Heroes in the Half-Shell 2: TURTLE POWER!
Chapter 2 – Night at Madison Square Garden
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! Well, what did you guys think of the first chapter? Again, so, so, so, so, so, SO, sorry for the lateness. I had a number of bumps on the road but I will not let that stop me from doing what I love to do.
The idea for Sally's kunoichi clothing is almost came from Black Canary outfit in Injustice 2 (Got the game and got the TMNT, Hellboy and Starfire character! Sweet!) except for the choker, boots, gloves and fishnets. I started playing this game a few weeks after I got my PS4. I got plenty more games and I will be getting a lot more in the future. Any games that you guys suggest me? I'm willing to give it a try. (And maybe a Nitendo Switch in the distance future?)
I want to point out that this story will have more chapters than the first one, and most of the scenes will be short although there will be a few long ones. Just a heads up.
Plus,…remember the sneak peeks that I did in the last story? Well, I am about to reveal one of them in this chapter. Take a good guess which one.
From the reviews/PMs that I got, I will answer them:
To ChelleNorlund
This is a very good chapter, it reminds me of the beginning of Ninja Turtles 2: Out of the Shadows. Still, they always bring a lot of good memories. :-)
Keep up the good work, I hope you will update soon. Plus, I do like how the Ninja Turtles were always up in the air to get to the basketball game event, that was so amazing.
Thanks,
ChelleNorlund.
Thank you. It sure is…with an extra scene at the start. And it sure does bring back a lot of good memories when the movie came out.
I will update ASAP but I will take my time with each chapter. And I would love to go inside a Jumbotron during a basketball game. That would be epic…but I might get arrested for it.
And thanks for ChelleNorlund for adding me or/and the story to their favourites. Love to have fans to come around all the time.
It's game time in the second chapter! BOO-YAH!
(Madison Square Garden – 8:39pm)
The first quarter of the game has nearly come to a close with only a minute to go. As for the scores if anyone is curious, Knicks are way in front with 9 points while Clippers are lagging behind with 5. But the game is not over yet. There are still three more to go before the final buzzer goes off. At this moment, it is anyone's game as they have a long night ahead of them.
The four Turtles and their human friend were all seated; still in the Jumbotron. So far, no-one from the audience or the court has spotted the five teens that are concealed away. It was the last place that anyone would to look for gate-crashers who got in without a ticket. And they wanted to keep that way for the remainder of the game. And hopefully for future games too.
Right now, with their team taking the lead, they have all gotten each of a slice of the deep-dish that is place next to the orange ninja himself. Leo was on the higher platform with a slice in his hand as he scans the area while chowing down on his dinner. He and the team have been up here so many times, but it doesn't hurt for the leader to be on the lookout.
Sally is dangling her legs over the edge but was sitting next to Raph who is bending at the knees. When they first met, their relationship starts off a little rocky with the human giving him a couple of knuckle sandwiches to his face. A year has gone by and Raph, plus the others, now have the little sister that they trust completely and who almost see eye-to-eye to. Sally feels the same since she has no brothers or sisters or friends to hang out with at her age. But after meeting the Turtles, her confidence has improved and she does spend time with a few classmates during school hours and sometimes on the weekend when she is not with the guys.
After getting his snack, Donnie hops down from the second platform and lands next to his little brother. He carefully sits down with his piece of pizza pie.
"Oh, guys, does it get any better than this?" the purple turtle asked to the rest of the family, taking the first bite.
Is that a trick question? No one needs to answer that. The ninjas were certainly having the time of their lives.
Mikey looks over to him. "Yeah, but I want to be down there," he said, on his second slice of pizza. It is his dream to sit close to the players and team. Especially the food stands where he can order some nachos. Plus,…to be close to more humans. Ever since he has met and befriended the young April O'Neil who is now an adult and Sally & Vern, the young reptile himself believes that in his good ninja heart that he wants to be friends with everyone in the world. What a dream would that be for a mutant like him and his family. Well,…except for the ones who tried to poison the whole city last year. There are a big no on his list.
Sally too wants to be at the stand where she would be close to the court. Not to mention very close to the section where the rich and famous are sitting. She was hoping that her favourite actor/rapper from West Philadelphia; born and raised, would be here so she can get an autograph and picture with him. Or maybe Captain America she wants to be with her friends and sitting up here beat out the audience down there. Not to mention it's too crowded as well.
"You sit your ugly self down there, you'd have people running for their lives," the red turtle teased; kneeling down on one knee. He was only joking as he too understands what Mikey is coming from. Raph loves to see the game up close but at the same time, worried of what the other people around might say or think. He had this kind of feeling when he first met the two, later on three, humans that he encountered and helped in the time of crisis. But with the mood this good, he will not damper his brother's joy.
Mikey decided to play along. He positions his hand up at his sides; playing like the slickest turtle there is. He scoffs. "You see me? I look good, bra," he bragged. He always thinks that he is the pretty one of the family.
With her mouth is nearly full, Sally nods. "You sure do, Mikey." Then again, maybe there is a team that represents any kind of turtles and there are in need for mascots.
More cheers were made as it is now quarter time. Leo has finished his pizza and was ready to join his team. He did overhear that small conversation about changing their seating from their own little skybox to front row seats. But why give these up?
"Yo, lady! Fellas!" the blue turtle speaks up; walking towards an open gap for him on the next platform. "Hey, hey, hey. We got the best seats in the house right here. Anyone can sit down there." After he passes Donnie, Leo slides off the ledge and lands right next to his fuming brother. But he was not at the moment mad at his older bro. It was more of a frustrated in a small way look.
"We saved the city," Raph pointed out. "We should be on the Jumbotron, not in it."
Leo shakes his head at his absurdity before facing away from him. Not gonna happen, Raph. Not in this life. But Raph does brings up a good point. The city would have been in worst shape if they didn't intervene. Shredder did rule the city with an iron fist for so many years. Before and after their mutations. Shouldn't they be rewarded for doing a good deed like that? To get noticed by the people of New York? Maybe the whole world? Everyone should know who they really are.
After finishing her meal, Sally stands up and stands beside her strong friend. She places a comforting hand on his giant shoulder. "Hey, don't worry, Raph. One day,…" she pointed towards the ninja himself, "…for sure." And that was promise that she takes to the heart.
She completely understands why they didn't tell the media or the world that they stop Shredder. She too wants to get the recognition for putting a few evil men behind bars. One of them did the unthinkable of slaying her friend's father. She and her friends knows that they did real good for the world and that they should be commended for their services. But the major problem…as mutants…is pretty obvious.
Raph amenable nods before he takes the first bite of his dinner. Guess in the meantime, they will stay in the shadows…until the time is right for them. But the biggest task is always the most difficult one. Especially for them.
The world might not be ready for the Ninja Turtles. Not yet anyway.
The rap music now ends with another music score starting. That is when the main lights go down; only letting the huge screens hovering above the centre court light up the room.
In a stadium this huge, there would be bound to be celebrities in the audience but they would be seated in a small section where they would not get disturbed or harass by frantic fans. And the MC would like to make announcement as soon as they were noticed of his presence in the house. The one being that the green heroes…all know too well.
On the screens, a video plays with different views of New York City at its finest. The MC decided to do a little recap of last year's event if anyone has missed out.
"Ladies and gentleman,…one year ago, a shadow fell over our city."
A police cop car rolls into the panic streets as newspaper headings from New York Post were plaster on the screen of the moving clip. City Under Siege. Police Powerless Against Foot Threat. New York Needs Heroes.
