Disclaimer: I own nothing but Brianna and this story idea.
Ch. 6 – Closing In
Foot Headquarters
"Come closer," An old, feeble man in a wheelchair, said to a young man in a black pajama-like suit. The young man cautiously approached the elder.
"HOW STUPID DO YOU THINK I AM!" The man in the wheelchair bellowed at the younger man.
"No, Master Shredder, not at all. But I assure you, what I told you about the girl, is true," Unbeknownst to the turtles, their archenemy had survived the pier falling on him. Barely survived that is. For now he was confined to a wheelchair with no use of his legs or arms. The t.g.r.i. ooze had aged him considerably. His once jet black hair was now white and falling out. And his once smooth skin was all wrinkled like a seventy year-old man. If it wasn't for the scar on his face from that fateful night many years ago in Japan, no one would even recognize this man in the wheelchair as the notorious Shredder.
"It had better be. 'Cuz if its not, I'll skin you alive," Shredder seethed at the foot ninja.
"Excuse me, Master Shredder, but what do you plan to do with this freaky girl?" One of the foot asked.
"If she's as strong and as powerful as he says, then I will use her to destroy those damn turtles!" A chorus of voices rang out cheering on Shredder's plan to bring down the turtles. One curious voice spoke out, above the crowd and asked, "What if she is friends with the turtles? How will we get her to destroy them?"
"Doesn't matter," A nerdy-looking guy with big-rimmed glasses and a lab coat said as he entered the room.
"Is it done?" Shredder impatiently asked.
"Yes, but it needs to be tested," The nerdy guy answered as he held up a small device between his thumb and forefinger.
"Great. I have found the perfect test subject," Shredder mischievously said.
"Report. What have you found?" The bald, middle-aged man in a military captain's uniform, in a room with white walls, white floor, and white ceiling with sophisticated computers asked another officer.
"Subject 23X has apparently fled into the sewers. Sir," The junior officer responded while saluting his superior.
"The sewers? Has your team located Subject 23X yet, Lt. Nitwite?"
"Not yet. Sir. The sewers cover her tracks almost completely, sir,"
"How hard can it be? She's wounded for crying out loud!"
"Yes, but she heals faster than any of us do, Capt. Carter," A scientist said as he caught the last part of the conversation. Capt. Carter looked at him before turning his attention back to his junior.
"Go out and find Subject 23X and don't come back without her!" He shouted as the younger officer hurriedly left the room.
April arrived home to find Casey on the couch, watching TV and sipping his beer, and Brianna in the kitchen engrossed with the uno cards. She rolled her eyes at her boyfriend who simply gave her a 'hey babe' look when she walked in with her hands full of groceries. As she sat them down on the table she welcomed Brianna to her apartment and told her not to mind Casey. While the two girls were putting away the food, Brianna asked, "How come you're friends with the turtles?"
"Well, they're pretty cool guys. They act just like any other normal human being. Plus they've helped saved my life on occasion," April replied. Brianna gave a slight nod and a slight 'o' formed in her mouth.
"Hey gorgeous, watcha get?" Casey asked as he walked into the kitchen and tried to kiss April. She pushed him away and told him that was what he gets for not helping her put the stuff away earlier.
"Aww c'mon babe, you know I love to watch cops. If you would've come in during the commercial, I would've helped ya," He said while slyly putting his arms around her waist. April smiled and replied, "Mmm yea sure," and turned to allow him to kiss her.
After a few moments of this display of affection, Brianna cleared her throat, letting the couple know that she was still here.
"Is there a place where I can rest? I'm rather tired," Brianna stated as soon as she had their attention.
"Oh, yes. I'm sorry for being so rude. Here, I'll go show you where everything is," April said as she left Casey's side and proceeded to give Brianna a small tour of the apartment.
Man, do these sewers ever stink! Why did that girl have to go down here? How in the world did she even breathe! Just when Lt. Nitwite was about to abandon the search and retreat back up to the surface, a uniformed man apparently lower rank than he was, approached.
"Sir," the uniformed man replied while saluting, "we've tracked Subject 23X down some more tunnels. I think we're getting closer,"
"Excellent. Alright then, we keep going until Subject 23X has been found," And with that the small group of military men and their tracking devices continued down the sewer tunnels, getting closer and closer to the turtles' lair.
After murking through the sewer water down even more tunnels, the men finally came upon what appeared to be a dead end.
"The trail, stops here, sir," One of the men called out to Lt. Nitwite.
"Well, she's not here so it can't have just stopped there! This is a dead end! Now, where is she?" He replied in utter confusion. How could the trail just stop without us running into her? Arg, I hate all this scientific crap!
"Sir! I think I found something!" The third man called out as he peered over a strange opening in the sewer floor. The other two men rushed over to see what it was.