Heroes in the Half-Shell 2: TURTLE POWER!

Chapter 3 – April O'Neil: Undercover Ally

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: Man! Where's the motivation and the time to get these stories rolling?

It is because with Trump in the news a lot lately? Maybe. Working on my videos? Yeah, pretty much. But…I am almost done. Believe it or not, for the 1987 cartoon, I have finished Season 9 and I will finish Season 10 this week, and for the 2012 series, I will start Season 4 either next week or the week after and finish it maybe by the end of this month or in September. Once these two series have ended, I will have plenty of time for my stories.

Whatever the reason, I did manage to get the next chapter up and running. But first, let's take a look at the reviews, shall we?

From the reviews/PMs that I got, I will answer them:

To ChelleNorlund

Wow! This story is sooooooooo good. I like it a lot. I wonder when the turtles are gonna tell Sally on what they're about to say. I bet Sally will feel the same way too.

Keep up the good work, I hope you will update soon.

Thanks,

ChelleNorlund.

Thanks! I hope the wait was worth it. Sorry it took so long. As for 'spilling some secrets', it will happen eventually. I like to spread things out, rather than do all it right away or in one go or something like that. But who knows what will happen. I have got the whole story planned out. You just gonna have to wait.

To Patricia Louise A. Pena

keep up the good work, I hope Leonardo will confess his feelings to sally in right time.

Ohhhh, he will. And you'll never guess when. I'm not telling. It's a secret so,….shush!

And thanks for The Disney Critic Gal, Anny Shredder, Patricia Louise A. Pena and suntan140 for adding me or/and the story to their favourites. Love to have fans to come around all the time.

It is time for April's little adventure!

(Grand Central Station, Manhattan, NY – 8:45pm)

The call has ended as April pulls the lone earpiece out of her ear. And looking to her left to see the objective in sight.

Dr. Baxter Stockman has entered the building.

And what coincidence that he shows up to the exact bar where the undercover reporter is hanging out. Some say it was luck or some say it was research which is what April has done to find the mischief genius himself.

The hostess directs the scientist to his table which it is located close to the entrance. "Here you are, sir."

The customer nodded. "Thank you." Baxter won't be here for long as he needs to be somewhere else. Maybe just a nice quiet drink while checking on his schedule will pass the time.

The hostess nods on the gesture and retreats back to her post. Watching the doctor like a hawk, April examines the man without giving too much away. Baxter takes his seat and place a thin object on the clean, white table cloth. Opening up the leather flap to reveal one part a glowing blue screen and the other part a built-in keyboard in which he starts pressing in commands. That looks to appear to be Baxter's iPad, no doubt about it. He never leaves home without it.

Was it too crazy to do this mission all by herself? To get any info on Shredder that Baxter stores away on his device and to prove her theory on the scientist that he is in cahoots with the dangerous man on the planet? Maybe she can call the guys up again and tell them to send Sally over. She'll be here in a few minutes.

No. She can't ruin her night. After finishing her school work for the week, Sally deserves some downtime. Not to mention that taken up martial arts has taken most of her time. For the past year, the young reporter has noticed a change in her teen roommate's personality. Her confidence has improved, she is well-protected and she has managed to make some friends at school. And whenever she needs to know where Sally is, her first thought would be the Turtles. That has not been a problem. Sally is growing up, and in a few years' time, she will be an adult. Which means, Sally will be old enough to make her own decisions like going to the college of her own choice to study her major or how long she can stay out for with friends without the woman worrying every step of the way. For a few years now, she has prepared her young roommate as best as she can. It will be teary when she leaves on her own. Her own dad would be proud of her and how far she has come.

But she can't get herself distract with the future at the moment. She need to stay in the present. And right now in the present, she needs to focus on her mission.

April looks down at her hi-tech watch. She has already flipped up the tab to activate the holo-screen; turning the program on with the built-in Bluetooth. The words "NOT IN RANGE" were blinking on the screen. Not close enough. She flips the tab down and looks up at the occupied man. How was she gonna get close now? Why couldn't he sit at the bat? Maybe not his style. She could locate herself to the table next to her. Just a foot away would be great. But…he is still using his device. Plus, the table next to him is already occupied.

If she does hack into the tablet, it could send some kind of warning or notification that Baxter would easily detect. No. He doesn't need to use it for only a few seconds. But, when will that happen? Definitely not after he leaves.

Maybe if he was busy talking to someone. Like who? A fellow colleague or…a fan of his work…

That could work! No doubt any geeks in his evil club or from the Foot Clan would show up tonight. And maybe enough time to talk up a storm about his line of work and achievement.

It's now or never. She needs to make a move. April hops out of her seat, pushes up her glasses up and makes her way towards Stockman. Showtime.

As she draws closer to him, April's heart begins to speed up. Just pretend he is Channing Tatum or Chris Evans. Either one of them would work for me and Sally (if she was here). But she keeps on walking. Coming to few steps away, she puts on an admirer personal with her hand locked together in front. Her phone is grasped in her tight grip. Act like a fan. Someone who admires his work.

"Excuse me," she speaks up; getting his attention.

He looks up to see a young, slim woman with black glasses in a nice suit; standing before him. Is she a waitress who works here? No, her uniform is a lot different from the hostess that directed to his table. Maybe she is the manager or something? No,…judging from her mild fidgeting posture and quirky smile, she was neither.