"Suddenly, it was under siege by the notorious villain, Shredder."
As on cue, the booing filled the room. Every citizen in the Big Apple despises the metal-face scoundrel who threats the great people of New York for a very long time.
A graffiti picture of him was shown followed by a video and pic of his men. Another couple of headlines were also shown: Foot Clan Threatens The City. Foot Clan Stroms Through City. NYC Under Attack. Shredder Tearing Up The City: Masked Villain Tied To Numerous Cases of Vandalism!
"Along with his army of enforcers, the Foot Clan, Shredder rules our streets."
But they all thought this was going to get worse, right? Wrong. Because…something unexplainable happened.
"Until one day, from out of the shadows, stepped a beacon of hope."
This peeks the teens' attention. Were they about to be discovered? Did someone spill the beans on the Turtles who defeated Shredder? Or did someone in this room has a big mouth?
Well, they can rule out the guys. Then there was their father but he doesn't go out much. Both April and Sally would never say anything about the Turtles.
That could only mean one thing. There was someone else that they all know. And he was the third human to join the group.
"Oh, no…" Sally moans, crossing her arms over. He's here. Really? Out of all the nights that they have to be here, he shows up. Well, he can't help it if he was a big basketball fan who came to see his favourite team play.
"Hey, you see who that is?" Leo asked. No one bothered to give an answer as annoyance took over their faces. A beacon of hope? More like a beacon of obnoxious.
Raph holds out his hands in displeasure, Donnie removed his goggles from his eyes and place them back on his head, and Mikey ends up chocking on his third slice. He quickly pats his chest to ease the pain since nobody bother to pat him on his shell to help. Some brothers they are. But the announcement did catch him off guard.
And just when they were out here about to have some fun. But they can't his presence ruin their night.
"He was just a humble cameraman." A picture of a middle-aged man with a news camera resting on his shoulder was shown. More headlines were printed. City Overrun By Foot Clan. Can No One Stop Shredder?
"But when danger struck the heart of our city,…"
A video feed then shows the fall of the monster in a small crater, caused by what appears to the action from the cameraman hero. SHREDDER HAS FALLEN was worded on the bottom screen. It was the day that the darkness has lifted.
More headlines came on. News Cameraman Defeats Shredder: Channel 6 cameraman Vern Fenwick NY's savior. The good news for the city just keeps on coming.
"…he single-handedly battled Shredder, locking him up behind bars."
A mugshot of the Shredder was posted. No-one even knows what the face of evil looks like until his arrest. A few faded scars were lined on his face and his short black hair was slicked back with the combination of an evil moustache and goatee. The Turtles and Sally only saw him with his helmet on and never without it.
The cheers roar through the stands, seeing the menace is now in the Big House for life. But the excitement didn't stop there because fans from both teams and players are in for a special treat.
Because the man of the hour is in the building.
"And now,…turn your attention courtside where Jill Martin meets a man who, later this week, will receive an honorary key to the city."
He was the face on every single media, guest appearance on talk show host and the local newspapers as he is enjoying his new lifestyle.
"Please welcome…VVEERRRRNNNN "THE FALCON" FFEEEENNNWICCCKKKK!"
The video changes over to a portrait of himself with his arms crossed as the word "The Falcon" slide over to the next screen. Animated wings were shown right behind the hero and the audio clip was sounded when his nickname was announced.
It was then cut to a live feed of Vern; dressed in a very expensive leather jacket, a grey shirt, a pair of black pants, clean sneakers and wrapped loosely around his neck is a thin, black scarf, seated in the front section but he was not alone. No, he was in the company of a special lady in his life now and it is the famous supermodel, Alessandra Ambrosio. She and Vern have met only a few days ago and they quickly hit it off. They were now New York's hottest couple.
As soon as the camera turns on, she quickly gives him a smooch on the cheek, giving him the confidence that he needs for his little interview and then mouths something to him. Easing into this instant fame, Vern stands up from his seat as he is greeted with more cheers. He walks over to the interviewee herself, lifting his hand up high and waves back to the praising crowd. Some even shouted "GO VERN!" to him.
The city was very grateful of what he has done. He has given them hope. But they don't know the whole truth behind the story. And the truth is that the real heroes are here too and they are not that far.
And how did he come up with the whole "Falcon" name? Well, his new fanbase are the ones who came up with that name because they say that "his eyes are always peeled and watching the city", hence he's the Falcon. Then again, hawks do the same thing as well.
But enough about that, the Falcon himself was brought up to say a few inspirational words to the good people of New York. He finally comes over to the journalist herself.
"Vern,…" Jill begins, getting the star's attention for a few questions, "…tell the fans how a regular New Yorker like yourself was able to single-handedly hunt Shredder down and bring him to justice?" While that interview was going on, the quarter time show came on with a band, cheerleaders and t-shirt thrower is in progress on the court.
She then holds her mic over to Vern, hoping to get the long-awaited answer that everyone in the audience here and at home have been begging for a year now since the events.
What should Vern say? Everyone is on the edge of their seats.
Should he tell them that he has secret superhuman powers that the Shredder was easily shocked and overcome to like Superman? Should he tell them that he can easily manipulate the Foot Clan soldiers to do his bidding and let them do his dirty work? Or did he secretly work on the inside as an undercover cop? Or has crime-fighting skills like Batman?
Or is it about the promise that he made…with them? Should they be mad of what he is going to say?
Well,…only one way to find out.
"Well, the truth is, Jill,…I actually had…help from a couple of friends," Vern admits.
The Turtles and Sally were totally shocked at this. Is Vern really going to say that he had helped? From them? Is he really gonna share the credit?
They just hoped that the words mutant and turtles don't come out of his mouth. It has been a long time for four (now five) teens since they last been in the Ha'shi. Thinking back at all the gruelling punishments that was endured on them. Sally had her first one since her training began a few months ago. She was now known as the obedient one since she hardly gets into too much trouble. But the only time that she did spend in there is when she is with the guys. And she has them to thank for.
And they will personally thank Vern if he spills the beans on them. But then again, he might have come to his senses about sharing the glory like any good-hearted idol. Maybe they were wrong about him.
Mikey here, is absolutely ecstatic. It sounds like that he is about to get some recognition for everything he and his bros have done for the city. He lets out a huge gasp. He's not gonna say what he is gonna say, is he? "No way! He's totally gonna give us props," the orange fan-boy squeaked. Fiddling at his fingertips before stretching them outwards, like he is ready to grab on to the prize that he is about to win at the Fair. "Here it comes! OOOOHHHHH, here it comes!"
Unfortunately, he was going to say…something else.
Vern looks to the camera; straight on, as he flexes his right arm. "THUNDER…" he then flexes his left, "…AND LIGHTNING!" To add the corniest to it, he then processes to kiss the arm in their orders before facing the camera once more and flexes them downwards. "YEAH!" Jill giggles at this; finding it very charming.
The teens in the Jumbotron was now gobsmacked. Mouth-opened. Speechless. Dumbstruck. They take it back. They were right about him. He is the complete opposite of a good-hearted idol. He is a self-centred idol that deserves a butt-whopping!
Sally becomes shocked. "WHAT?" And it looks like she was ready to jump off the Jumbotron and expose himself in the process. Luckily, Leo was at her side as he manages to quickly calm her down by placing a hand on her shoulder. At the slight touch, Sally's nerves went from crazy to unruffled in a split second and halts in her tracks. She cannot argue this right now as the kunoichi will personally deal with the Falcon later on.
