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Mikey carried on with his noiseless spying, trying to pick up as much information as he was able to. He still contained the basic gist of what the Purple Dragon had in store, but the details were hard to make out and, not to mention, risking Michelangelo his life to be so close to a gang of men that easily out numbered him.
For the few brief moments when the thunder did stop and the wind died down, Mike could pick up a few short sentence. 'Whoever these dudes are gonna get, they're sure gonna get 'em good!' Mike realized. He had to stop them, or at least try. Reaching for his nunchuckus, Michelangelo's elbow hit against one of the garabage cans, making a clanging noise against the metal.
He froze. Barely breathing as Dragon Face hushed his group so he could listen for the source of the bang. His appearance was hard as stone as he turned it slightly to the right, facing his ear in Mike's direction. Slowly, Dragon Face stepped towards the trash cans that hid Michelangelo from the rest.
Peering among the rubbish, Dragon Face laid his eyes upon Mikey, a humorously eerie grin creeping onto his face. "Well, well, well..."
"Well what, tattoo face?" Mikey snapped as he stood to face his rival.
Amused by the bravery of the lone teenager, Dragon Face stood where he was, arms crossed in front of his chest with the same dreadful smile plastered on his face.
"You seem so confident for being so single-handed." he said.
Mikey stood glaring at the tattooed mug of his opponent. "If you think I'm scared, dude, you're way beyond wrong!"
With a slight raise of his eyebrow Dragon Face broke into an unmistakable beam of joy. "That'll soon change."
He snapped his fingers and the group that had once been surrounded around their leader, now rapidly made their way behind Dragon Face.
"Don't worry," Dragon Face said. "We'll tell your sensei goodbye for you."
As the weather started to clear, Donatello was able to make out the words on the street signs and names of the buildings in the area. Gazing into the velvety black sky, he was filled with ecstasy at the sight of the diamond like stars above his head.
'At least now Mike won't have a reason to be scared.' Don thought
His quest to find his younger brother hadn't been successful. He was still alone and without a clue as to where Mikey was. He assumed that if Mike was back with Casey the two would have left the van by now in search of the others.
A muffled sound came from Dons' communicator, which he had installed and give to each of his brothers. Surprised that the rain hadn't fried the system, he lifted up his wrist and listened carefully to the fuzzy words coming from the device.
"Don...are...come...Raph...I...your..." was all he managed to understand.
Sighing, Donatello gave up with the communicator and continued down the street. While on the verge of turning down another road, he perked his head up at the sound of a painful moan.
Donny stared to his left where a gloomy looking alleyway stood between two towering office buildings.
The moan weakly returned. Realizing the dangers that could happen if he entered the alley, Donatello took in a deep breath then let it out as he started cautiously down the passage
