Heroes in the Half-Shell
Chapter 13 – "They're Alive, Master Shredder."
Disclaimer: I do not repeat DO NOT own TMNT and crew in any way cause they belong to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird (Only knows as the Greatest Guys on Earth!). Other characters like a certain OC that happen in these fanfic rightfully belongs to me and only ME!
Announcement from the writer: Hey guys! Looking back when I first wrote this chapter, I was probably getting ready or already on a cruise ship. I don't know. It was a long time ago. And I am going back on another one next year after my Japan trip!
Beside all that, I am getting the hang of my writing again after a long period of time. Or maybe its just rewriting most of them and the real pain will commence. Probably the latter.
Ok! It's time for the bad guys! LET'S GO!
(Sacks' Estate, outside of New York – 7:02am)
Dawn has already greeted around this time of the day. Snowflakes continued to fall down on the spring morning. They show their sides – both cold and sharp. Very similar to the pressure in the air.
Both the blades of the helicopter slowly whirl down as it rests on the pad just inside the snowy yard of the businessman's mansion. Returning from his tower in New York, Sacks leaves his chosen vehicle and enters his home. The older gentleman was used to waking up at this particular time of any day. But with the events that he transpires yesterday, it was very crucial that he needs to tell him and tell him now. Out of all the rooms within his home, this certain one…he needs to gain permission to enter. And this particular room is one of the places that he wouldn't dare to show the guests that he had yesterday.
Walking through a dark tunnel, he comes to hanging black cloths that split off from the ceiling. Pushing them to the side, Sacks finally enters the room. Walking past the hard pillars, he comes to a complete stop in the centre. Pressed flat on the concrete ground was a metre-long of Tatami mats. A small stool and stand were placed in the top middle, just resting in front of the entrepreneur. The only light source in this dark room were the lamps that are bolted to the stone walls and one hanging high above him. They don't bright up the whole room as it is too gloomy. Hanging on the wall stands were a number of katana and bo staffs; all lined up in perfection.
The tension in the air of the room was emotionless. Just like the temperatures outside. And Eric Sacks.
His own little cover acting as the saviour and the inspiration to the city was the perfect concealment for the corrupt forces in the darkness that he has been involved in for many years. For almost his entire life.
And the room got even icier when another presence has entered the room. From the shadows. Still cloaked in the darkness, footsteps were the only sound that was produced that would cause even the hair on his neck to stand up. But Sacks was not afraid.
"(Why are you here?)" Eric turns his head slightest towards his right. "(Student.)"
Many would tremble at the sound of the voice, even by veteran soldiers who fought against the two WW. Only Sacks remains calm. For he has great news to tell him. He fully turns to face the man in the dark. Sacks understands his language as English was not the only linguistic that he grew up with.
"There's been a miracle," he explained. Anyone who didn't have an answer to walk into his own private quarters…will remain either speechless or headless for the remainder of their lives. Sacks has prepared his response and was ready to deliver it. And it has to do with the ones that cross path with his men. "The vigilantes who've been causing us so much trouble?" Sacks pauses for dramatic effect. "They're the test subjects. Those itty-bitty box turtles that we thought we lost in the fire?" He then shakes his head but picture a wicked smile. "They're alive, Master Shredder. And they've grown into something…powerful."
When he first heard of this story, he thought it was only a fairy-tale. A legend. A myth. Something that almost destroyed his ancestors and their future legacy. But if his warrior daughter wasn't lying when she reported in, then so would too his sophisticated son. The one that he adopted when he was a small boy after he was abandoned by his own blood.
Lowering his head down, he begins to walk around Sacks in a circle as he presses on. "It won't be easy to capture them, but if we can,…we can finally carry out the plan that we had all those years ago."
Eric's master was very pleased with this. Something that almost achieved nearly two decades was still thriving. He was the one who started this project and he would be the one to finish it.
("My Foot Clan will have unlimited power. And you will have your money.)" he spoke in his native tongue.
Sacks couldn't agree more. This was their plan from the very start. "The city will be ours."
Judging by how strong they are from his and Karai's intelligence, they would need more than just his men. They would need stronger forces. Someone from a higher rank. That can be achieved within his palace. All their need is their location of their hiding spot.
Within the darkness, he halts his walking. "(Find them.)" he commands.
He relies on his ancient expertise while Sacks depends on his modern knowledge. And he has already sent a few moles to hunt them down.
"Both O'Neil's and Hope's daughters were the one who found them…" he answered. "…and they will be the ones who will take us right to them."
The Shredder nods before leaving. All he needs to do was prepare for battle.
How are they going to find them?
Simple. Sacks has given something to the girls that he has given to his associate that he made deals with or potential rivals.
Nobody would suspect a business card has a built-in tracker in it.
Going through the streets, the alleyways and the hidden passageways of the Big Apple without any advantage, it would take a miracle to locate it. But thanks to technology, over the years, have evolved and only the best hackers in the Foot are right for the small task to a much bigger assignment.
"There're the ping," reported one of the technicians.
"We've breached the cloaking security," said the other.
Karai motions herself to the main computer not too far from her distance. On the screen was the lower part of Manhattan. She was now tasked to find the missing subjects from her master's plan and she attends not to fail this time. Show us where you are hiding, vermins.
The camera from Google Map zooms into the last place that anyone would find any disappeared targets: the sewers.
Going through the manhole, the camera climbs down the ladder, heads up the path, make a turn to the left, than a right, down once again until the path stops at a wall. But thanks to the advancement of the technology, it passes through the brick wall to reveal seven bodies.
Three of them were sitting cross-legged on the ground. One appears to have abnormal head with large rounded ears and is sitting across from two human beings. These two…must be the relatives of the former employees of Master Shredder from what she has heard from. She would be very surprised to see the faces when she comes across them.
The last ones – the four of them are standing tall and in a straight line. They appeared to be too huge and muscular to be human. With weapons in tack, they fit into the precise descriptions of the chosen targets.
The only red showing on the infrared scope are the small rectangle device located in the reporter's pocket.
And the truth comes out. Sacks is working for the Shredder the whole time and it looks like they have found the Turtles' hideout! Oh boy! But before the big brawl happens, let's take a trip down memory lane courtesy of the rat himself in:
Heroes in the Half-Shell: Our Origins
Author's Notes: Hey guys! Short chapter! I remember writing this one up in a WHOLE day if remember correctly.
Just a few changes. I first thought it was April's phone in the movie but I would say it was the business card. Looks can be deceiving.
So, a few hours ago was the lunar eclipse here in Australia and the first thought that comes to mind with Avatar the Last Airbender when the Northern Water Tribe is invaded by the Fire Nation to kill the moon spirit. I'm not the only one who thought of that, right?
Guess there is nothing much to say but, take care!
Until we meet again,
The DragonLord2912