"Awww, come on!" Mikey whined. So close. He was so close for getting a shoutout! What does a turtle do to get a little respect around here? Disappointed as well, Donnie stands up and throws his hands down.
Very frustrated, Raph throws his hands in the up. Looks like deep down, he wanted Vern to say his name or that he is just being a pompous as usual when he first met him. Taking all the credit is his specialty. Not to mention a bragger as well.
So, the question is…why is Vern the one who said that he laid the smackdown on Shredder? Well, the Turtles might be the reason why he is the one who took down the Foot Clan's leader and not them.
"Guys, you know we couldn't take credit for bringing down Shredder," Leo reminded to the rest of team as he places a hand on Raph's shoulder. "Vern's just sticking to the arrangement we made with him."
An arrangement that they all swore that no-one should know that it was the mutants who defeated Shredder. The reason is that there have been questions and demands on who is responsible. It has been almost a year before they decided on a solution.
April didn't want the credit as she was busy as a news reporter and Sally here doesn't want the glamour lifestyle, despite both girls helped took him down. But she wouldn't mind meet a few of her idols that she looks up to. Maybe she can convince her friend to arrange that for her. Which only leaves Vern to take the glory but for their sake, of course.
Mildly exasperated, Sally folds her arms. "Not to mention that he is rubbing it in a lot deeper when he agreed to it," she muttered. It's one thing to keep the truth a secret by telling another story but rubbing it in is another thing. The one that will give this gal and her ninja buddies a nice long talk with him.
They can't let his appearance get in the way of a good game. Raph was right about them stopping Shredder but they would never have thought of four large Turtles defeating someone like him.
But Vern did help out by stopping another dangerous man. The same man that their friend April trusted all her life. And he too is locked behind bars along with the dirt that he works for. And they better keep it that way.
Raphael quickly calms down from his little sulk feast as Leo removes his hand from his shoulder and bends down at the knees and Mikey stands up. "Yeah, well,…this arrangement has us spending the rest of our lives sitting in the nosebleeds."
One day….maybe one day,…the Turtles will have the opportunity to come out to the public. To be accepted for who they are; not what they are. But who knows how long will that will take. Weeks? Months? Years? A century?! Who knows what the future holds? All they can do now is to enjoy the present.
And the dawn look on Mikey's face says it all. Maybe there was a way to get back at Vern without drawing too much attention or for them not to be seen by the public eye.
"Speaking of nosebleeds,…" The first thing that he grabs from his older brother's backpack with a small device that fits in the palm of his hand. Once it was detached from his case, it makes a whirling sound. This alerts Donnie as he has constructed noises every time something is removed from his bag.
"Hey, what'd you take?" he frantically asked. Donnie was answered when he whirled around to see his provocative brother; knees bent, up to his old tricks with the one device that he should not be messing around with.
"Hold on. Hold on," Mikey reassured his attentiveness reptile brother as he gets into position. In his hands was a long silver device with a blue plastic scope is something that should be handle with care.
The purple techie cautions have his hands up like when someone is holding your brand new phone and they need it back pronto like a second pronto. "Hey, be careful with that, that's my peashooter."
And it is perfect for what Mikey is about to do. "Okay, hold on. Head shot. Straight head shot," he mutters to himself. When it comes to flinging water balloons or spit balls, Mikey is the main man for the job. But Donnie gives up when he sees Mikey is not backing out. Instead, he bends down and sits right beside him, just to make sure that he doesn't drop it.
Seeing what his little brother is about to do, Raphael joins in on the fun. He rushes over to the joyful reptile on his left side. It was time for instant payback. "Oh, you got this. You got this! Yeah," Raph encouragers him. Sucking in air through his turtle nose, Mikey licks his lips for moister and closes his left eye. He then lifts the end of the attached scope close to his open eye. The words "HOOK CURVE" blinks at the top of the screen as it was blurry. It then became in focus and sees a clear view on its target. A red plus was too blinking when it now hovers over the visible target in the leather jacket.
Leo and Sally are just standing together; arms crossed over and both deadpan at this. The kunoichi looks at him. "Are you allowing this?" she asked, unfurling one arm from the lock and points at this juvenile act.
The blue turtle looks at his family. Should he stop this? He is the leader, the eldest, the mature one of the group. The minute something stupid happens, he would quickly jump in to stop. Whatever the consequences, it will come back and bite them on the shell.
Leo takes a deep breath in. He then exhales. And he then looks back at Sally. "I'll allow it." He then joins the rest of his family to see the results. He wonders if his little brother can actually make the mark. Not getting the answer that she expects, Sally just scoffs. Boys.
Looking through the scope, Mikey has already locked onto his target. All he needs to do…is fire. Vern was now chatting up a storm; still bragging on his achievement. "So I just wanted to be…an example for all New Yorkers."
Example this, Vern!
With one breath, Mikey puffs enough force for the damp but small object to sail out of the shooter. Saliva flies out of the hole as the tiny ball sails downwards and heads for it mark. So far, no-one is seeing it descend towards the hero on the court. Especially the hero himself.
"One man—"
The ball itself does a sharp landing on the human's face; causing Vern to react to the small strike to his cheek.
The pleased reptiles all jumped up when Vern jumped at the blow. It was a direct hit! A successful move made by the jokester himself.
"GOAL!" they screamed. The shooter who landed the effective shot, throws his hands in the air. As well as the shooter's brother wearing the red bandana. Donnie and Leo both jumped and cheered in their small spot. They are certainly impressed of how their little brother can pull a move like that.
Mikey turns to Raph who is much as enthusiastic as he is. They gave each other a low-5. "YO, you got him!"
Even Sally was impressed with that shot. "Wow."
Jill, too, was unexpected by this. She places her hand on the closest arm of the distracted savior's. "Are you…are you okay?" she asked.
A dazed Vern turns his head back towards the surprised reporter. The wet spitball itself was still stuck to his cheek. This earns a little giggle in the crowd, thinking that this is funny. Vern collects himself after that unexpected move from the audience and remembers to speak again. "Yeah."
But who said that Mikey should be the only ninja to spit a spit-ball. That is why Raph grabs the device out from his hand. "Oh, my turn, my turn, my turn."
Raph kneels down as he gets into position. Mikey smiles. "All right. All right. You got this," he encourages him like how Raph inspires him from before.
The device does a little whirling sound, indicate its loading up the spitballs. Rather than locking on, once it is loaded, Raph decided to wing it. He sucks in a quick breath and blow through the mouthpiece. The ball sails right out of the mouthpiece and makes a deadline for the same irritating human in his presence.
Vern speaks into the mic. "It can only—"
The second ball hits him square on the face for the second time of the night. Vern falls a bit forward from the impact; feeling the slight sting once more. The second ball was now placed on his forehead; not too far from the first one.
Seeing the success of the second shot, the Turtles once again, springs up with their hands in the air. And once again, Sally does not celebrate with them.
Vern quickly recovers from the abrupt attack and looks around for the perpetrators. Seriously, again? The ones who giggled, are laughing at this. Along with a few more.
Jill can tell the look on his face that he doesn't want to continue the interview or he is too distracted at the moment and that they should move on. Either way, it was nearly game time again. She needs to sign off.
"Okay. Thanks so much for joining us," she uneasily said before facing the camera with an uneasy smile on her face of this silly report. "Vern 'The Falcon' Fenwick, everybody!"
