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II
"Boy, the Foot sure weren't expecting much of a fight out of her. Only four guys as opposed to the forty usually sent after us..." Donatello wiped is brow with the back of his hand.
"Plus two on the roof," Leonardo added. He glanced over to his youngest brother kneeling beside the fallen girl. "How's she doin' Mikey?"
"Not so good dudes. She got hit pretty hard on the head."
"Lemme see." Donatello dropped to his knees beside his brother and the silver-haired girl. She was unconscious but she was still breathing, which was a good sign. "Well, she's not dead. But let's at least get her out of the cold."
Raphael nodded and after checking the street for any more Foot, he opened a manhole cover and jumped in. Donatello passed the unconscious girl down to him, and the climbed down as well, with Michelangelo and Leonardo behind.
Once in the safety and relative warmth of the sewers, they placed the girl down on the ground and began searching her coat pockets for something—anything—to tell them who she was. Her pockets were empty, without even a receipt to tell them where she shopped.
"Her hair's awfully greasy," Don remarked. "She probably hasn't had a shower in a couple of days."
"Meaning she probably hasn't had a place to shower," Leo said, nodding. "Com'n. Let's take her back to the lair. That bump on her head looks pretty serious."
They headed back through the sewers to their home. Leo took the lead as usual, with Mikey right behind him carrying the girl. Don followed behind Mikey, and Raph took up the rear.
When they returned home, they found their sensei waiting up for them. The TV was on, turned to the nightly news. Their friend April O'Neil was doing a report on something to do with holiday shopping, but there was no time to pay attention. The girl in Michelangelo's arms was top priority.
"Who is she?" Master splinter asked as Mike and Don hurried the girl into the infirmary.
"She was attacked by some Foot soldiers, Master Splinter," Leo said, bowing in respect. "We do not know her name."
"Hey dudes!" Mikey called. "You gotta come see this! Quick!"
Leonardo, Raphael, and Master Splinter all exchanged looks and hurried to the infirmary. The girl had been placed on one of the beds. Donatello had removed her trench coat and without it, everyone could see that she had a tail. It was about three feet long and black. It resembled the tail a cat might have, but it seemed to be prehensile like a monkey's, for when Donatello reached out carefully to move it, it wrapped briefly around his hand. Everyone, including Master Splinter, exchanged astonished looks.
Splinter moved to the side of the bed and placed a hand on the girl's forehead. "She has a fever," he said. "I shall make some tea for her while you dress her wounds, Donatello. The rest of you, allow brother room to work."
The other three turtles backed up a few feet, but did not leave the room with their master. Instead they watched as Donatello carefully applied something to the girl's head and then wrapped some cloth strips around it.
"What do you think they wanted from her?" Raph asked after a few minutes of silence.
Everyone shrugged.
As he shrugged, Donatello caught sight of a silver chain around the girl's neck. He pulled on it, and out from under her shirt came a silver cylinder. It was about three inches long and half an inch in diameter. Symbols in ruby and emerald shone brightly on the surface. The chain wasn't long enough to fit over the girl's head, and curiously, Donatello saw no clasp or other way to get it off the girl's neck.
"Maybe old Shred-Head wanted this?" Donatello suggested as he took the cylinder in his hand. His fingers closed around it, and the girl's hand suddenly flew up and grabbed his wrist. Her eyes remained closed.
"Rambada Sashitaka Mettlean!" she whispered, sounding as if she were in pain.
In surprise and fright, Donatello allowed the cylinder to slip from his hand. As soon as it left his grasp, the girl's hand fell limp from his wrist and landed by her side on the bed. She remained unconscious.
"I guess she doesn't want you to touch her necklace," Rap snorted.
II
"Boy, the Foot sure weren't expecting much of a fight out of her. Only four guys as opposed to the forty usually sent after us..." Donatello wiped is brow with the back of his hand.
"Plus two on the roof," Leonardo added. He glanced over to his youngest brother kneeling beside the fallen girl. "How's she doin' Mikey?"
"Not so good dudes. She got hit pretty hard on the head."
"Lemme see." Donatello dropped to his knees beside his brother and the silver-haired girl. She was unconscious but she was still breathing, which was a good sign. "Well, she's not dead. But let's at least get her out of the cold."
Raphael nodded and after checking the street for any more Foot, he opened a manhole cover and jumped in. Donatello passed the unconscious girl down to him, and the climbed down as well, with Michelangelo and Leonardo behind.
Once in the safety and relative warmth of the sewers, they placed the girl down on the ground and began searching her coat pockets for something—anything—to tell them who she was. Her pockets were empty, without even a receipt to tell them where she shopped.
"Her hair's awfully greasy," Don remarked. "She probably hasn't had a shower in a couple of days."
"Meaning she probably hasn't had a place to shower," Leo said, nodding. "Com'n. Let's take her back to the lair. That bump on her head looks pretty serious."
They headed back through the sewers to their home. Leo took the lead as usual, with Mikey right behind him carrying the girl. Don followed behind Mikey, and Raph took up the rear.
When they returned home, they found their sensei waiting up for them. The TV was on, turned to the nightly news. Their friend April O'Neil was doing a report on something to do with holiday shopping, but there was no time to pay attention. The girl in Michelangelo's arms was top priority.
"Who is she?" Master splinter asked as Mike and Don hurried the girl into the infirmary.
"She was attacked by some Foot soldiers, Master Splinter," Leo said, bowing in respect. "We do not know her name."
"Hey dudes!" Mikey called. "You gotta come see this! Quick!"
Leonardo, Raphael, and Master Splinter all exchanged looks and hurried to the infirmary. The girl had been placed on one of the beds. Donatello had removed her trench coat and without it, everyone could see that she had a tail. It was about three feet long and black. It resembled the tail a cat might have, but it seemed to be prehensile like a monkey's, for when Donatello reached out carefully to move it, it wrapped briefly around his hand. Everyone, including Master Splinter, exchanged astonished looks.
Splinter moved to the side of the bed and placed a hand on the girl's forehead. "She has a fever," he said. "I shall make some tea for her while you dress her wounds, Donatello. The rest of you, allow brother room to work."
The other three turtles backed up a few feet, but did not leave the room with their master. Instead they watched as Donatello carefully applied something to the girl's head and then wrapped some cloth strips around it.
"What do you think they wanted from her?" Raph asked after a few minutes of silence.
Everyone shrugged.
As he shrugged, Donatello caught sight of a silver chain around the girl's neck. He pulled on it, and out from under her shirt came a silver cylinder. It was about three inches long and half an inch in diameter. Symbols in ruby and emerald shone brightly on the surface. The chain wasn't long enough to fit over the girl's head, and curiously, Donatello saw no clasp or other way to get it off the girl's neck.
"Maybe old Shred-Head wanted this?" Donatello suggested as he took the cylinder in his hand. His fingers closed around it, and the girl's hand suddenly flew up and grabbed his wrist. Her eyes remained closed.
"Rambada Sashitaka Mettlean!" she whispered, sounding as if she were in pain.
In surprise and fright, Donatello allowed the cylinder to slip from his hand. As soon as it left his grasp, the girl's hand fell limp from his wrist and landed by her side on the bed. She remained unconscious.
"I guess she doesn't want you to touch her necklace," Rap snorted.