Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT, although I really wish I did. Maybe then I could have some fun.
To all: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews, they've motivated me to continue this story! And for the record: this whole story so far hasn't been beta'ed, so please forgive any mistakes. I'm an editor, but I'm not perfect either. Are their any volunteers to beta please? I've got some cool ideas for where this oughta go! Whee! Oh, and I'm sorry that I wasn't able to reply personally, my email account wiped out my read messages. Is there something that allows me to store reviews? I am rather new here.
"Ready?" I murmured. Whispering made too much noise, and we needed stealth to get where we were going. Anastasia left closing up to Lua, while we got ready for our little venture. Using her telepathy, Ana flew cover, sending directional information to me via mental link, as I raced along the streets on my red-hot matte black Ducati 748. Oh, how I loved that bike of mine…
The place we were heading was known as Installation 12, or 'The Lab' to us scientists. I hated that place now- too many bad memories.
Installation 12 was buried deep in the Appalachians, an underground maze of technological treasures, and dark military secrets- some too awful to be made known to John Q. Public. I repressed a shudder. To think, I'd once been a part of that horror! Once I'd been coated in the secretness of the compound we'd used on animals, I'd understood the caphonic nightmare it planted and the seeds on terror it reaped, not to mention the excruciating pain of our metamorphoses.
I shuddered. That was a nightmare to which I would never awaken. I know Ana could read my thoughts; I was broadcasting them fairly loudly. I gunned the engine, racing further into the mountains, seeking out the compound I was spawned in. Mikaela the Human died, and Mikaela the Mutant was born in the confines of Installation 12.
About thirteen miles out I killed the engine and hid my bike in a ditch covered in brush. Ana floated down beside me.
There's always security. Are there any vent shafts or drop-holes nearby? I thought-directed to Ana.
There's a drop-hole about six klicks North East of us, and a vent shaft another three klicks past. Ana said. She closed her eyes, concentrating. There's a roving K-9 unit, and three squad patrols. There's a stationary guard at the main entrance, and two guards at the Helicopter platform. I'm also picking up an aura of stress. Ana opened her eyes, gazing meaningfully up into the night sky. They're worried about something. The sentries have no knowledge, but I'm sure once we get into the compound we can find out more.She jumped out of the ditch, flitting through the treeline. Let's go! She called back.
K-9 units. Great. I thought, leaping into the trees and tearing after Ana.