High up in the Jumbotron, the four reptiles were certainly having the time of their lives.
"Take that, Falcon!" Raph taunted the human. He and his turtle brothers are now flapping their arms up and down like wings and moving about on the spot; making falcon sounds of course. They are obvious mocking the Great Falcon who single-handedly took down Shredder.
Arms still crossed over, Sally just simply watched the childish scene before her; shaking her head and rolling her eyes in annoyance.
Perplexed, Vern returns back onto his seat with his lady who was confused as she is. She placed her hand on his back for comfort. "What happened out there?" she asked. Vern was still looking around him. The spitballs were still on his face.
If it was anyone, they would think that a bunch of hooligans or a disrespect basketball fan. But in Vern's case, he can think of a few teens in his life who would pull a stunt like that.
Actually having some real fun, Leo and Raph shared a high-five while Mikey and Donnie gave each other fist-bumps. And they will be having more excitement in about two minutes when the second quarter starts.
But right at the moment, there is someone else who is not having a good time. And she is the only one who is not a mutant. She turns to her silly friends. "Okay, you guys, that was the pretty much the most childish thing I have ever seen in my entire life!" she scowls at them.
The boys instantly halt their foolishness and looked at the irritated girl. Seeing the disappointed look on her face and her arms still crossed over, they were now full of guilt. Here they are, having a great time at MSG, only to embarrasses themselves in front of their female friend.
As the cheerful one of all and hates for one of his gals to be down in the dumps, Mikey was the first to speak up. "Sorry, Sal. Uh…didn't mean to throw the spitballs."
Sally looks away from the team and darts her eyes on Vern. Judging by this, she actually feels bad for him despite his boasting from earlier.
The Turtles have all seen that expression before. They know what it means. She is not happy and disappointed with their childish games. Guess they need to cheer her up. And they need to do it fast cause they all know that their friend does unspeakable things or doesn't talk to them when she is in a bad mood.
The blue turtle steps towards her. "Look, we were just having fun. That's all." His face was sincere like the others. It was harmless fun and no-one got hurt. Sally raised an eyebrow. Since when does Leo know how to have fun?
The moody teen looks back at Vern. "Well, there is one thing to do in which I can forgive you guys for that act."
"You name it. Anything," Leo assures her. The others nod in agreement. If they ever made her feel horrible or such, the Turtles are willing to do anything to make her feel better. Even if they have to spend a few hours in the Ha'shi at her request.
She turns to the guys. Well, there is…one thing that will make her forgive them on the spot. Sally holds her hand out. Her expression went from sad to a devious smirk on her face. "Pass me the peashooter. It's my turn."
The Turtles are all smiling at this. She was only teasing them!
They all exclaims. Their friend was playing like a fool at them. Of course she wants in on the action. Placing both hands on the brainiac's shoulder, Mikey bounces up and down like someone just gave a little kid too much candy. "She's one of us. SHE…IS…ONE...OF…US!" He was literally shouting in his big brother's ear, something that Donnie is not very fond of. He instead places his large hand over his baby brother's mouth and pushes him at a great distance.
Shakes his head, Raph thought that she was being serious but she wasn't. He gladly passes the device to Leo. "Go for it!"
The blue turtle hands it to the human beside him. Now it is in her possession, she can do whatever she wants to do with it. Sally crouches down at the reasonable spot to where she has a clear view on Vern. She doesn't like it when he was bragging and not giving partial credits to the guys. They deserve it since they are the ones who saved the city. From her post, she sees the grown up getting aid from his girlfriend to remove the used spitballs from his face since it is one of the parts on your body that you can't see. Why does he need help to get rid of them? What a baby.
Wanting to assist his friend, Leo kneels right beside her and places his right hand on her back. He looks at the target in her sight. This was her very first time so maybe some few pointers would help.
"Ok. Better make sure to make this shot discreet and swiftly," he instructed her. He looks at her. "One chance is all you need."
She looks at him at the corner of her eye, giving the leader the nod. "Got it." She looks back to the moving target.
Leo crook the corner of his mouth. She's got the confident. He trusts her. He looks back at the field. "Alright, line up your mark…"
She has lock onto Vern. Only one thing left to do.
"…aaaannnnnnndddddddd…"
Wait for it. Wait for it.
"FIRE!"
She blows the air through the mouthpiece which sends the third piece out and goes sailing towards Vern. The confused man just managed to pull off the last spit-ball thanks to his girlfriend. He thought the nightmare was over. Guess again.
SPLAT!
Vern was again surprised by this sudden strike to the face that the force itself cause him to falls back. Even his lady jumped at this.
The mocking hero sits up straight. The third spitball has landed on the tip of the human's nose! "What the—" Vern utters; crossing his eyes over to see the visible, wet waste on his tip. Everyone near him (and watching the big screen) all saw this and resumed their laughter.
"OH!" Mikey and Raph exclaimed.
Donnie analysis the outcome and he doesn't need to use his goggles to zoom in. "Right on the nose, my friend!"
Sally and Leo stands up. They didn't look away for one second. Huge grins were pasted on their faces. Now that was instant payback. She knows Vern shouldn't take it a bit too far after everything that they did. Hopefully he will know who send those wet balls at him and will learn to share his glory, next time.
Smugly, Sally holds out her arms with the awesome device still in her grasp. Feeling proud of her shot, she has the right to brag about it now. Cupping her hands, she speaks, "Where's your Thunder & Lightning now, FALCON?!"
Even the forces of nature can't stop this kunoichi. Even her fellow ninjas are proud of her. And only the orange ninja was applauding to her. "Nice shot, milday." Sally proudly does a cute curtsy.
The grinning blue leader holds up his hand. "Great job, great job," he congrats her. Sally returns the gesture, giving her best mutant friend a high-five.
Sally shrugs her shoulder, holding her hands out to the sides; proud of her moment. Right now, she does not regret one bit of doing that shot. "What can I say? I learn from the best." She walks around Leo and passes back the peashooter to Donnie. Once the device is back into his grasp, he clamps it back onto its hold.
The leader raised an eyebrow. He playfully folded his arms over. "Uh, excuse me, but, um,…Splinter didn't teach you how to throw the perfect spitball."
For the past year since they defeat Shredder, Sally has accepted the offer to train with her new friends and transform into the team's very first kunoichi. The young teenager herself was trying her very best to find herself in this place like the Turtles have when they took down the Shredder and became the protectors of New York City. From the shadows. Now that three humans have joined their team, it became easy for them for surface help. Well, they can't ask any human on the streets for anything.
And he was honest about the perfect shot. It was like there was an invisible target painted on the cocky human's face which he then removed the wet ball with ease. And on the first shot!
Sally walks back to her original position. "I know that, but…you guys have taught me some great tricks and tips over the past year. Splinter isn't the only one."
Leo grins at this. "And I have grown into more than a capable ninja," Sally added.
The blue turtle nods in agreement and playfully nudges his closed fist on her shoulder, giving it a light tap. "Sure you have. You have come a long way." And he has a feeling that it was more than her intense training that she endured this past year.
Whenever Sally needed someone to play the next level of Injustice: Gods Among Us,…Mikey is there for her.
Whenever Sally needs help with homework or assignments for school like Advance Math,…Donnie is there for her.
Whenever Sally wants to work on her muscle or watch the 90's Batman or any Marvel/DC movies,…Raph is there for her. And/or Mikey.
Whenever Sally needs a training buddy for her ninjistu class,…Leo is there for her. And the others as well.
