-I know I saw Steven Hart and he and Tim are best buddies aren't they?"
" Well, yes, but that does not mean Tim was there. He was in bed, sleeping last night." Leo protested.
" Look, Leo I know what I saw. Tim was somewhere he was not supposed to be. And when I looked around, I saw empty booze bottles all over the ground. The kids had been drinking."
" That's impossible, Tim is only eighteen."
" Tim had been caught smoking once right? It's only natural for him to take to the drink as well."
" But where would he get the booze?" Leo was in despair. His youngest son was destroying his life.
" I don't know, but I think he might have a fake id." Raph pointed out, " I didn't want to get Tim into trouble, but I felt I had to tell you."
" Thanks…but you're not entirely sure you saw him."
" No, but I'm sure you can get a confession out of him-or Steve." Raph suggested.
" Maybe, but Steve wouldn't not dob his friend in."
" That's true. Listen, I gotta go, I'll call you later."
" Okay, thanks Raph." Leo hung up and walked slowly upstairs. What was Tim doing to himself? First smoking, now the booze.
Tim was not home, so Leo took the opportunity to have a quick look in his room. As a parent, Leo respected his son's privacy, but this was an emergency.
After a quick check, Leo didn't find anything incriminating. So maybe Raph was wrong, Tim had not been at the warehouse.
God I hope he's wrong, if he's right, I'd never forgive myself…
THE FOOT HQ
NYC
Dinah Forrester threw the papers to the floor and kicked at the coffee table. She was in the living quarters of the HQ and had just been reading about her great-grandfather's death, which happened way before she even born.
Apparently, four mutant turtles and one giant rat were to blame and no one had ever seen them again since that night. It appeared that they had been in hiding ever since.
" Of course they'd go into hiding, they killed someone." Dinah muttered. Her father had given her the old newspapers clipping at her request. Dinah has been tracing her family roots and her family had originated from Japan.
Dinah had been born in NYC, USA, just after her grandfather died in 1989. She was now 24 and her need for revenge was getting stronger. She had never known her grandfather and because of this, she felt as though her ancestry had been stolen from her.
Those mutant freaks are still living, she thought to herself, and now that mutants can live among the humans, they should not be too hard to find.
However, despite the new law, mutants still prefer to keep themselves hidden from the world, afraid they would end up as guinea pigs-even though scientists are not allowed to touch them.
It seemed the mutants did not trust the humans as much as the humans did not trust the mutants.
If I were a mutant, where would I hide? Dinah wondered as she picked up the scattered papers and placed them back into their folders. The sewers would be a good choice, but she was not going to risk her health by going underground.
Just get your Foot to look for them. That's what they are here for, to help you with the nitty, gritty tasks, Dinah reminded herself. After her father died three years ago, his Foot Clan had been handed down to her-the eldest child. She was now their new Leader. The Foot Clan had been operating under Oruki Saki's family for many generations.
Dinah took out her cell phone and dialled-she was going to call Troy Hart, her right-hand man. He was the Commander of the Foot, the one in charge. She chose him because of his high intelligence, good organisational skills and does not take no for an answer. The rest of the Clan respected Troy too.
Troy was also a married man with three lively sons. Troy had kept his leadership with the Clan a secret from his family-they had no idea. Dinah wanted it that way. His personal life should never overlap his 'business' life with the Clan. His family thought he was a security guard for some big company that often explained his absence after dinnertime.
Troy arrived at the HQ less than ten minutes, thanks to New York's new monorail system.
" Good evening Troy," Dinah greeted the older man cordially, " I trust you had a pleasant evening?"
" Yes I did thanks." Troy's eyes flicked to the folders on the coffee table, " been busy I see?"
" I've been tracing my family history, and it came to my attention that my grandfather was killed-and I quote-in mysterious circumstances. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"
Troy shook his blonde head, " I don't know much about the Clan, and I really don't."
" The newspapers tell me some four mutant turtles and one giant rat were responsible, but disappeared after his death." Dinah paused and looked at him squarely in the eyes, " I have a task for you troy Hart-a task which must remain secret."
" I'm all ears."
" I want you to find out everything you can about these freaks of nature. Since mutants can live with humans, I figured they would not be too hard to find. Once you've found all four of them-and the rat-you are to tell me straight away."
Troy nodded, " I'll do my best. Do you have any pictures of these mutants?"
Dinah handed him a faded, black and white photograph of the four standing on a rooftop. Barely visible was a giant rat.
" It's not much, but it may help." Dinah said.
" Okay." Troy bowed before heading for the door. Before leaving, he glanced over his shoulder, " by the way, once I find them, what are you planning to do with them?"
" I'm going to kill them." Dinah answered bluntly.
* * *
" Are you sure that you saw him Raph?" Leo asked his brother. It was on the same night and Leo was on the phone with Raph who had given some news about his son-Raph reckoned he saw Tim running away from a warehouse at the docks about midnight.
" I'm almost positive-I know I saw Steven Hart and he and Tim are best buddies aren't they?"
" Well, yes, but that does not mean Tim was there. He was in bed, sleeping last night." Leo protested.
" Look, Leo I know what I saw. Tim was somewhere he was not supposed to be. And when I looked around, I saw empty booze bottles all over the ground. The kids had been drinking."
" That's impossible, Tim is only eighteen."
" Tim had been caught smoking once right? It's only natural for him to take to the drink as well."
" But where would he get the booze?" Leo was in despair. His youngest son was destroying his life.
" I don't know, but I think he might have a fake id." Raph pointed out, " I didn't want to get Tim into trouble, but I felt I had to tell you."
" Thanks…but you're not entirely sure you saw him."
" No, but I'm sure you can get a confession out of him-or Steve." Raph suggested.
" Maybe, but Steve wouldn't not dob his friend in."
" That's true. Listen, I gotta go, I'll call you later."
" Okay, thanks Raph." Leo hung up and walked slowly upstairs. What was Tim doing to himself? First smoking, now the booze.
Tim was not home, so Leo took the opportunity to have a quick look in his room. As a parent, Leo respected his son's privacy, but this was an emergency.
After a quick check, Leo didn't find anything incriminating. So maybe Raph was wrong, Tim had not been at the warehouse.
God I hope he's wrong, if he's right, I'd never forgive myself…