When Sally needed company,…they are all there for her. She could not ask for better friends than she did many months ago. It wasn't the guys that she grows close to. There was the boys' father. The rat master himself. After not seeing or hearing from her own father in nearly three years, Splinter has grown to be like a father figure to her. The void that was missing for a long period of time has slowly closed up since she and the ninja master have spent quality time together. And so has April since she went for eight years without a father. Splinter has her late father to thank since he has learned so much to become a parent to his four rowdy boys.
The female ninja feels her pouch vibrating. Before the guys arrived, she has sent her phone on vibrate full blast so she can feel it through the thick fabric of her small bag. She has also taken off the silent so she can hear it if she can feel the electronic pulse the first time. Diving into the small opening after she pull the zipper to the right, she grasps onto the small rectangle device in her hands.
A picture of an orange hair girl with black-rimmed glasses in a yellow long-sleeved top whilst doing peace signs, appears on the screen. It is Courtney Laird; her best friend and classmate from school. She and Sal knew each other for nearly a year. She had a falling out with her old friends who ditched in such an ugly way. That is when Sally came to the rescue. They have been tight ever since then; looking out for one another. Unfortunately, Courtney has never met the Turtles as Sally hasn't told much about them to her; stating that they are her "secret and special" friends. Her curious friend has been nagging a request to see and meet them face-to-face. Sally will consider the offer…in about 50 years or so.
"Excuse me…" she speaks before moving away to accept the call. She places against her right ear and poking the index finger in her left. "Hey, Court. What's up?" Sally moves over to the other corner to have her conversation in private as Leo watches her go. It must be that Courtney girl that she hangs out with at her high school.
The blue turtle was still watching her. He didn't even notice some heavy breathing down on his shell. A second later or more, he felt and smelt the cheesy smell on his shoulder causes him to break out of his trance.
Light patting on the metal ground were sound which causes Leo to slowly turn his head and looks over to his left. He sees Mikey and Raph snacking on the few last slices of pizza while Donnie has his nose into his tablet. They were occupying themselves until the next quarter which won't start in the next minute. And they were only a foot away from him.
It was only he and Sally having this conversation. She was talking about not just Leo but to the others as well. Why didn't the others join in and speak up?
Well, the leader has a very clear idea why.
With the girl occupied on her call, Leo transfers himself past his techie brother and comes over to the cardboard to where his siblings have surrounded it.
The red brute looks up; mouth was partly full. "Had a playful chat, bro?" Raph asked, acting like he wasn't paying any attention at all. Mikey takes a noisy bite on his fourth slice. There was only two more to go as the leader has his name on one of them.
Mikey's pizza was halfway in his mouth. "Clearly, it is more than that," he loudly mumbled with his dinner inside his mouth. He and Raph nodded in agreement.
Rolled his eyes and gives out a forced chuckle, Leo knows what they are trying to do. "If this is your way of saying that I'm trying to make a move on Sal,..." he reaches down to the greasy box and scratches up his second slice with ease, "…forget it." Disappointed, Raph shakes his head and Mikey shrugs his shoulders down. Being good friends with a girl like Sally is one thing, having feelings for her is another.
"You know she is gonna find out about this,…" Donnie said, storing his tablet away. "…sooner or later." He has a habit of multitasking a few jobs at a time like listening onto the conversation with his green siblings and checking up his programs, apps, emails, videos, the whole lot.
Their older brother may be a skilled ninja with the Dual Katana and the responsible leader, but he hesitant when it comes to females. Especially girls like Sally. It has been going on for nearly a year. Even Sally had no clue of his affections for her. He did his very best to mask any signs to might clue her in. To the public, he acted as her caring and thoughtful friend who looked out for her and has her best interest at heart. And whenever she is not with them, he would call her just for a small chat even if they haven't seen each other for an hour or two. Or less. Some say creepy, but he would say attentive. Because that what friends do. They look out for one another. Same rules apply to family.
But the question remains: does Sally feel the same way?
Instantly, he doubtfully shakes the possible outcome out of his head.
No,…she can't. Before she met the guys, she has never had a close friendship or never went out with anyone. She was much of a loner who only had April and Vern for company. And now, after the meet and greet, she has him, his brothers and a small group of friends at school in which she gains her confidence from them. If she can be buddy-buddy with giant creatures, making friends with any human would be a breeze. Especially if any friend is a…guy.
Plus, there was an obviously reason on why he hasn't made any progress to make a move on her. I'll take green skin with a shell for 500, Alex. Why settle for him when there are plenty of teenage boys at her school that she can be with? Or maybe there is someone waiting for her in college.
The blue ninja wakes away from the group. "Not gonna happen. Cause she's not gonna know." He takes a big bite on his pizza. Clearly, he is not in the mood to bringing this subject up. And too stubborn to be even thinking about it.
From his crouching position, Raph bends his knees straight so that he is now towering over his older brother. "Come on, bro. In one year that we know her, it would be the right time to tell her." Knowing about his brother's dilemma, Raphael kept his voice on the down low to make sure that Sally doesn't hear him. He doesn't want to keep his brother in an awkward place.
Wiping down the grease off his palms, Mikey shot straight up and comes to Raph's side; joining in on the conversation. "Yeah! Honestly, it would take a few weeks. Months tops for a stand-up guy like yourself to his express inner desires to a…" He motions to the teenager in the corner; still chatting up on his cell, "…certain someone."
The three boys looked at her for a split second; very careful not to get caught. Leo, dumbfolded looks back at the cheeky sibling. "Inner desires? Really?" Since when is Mikey an expert on feelings and romance? Leo doubtfully shakes his head and his brother's stupid advice. "Guys, listen, its…"
But the hyper turtle pushes through the grouchy turtle and goes all up the leader's face on his tippy-toes. "Come on, Leo!" he whined. "It has to happen!" He highly doubted it would happen, but what would happen is Leonardo getting knocked out by that stretch and the saliva from his brother's mouth. Say it, don't breathe and spray it. All he did instead was lean his head back and push his hand on his brother's face to avoid more to come. To his dismay, Mikey wasn't finished yet. "You guys, if you haven't noticed, been on each other cases since the start. We have seen the signs, bra. It's written in the stars, no doubt about it." He places his heels back onto the ground; placing his hands on his turtle's chest. "Since she won't go for truly, she is bound to go…" points to Leo, "…to you."
The brute turtle turns his attention on his goofy brother. "And since when does she want to take a chance on you, pizza lips?" he wonders.
Well, in Mikey's case, he has a very good reason why. "At first sights, man!" he confidently answers. This causes Donnie rolled his eyes. Smooth answer, bro. The flirty brother pressed on. "When she and April took a good look at me. I'm charming, respectful. And the gals dig reptiles with a rad sense of humour."
Donnie might have another theory behind his brother's answer. "Maybe he hasn't made a move on her would have to do something with biology," Professor Donatello, pushing up his glasses to prevent it from falling, answered which Raph and Mikey try to listen to. "You know, different types of species as we are Red-Eared Sliders and she is homo sapiens. It's a totally different concept with a tricky outcome with one from each race engaging in an idealist relationship." But it might happen in creative writing of Fanfiction as it is pure literature by the writer's imaginative mind.
"Yeah, well, but we're mutants. And that shouldn't stop him from telling her, right?" Raph said; shockingly understanding what his brother said. If they learn anything from being mutants and their battle with a robot samurai with sharp blades that was about to unleash deadly gas into the city, anything is and can be possible.
While the two big mouths and the nerd are going at it, Leo looks back at Sally. She no longer has her phone against her ear and looking at screen while using her index to scroll. She must be checking out social media or something before the next quarter begins. The way he looks at her is when the noises from his brothers and the stadium has been muffled.
He thinks back to the time when he and his brothers first met her.
It was night. They battled it out against the Foot in the subways. She and April followed them. Fierce but scared; protecting her unconscious friend on the rooftops. Sense of humour in their first conversation. Not to mention he was the first one to speak to her. Willing to put herself on the line of fire to protect them when the Foot ambushed their home. Her quirky but cheeky smile that makes his hard shell melt. Her kind but strong persona lights up the room when she makes her presence. Even the name and the thought of her makes him smile even on the darkest days.
But…is it possible? In just a slim chance that it might happen for a turtle and a human? It was certainly a million-dollar question. It is pretty rare these for either him or his brothers to find this in not only relationship but friendships as well. Even stronger to consider anyone family.
She hasn't taken an interest in anyone before they met and during their time together. That…could be…No. It more like she is not interested.
"I mean…c'mon! What kind of girls would love a hunk like me?" Mikey whined.
Once again breaks out of his trance and hears his loud siblings once more. It was time to settle the debate.
Scoffs, Raph folds his arms over. "The kind of girls that would pepper spray all over your ugly son-of-a-b—"
"GUYS!" The three brothers all stopped their bricking and turns to their cautious sibling. His shout was pretty loud for them to hear but hopefully not too loud for Sally to look up. He looks back at her and then back to them but lowering his voice. "I'll said it before and I'll say it again. Me and Sal – a human and a mutant turtle…" regrettably, he shakes his head, "…never gonna happen."
Leo looks down at the court. The whistle was blown and the game begins the second quarter. It was now the perfect time to drop the subject and watch the game.
But the case was not closed. Not for his brothers anyway.
Raph can sense the reluctance in his brother's voice. When it comes to any topics like this, Leo tends to look at both the positive…and the negative side of all things. Mostly the negative. Put a difficult subject into the mix and it can really mess up his mind with those "what if?" scenarios.
He walks up to his sulky brother but not much as the girl that Leo has feelings for is less than a metre away from them and that she could overhear them. Raph looks at her. She is still on her phone. That's good. Hopefully, she doesn't have the ears of bat to hone in on their conversation. At least the noise from the court were loud enough to drown it out.
"Okay, so what if she doesn't feel the same way—"
"—it would be awkward for all of us, and our friendship would be ruined; thus never hanging out with her ever again," the leader added.
Raph shakes his head. It would seem that his older brother has thought of this very prudently but ignorantly. As a strategic leader, Leo can come up with a number of plans in case the first one fails. For every match, for every battle, for every scouting mission. He was trained for this since he was appointed for the position by their father. But this was a different kind of battle. The kind of battle that deals with what all teenagers are going through. And here he is; second guessing himself. The dude needs to let things flow and take its course rather than plan every little possible or impossible outcomes in his life.
The red-banded reptile lets out a sign. "Okay, you are getting ahead of yourself. But…this little secret of yours,…" he points his right pointer in the eldest face, "…she gotta know. She needs know."
But the sword-wielding turtle doesn't say anything. He looks down at the court. The game has already start. He can't tell her. Not yet. Right now,…isn't the best time and place to confess it all. But, hey! If he can wait a year, maybe he can finally tell her in the next year or so. He seen something like this on TV. Who says you have to tell the truth right away? She can wait.
But Raph can't. He can actually see the uncertainly on his face.
He holds up his hands. "You know what? Since you won't tell,…" he steps closer an sneers in his ear, "…then I will."
Shocked, Leo turns to face him. Things have just heated. His own brother – his own blood – was going to spill the beans to Sally. Knowing the same guy for the past sixteen, Raphael's face doesn't lie. The leader can notice the slightest difference in each of his brothers.
The fuming leader goes right up to his angry follower. "You wouldn—"
"Tell me what?"
A sudden voice causes the highly-skilled ninjas to yelp and nearly jump out of their shells. All four green boys whipped their heads around to see the female ninja herself. They didn't notice their human friend was only a foot away from the leader himself. How long has she been standing there for? A second? A minute? As highly skilled ninjas, they would adapt a sixth sense after many intense training. They should have detected Sally close by. But they didn't. This girl knows how to move quietly. Or the game and crowd was getting too loud for them to hear her out.
Sally folded her arms over; a wary look was written all over her face. "What were you guys gonna tell me?" she asked again. She wonders what her best friend is hiding from her. She hates it when someone that she knows keeps secrets from her. Guess this whole investigating rubs off from April after living with her for the past three years.
The petrified look on Leo's face says it all. Did…Sally heard everything? She didn't overhead everything, did she? If she did, guess he has a lot of explaining…and confessing to do. But…was it time? Was he ready to spill the beans on Sally? On how he feels about her? A part of him wants to get it out in the open. But another nagging part wants to wait until the moment is right. And right now…doesn't feel like it.
Only Leo's brothers know his secrets. Even April and Vern as he has talked about this to them when Sally was not around. They know the young teenager herself for a very long time and they too know about Leo's secret. But…how long will it stay a secret until Sally puts the pieces together.
As a cold-blooded reptile, the boys don't sweat. But since they are now mutants, this ability was added. And Leo's face was starting to drench. His heart was racing even faster.
The scared leader looks to his siblings; silently begging for some help. The smug muscle-bound warrior crosses his arms over. He is not gonna bail him out for this one. The leader has got himself into this mess and he is the one who is going to get himself out of it.
But what about the other two? Will they join with Raph and the leader suffer or...
"Uh,…you guys were gonna tell her about the bet, right?" Donnie quickly blurted.
Everyone looks at the purple ninja himself.
"A bet?" Sally looks back at Leo. "What bet?"
The blue turtle looks back at Sally. He opens his mouth, just about to say whatever comes to his mind first. But Mikey beats him to it as he catches on and decided to play along.
"Yeah. The bet." The orange turtle looks around at each of his older brothers' expression. Donnie: nodding along. Leo: frighten but relieved. Raph: non-pussed. More like he is ticked-off. "What? You guys wanna to let her know what's the loser of the bout will do."
Sally raised an eyebrow. "What's the bet?" she scoffs, looking at Mikey. I think she brought it! Leo lets out a mentally sign. He was saved.
Well, the jokester can answer that question. "Well,…uh…the bet that…Leo…" he points to the eldest, "…made…with Raph," he drags his finger to the turtle next to him, "…saying that if Knicks lose," which they hardly do, "…Raphie here will go - all week - all..." Everyone leans in to brace themselves as it took Mikey a split-second to find his answer, "...bare-butt naked with just his mask on."
Red was glowing on the Raph's face as his two brothers were trying to stifle their laughing. And it was not coming from his bandana. He cannot believe it. His baby brother has some nerve to pull a gag like that. Mikey both noticed the redness on Raph's cheeks & was trying to spit out words and to the relieved leader who was now thankful for coming to his aid. He looks back at the mean reptile with the bloody do-rag. It was a little payback for putting their brother on the spot; along with other mishaps that cause them to be in the ha'shi on the past countless times. Mikey does indeed want his brother to have a relationship with Sal, but he can't rush into things like that. It takes time like cooking the perfect pizza. With the right cooking time can the results be worth it.
Shocked by this but in an expectable way, Sally shakes her head. Boys like them can be so unpredictable with these outcomes. Then again, she would never imagine the hotheaded turtle to do a dare like that. Even by force. But it was something that Mikey would do if he is all alone or in a crowd. She tugs a crooked smile and looks at the turtle who has gotten pale. "Well, pull a stunt like that and you can be the next Thad Castle!"
Raph looks back and forth to the troublemaker and the lone human. He is nothing like that linebacker-turned-team captain from that TV show that Splinter forbids them to watch. He does share some traits of the guy but he doesn't squeal like a girl. And the only squealer in the family was the menace in the form of his little brother. Note to self: beat-up Mikey later. He brashly pushes the goofy turtle away (almost knocking him off the platform) before turning his attention on the smug teenager herself. "Uhhh...M-m-Mikey was...kidding on that bet." Knowing him, he would never drop his dracks and run around in his birthday suit. Especially in front of company of his human friends. "I don't…reveal myself."
Only his brothers and father have all seen him all natural and that is when they were much younger when they were only just mutated and can only fit into shoeboxes or when they are lounging around in the hot tubs. But that is back when they still had their old home. More on that later. Right now, he doesn't like to express himself in front of anyone. Too embrassass to go all natural.
Sally crossed her arms over. She clearly noticed the largest but sheepish reptile that she has ever known. He's bashful, isn't he? "Aww, is Raphie scared because we're all gonna see his teeny-weeny, itty bitty, little-"
Donnie jumps up; full focus on the court. "Knicks has the ball!" The teens shot a look down below. The whistle was blown as the ball falls right into the chosen basket. The game has already started and the kids haven't been paying attention to it. They were too busy throwing banter and talk among the group. Only the brains of the family have his eyes on the game. Not to mention in a nick of time just as Sal was about burst out another swear word. The girl has a potty mouth and she didn't get it from the guys. She grew up on the streets and used to live close to the mean streets of Brooklyn. Just be glad that her current guardian wasn't around to hear that sinful word.
"Alright!" Mikey yap. He was now aching for some more b-ball action with the Knicks.
Taking in a mental sign of relief, Leo couldn't believe it. Both Mikey and Donnie have come to his rescue. Only those two have got their brother's back. And here he thought that they were gonna throw him under the bus or something. But they didn't. Only Raph was. He was getting impatient with this whole secret. But he does bring up a good point. This classified piece of his has been going on for a long time. Well, the Fearless Leader will have the honours of telling her everything. But not tonight. And maybe soon when the time is right. Right for him and only him as he should be the only one to tell the girl of what he thinks about her; not by any of his bros. All he is waiting for is the right moment.
Right now, he and the others can just enjoy the game with no complications among them as they all cheer on for their team.
The subject was ultimate dropped (for now) and they all turned their attention back to the game. The second quarter has started with the Knicks off to another good start. They're better off enjoying the night. Leonardo can worry about his situation later. When he is ready.
A familiar ringtone was echo off Donnie's radio. Someone is patching through to the genius himself. And Donatello has a feeling of who it is that he doesn't need to check for caller I.D since they only know three humans in their entire life. The youngest one is with them, the oldest is down on the ground; court side. And their father is preoccupied at the moment; not to be distributed by his sons or any company for the next few hours. Explain later. This only leaves one person left on the list.
Donnie clicks the button on his shoulder mic to answer the call. "Hey, April," he answered as he takes a few steps away from the main group. Was she calling for a friendly chat or to make sure that Sally is with them? Well, she should know that the guys are with her as the teenager told her hours ago. A year ago, April has always constantly been telling Sally to keep her phone on at all times and tell her where she is going on the hour. But after meeting (or reuniting with her former pet turtles 15 years later whom turned into large humanoids mutants), April's worries has decreased as she completely trusts them to be and lookout for her teenage friend.
Mikey's ears perk up when the ringtone was made and looks at Donnie when he answers the call. Hearing the name of his angelcakes, he totally ditches the game and rushes over to his techie brother. He hasn't seen his dream girl in such a long time. She has her busy career as a news reporter, 24/7. But in reality, it has only been last night. Not to the Mikester. To him, it felt like an eternity.
"Oh! April! Hey! What's up, April?" the flirty turtle begins. Already chatting up a storm, he then flexes his muscles, showing off even if she's not here in person. "Oh, nothing, I've been working out—"
Instead of pushing him away, Donnie halts on the spot. He is now at a fair distance from his family but not a fair distance with the tiny gap thanks to his little brother's interference. Well, he knows just what to do to make him back off. Bending his left hand back to its side pouch of his backpack, grabbing onto the long smooth object is just what the doctor ordered. He pulls his weapon out of its socket.
Just like his customised wooden staff, this one is metal and instead of a button to extend it to full length, all Donnie has to do was squeeze the silicone covering. Giving a tight squeeze, the ends only extend for short distance but the ends do produce a little electrical shock for the invading reptile to get him
"Ahh!"He stumbles back from the force. He feels the slight tingle going through his body and shell as Donnie places his staff back into its place. That is Donnie's way of saying: Buzz off. Private call.
Upset that he failed to get a word from his babe, Mikey gives up and goes back to the others, resuming his joy for the main event tonight. He only got a few words out and doesn't get a reply back from his dream girl. Bummer.
Without his brother invading his space, Donnie was all alone on his portion of the platform. He diminishes the noise of the court and the audience so that he can hear only the woman's voice through the single left earmuff. His was not on speakerphone so none of his brothers or Sally would listen on the conversation.
"Donnie, listen to me. I'm at Grand Central Station staking out Dr. Baxter Stockman." April must have taken a big breath when the call was answered. Not to mention her voice is pretty low. She must be in a public place to be talking like this.
Turns out...April is in a public place.
She said it herself. She is at Grand Central Station at a very swanky restaurant name Cipriani Dolci; drinking a club soda with a slice of lime in her glass. She has been here for a few minutes before she check-in with Donnie; giving him the update.
But, she doesn't look like the April O'Neil – everyone's favourite reporter. So,…what has happened to her long auburn hair? Did she get it cut? And she wasn't wearing her yellow jacket but instead she is dolled up with a grey blazer with a long sleeve white shirt, a black pencil shirt, knee-high stocking and a pair of black high-heels.
As a reporter trying to get a major scope, she must remain incognito. That would explain why she is wearing a wig; hiding her real hair-do and wearing cheap glasses with plastic lens. And why she can't be noticed by the public since she has got a tip off of where the scientist would be.
Right now, she is talking and listening through her yellow earphone that is tucked away in her right ear.
And did she say…Baxter Stockman? The Baxter Stockman?! Hearing the name of a famous scientist really perks Donnie's interests. He has heard all about this next version of Albert Einstein.
"Oh! Baxter Stockman! He graduated MIT at 15. He's got 134 patents. He's the lead scientist for TCRI. Big fan. The man's a genius."
It's like an encyclopaedia was installed into his brain as he knows the scientist background. Just like Stephan Hawkings, Einstein, Isaac Newton, and all the other greatest minds in the known history to all be added to his list. Unbeknownst the others, he imagines himself hanging out with them as part of club; sharing facts and stories of their achievements. Man, that would be a dream for the brainy reptile.
The world is very lucky to have a brilliant mind in the world. They need more people like that who can help to make the world a better place for humans and animals; especially creatures like them.
And speaking of TCRI,…he clearly remembers that both April's father, Sally's father…and Sacks…all used to worked for the company. That was before only two of them discovered who was really behind the project and the great fire was set; setting off a chain reaction that leads to their downfall of two villains for the price of life sentences.
Right on cue, the doctor arrives at his location.
Wearing a white business suit underneath his dark grey business suit and pants with a pair of black shoes, he steps out of his limo that halted next to the station. He is an African-American with cut afro and a thick mustache. What brings out his unique taste is his dirty blond bowtie and his black horn-rimmed glasses. In his grip is his small iPad with a leather case. He was heading to a small bar where he was hoping to get a drink before he moves onto his next location as he has a big project that was about to commence very soon. As he gets out of the car, he fixes up his coat by buttoning up whilst holding his device. Closing the door shut, he feels an itch under his nose so he uses his free pointer to ease it and he goes back to fixing his coat up.
But he finds himself not standing in the but in a busy laneway. He may be shrewd, but it wasn't very smart of him to be dropped off in the middle of a hectic street.
Holding his hands up in apologetic to the angry taxi drivers as a honking bus passes by the careless scientist and heads down the street. This gives Stockman the clear to go across.
Unfortunately, April has something to say that would break his little geeky dream.
She then hovers her right hand from her ear to her glass as she fiddles with the rim. "Yeah, well, he's a genius that's about to be in a lot of trouble." She scouts out the place, keeping on a lookout for the mad genius himself.
"Look, I think Baxter Stockman is working with Shredder."
"Shredder." Donatello's heart sunk. Well, some much for that dream. He will do with the other which it is plenty. More cheers were sounded from his bros, Sally and the fans as Knicks scored another basket. There would always be another clever manic; hiding in the wings. Working for the virus himself. This was starting to be a thing now. So, how long has Stockman been working for Shredder? That is a major question, along with a few more. Just great. Another mystery to solve.
And speaking of tinteeth, they haven't seen the monster since they kick him off the crumbling building which formally belonged to his adopted son whom the whole city looked up to and betrayed them after they stopped the release of the deadly gas from a complicated encryption that the purple techie himself manages to crack into it and shut it down with a second to spare. What a day that was and it wasn't even lunch yet.
Donnie snaps out of reminisce this event and goes back to April. "Do you need us there?" he asked. Maybe this Stockman might have some kind of hidden weapon that could easily hurt April if she drags into this charade a little too long. The teens will drop the basketball game completely and be at her location in a few minutes. A little recon couldn't hurt.
April smiles; digging the earphone into her left ear a bit more. "Nah. Baxter is a softie." The older woman doesn't want her best friend and the others worry. Stockman is no fighter. He values brains over brawn. He will not be much trouble from what she has learnt about him.
With her hunch of Stockman working for Shredder, she needs to get proof. So, how is she going to coax the doctor to spill the details? It's not like she can sweet-talk him or something. She might blow her cover if she does that.
Well, that is what she wants to ask her friend. She looks down at her left wrist to pull back her sleeve to see a bracelet with a metal slot. "Oh, but, you know,…that,…uh,…birthday present that you made for me?" It looks like an ordinary accessory but once April flips the tab up, it projects a small holo-screen. On the screen it looks like a cartoon-version of the purple turtle's face. Very 80's like. This little gag made her smile.
Donnie remembers. Her birthday was only a few months ago and he decided to make something nice…and useful. "The watch, yeah."
He constructed the Apple-like device that can tell more than the time. The purple turtle also did construct one for Sal as well but with a pink strap which it is different from April's green-coloured one. But the teenager got hers first and was aware of her older friend was getting one so she kept her mouth shut until that special day came along.
"I want to use it to try and hack into Baxter's emails," she explained, still scanning the area. Still, no sign of Baxter Stockman. Seems simple enough. Donnie, internally admit, can't complain. But there was a catch to the gadget.
"Okay, April, but if you're going to hack into his accounts, you'll need to get close."
"How close?" she asked. A metre close? A kilometre close?
"Your watch needs to be within three feet of his device – iPad, iPhone – whatever," he explained. Or he can simply hack into his accounts form where he is standing. That should be easy enough and April will not be in danger which would ease his nerves. But then again, April went through all the trouble to find out where she can find the rogue scientist, so, better not ruin it.
"Got it."
So,…close to a metre. That shouldn't be a problem. And even better if he isn't using the device at all and without giving herself away. Any genius would not leave home without a device of some sorts. So, April might be in luck.
She then closes up her device. "Good looking out, buddy." Moving her hand to her ear, preparing to remove her earphone. "Talk to you soon."
The call was now ended. Looks like April has got herself occupied tonight.
A slight unpleasant sensation was swirling in his guts. What should he do? Should he tell the others about April's plan? Maybe not. Can't worry make them worry and leave the game.
Despite his doubts, Donnie trust her like his brothers and Sally does. They're family. She's a big girl. She can handle it. If she was in trouble, she would simply call them up right away.
Looks like April is about to begin her mission in:
Heroes in the Half-Shell 2: TURTLE POWER! – April O'Neil: Undercover Ally
Author's Notes: Hey guys.
Again…(I don't know how many times I have to say it…)…sorry for the lateness. And sorry if this chapter didn't make sense. I have been slacking off lately. I would have been like half-way there by now but a lot has happened in the news (Trump (no surprise) and the FCC are at it again!), in my social life, my videos, and my inspirations, I didn't have the strength (or the time) to work on it. But I have been doing a bit by bit each day so I wouldn't forget about it.
And oh! As you know, I did spill one of the spoiler that I mention in the last story. That's right! The shipping couple are indeed Leo and Sally a.k.a Leolly or Saleo or Leovadora, or whatever you wanna call it. Not to mention that it will happen in any or all my TMNT fanfics like The Saint's Hope.
Speaking of which…I am returning to that story. Sorry it has been a long time and I have noticed that you guys have been aching for a new chapter in nearly…two years now. (especially with the older version…yikes) But the reason why I haven't made any progress is I haven't written any summaries for the series. Usually, I keep them inside my head but I tend to forget from time to time. Now that I finish writing them down, I can get on with the FanFics!
Not to mention my other FanFics. I still remember them when I was young without a care in the world…how times have change. Might as well get back into it!
As you know, my DailyMotion account has been terminated. All of my videos on that channel are gone. But I still have the video files so I didn't lose anything. Right now, I am uploading them onto my account under the name jessie_order_production. Check it out!
Plus, I too was busy with Supanova and Oz Comic Con as I had the opportunity to meet some of my favourite stars that I had the pleasure of growing up watching on the small/big screens!
Well, as you have heard, Paramount Pictures are in the early stages for a third TMNT movie! About time but…they were thinking of rebooting it again since thanks to the reviews, the two movies weren't all that good. More to explain on my Deviantart page with the same name!
I was also thinking about the recent events that has been happening. Especially with those little angels that have been taken away by their family. My heart and soul goes out to them and hope that someday (which would be sooner rather than later like tomorrow sooner) that they will be returned back to the arms of their love ones.
And I mean all of them. No child left behind.
Trump has no place in this world or in this lifetime. Put him and those who stand with him in those prison and see how they like it. Make him understand what they are going through. No child should go through this kind of torture. It has already scar them for life. I got a few friends from the States who would agree with me. Including you readers.
And it seems that he is making things worse. So, how long do we wait until we can boot him from the White House to the Big House?!
Guess that is pretty much for me at the moment. Once again, sorry if I haven't been in touch with all of you. I am working as best as I can.
Take care for now!
Until we meet again,
The DragonLord2912