April gives off a light girly giggle, quickly hover her hand over her heart; apologetically, and puts it back into place and takes a step closer. "Um, sorry. It's just…aren't you, um—"

But he was quick to the punch. "As much as I'd like to be someone that a girl like you would recognise, I can assure you…" he shakes his head, "…you don't know who I am."

Poor girl. She might have mistaken him for someone like Denzel Washington or Will Smith. He was hoping that his prompt answer would urge the girl to leave and mind his own business as he looks back to his device.

Well, for a genius, he is wrong. Time to work your magic, April.

"You're Baxter Stockman." Baxter stops what he is doing and looks back at her again. April presses on. "PhD. Graduated from MIT at 15 years old." She got some of these facts from her good friend, plus researching a few more details. "Your innovations in nanorobotics at TCRI have been…truly inspirational for me."

A smile curled on his face as she chuckles some more like this was the best day ever. So,…she does know who he is. He almost fell off his table as her mouth runs of his recent work. Never in his life has he noticed by anyone who has heard of him. He would usually meet some fans at conventions or exhibitions. He was very much touched. And such a pretty one too. Never seen much of them in the field lately. He was a bit taken back by judging her on the spot. Maybe he should be carefully on what he says in front of company. Who knows what they have to say.

"I'm so sorry," she apologises. "I'm just like…I'm a nerd!" Isn't anyone in whatever field they are in like books and film? If she was truly a fan of his work, she would feel extreme bad for invading his space.

"No, please." He pats an extra seat next to his. "Geek out. Please."

If she was a mega-fan, she would explode. As a decent human being who is a top-notch reporter,…she has to put on a class act. For the sake of her mission. Like an actress, playing a role. But…sitting close to Stockman to swipe the data that she needs? Just the opportunity that she needed.

"Really?"

Baxter nods. "Yeah." A nice conversation between experts will the pass the time and just what both of them hoped. For Stockman, to spend quality time with an attractive woman whom would point out different theories on parallel universes. And for O'Neil, enough time to grab the data and vamoose.

"Oh. Thank you," said the pleased April as she slides onto her seat, putting her closed phone on the table. She better thank Donnie later for giving her some interesting facts on the doc. Speaking of which,…the smart turtle himself would kill for to have a conversation with the scientist himself. If he is in the employ of the Japanese criminal himself.

"Yeah," Baxter chuckles.

Her glasses were started to fall off again as April pushes them off before she resumes to speak. "Um,…actually, though,…there's a big difference. I'm a nerd, not a geek."

As she talks, April looks down at her watch. She was definitely more than three feet away. And best of all,…Stockman isn't using his iPad. All the more reason to activate her program. Flipping up the tab, the download commences. The connection picks up the nearby device and starts to copy all the info that Baxter has on his machine. A light blue hue was shown on the larger tablet with the leather case closed up. April hopes that he doesn't spot it or else her cover is blown.

"Um,…it's the difference between, like,…Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter."

The scientist expression lit up at her explanation. "Oh!"

"…or, um,…TED Talks and Comic-Co—"

Baxter nods, catching on. "Comic-Con! Yeah!" He then does the most obnoxious laugh as April giggles along with it.

"Wow!" Clearly, he too knows the difference. Nor that he doesn't mind. As long as either one of them is very passionate of a particular subject or any popular culture.

Baxter downgraded his laugh. "Yeah."

April didn't bother to look at her watch. She was only at 30%. Only a minute to go and she is in the clear.

A young male – possible in his mid 20's – with a messy brown short cut, a cream jacket with a brown checked long-sleeved top, cargo brown pants and a pair of brown sneakers with a green shoulder bag over his left shoulder approaches their table. "Dr. Stockman." The doctor looks over to his left to see whom has interrupted him. "We just got confirmation, sir. The "package"…is shipping later tonight," the messenger boy confirmed.

The package! Must be Shredder. No doubt about it. While Baxter isn't looking at her, April looks down at her watch. The download speeds up to 46%. Just about 30 seconds and she is good to go.

"Well, make sure they're tracking it every step of the way," he said, grateful to hear the news. April looks up to see the doctor giving his tablet to the boy. Oh, no… April looks down at her watch. Her expression doesn't show any sign of panic but her heart is speeding up. So is the download that just past 56% and is rising steady. Any second now, the iPad will move away, the signal will become weak and the download will be halted. April was internally begging the younger man to stay for just a few second.

Baxter hands over his device to the carrier who places it in his bag. Now that the deed is done, the intolerant doctor clasps his hands together and rest them on the table. "And Trevor,…I'm done working for the day." Baxter motions his head towards his pretty guest. The messenger boy – whose name is Trevor by Baxter – looks over to April. She presents a small grin at Trevor whom returns one. The famous doctor has company and doesn't want to be disturbed while he is on a date.

Not wanting to rude for another second, this cues Trevor to leave the table and head out of the restaurant as he pushes pass a few people and heads down the nearby stairs. April watches him go as the device in his satchel went from three feet away to out of distance.

April looks down at her holo-screen. The words DOWNLOAD INTERRUPTED. DEVICE OUT OF RANGE. Great. And with only 38% left to competition.

She needs an excuse. Any excuse to leave to hunt the iPad down and finish the download. Looking at her small rectangle device with the yellow cover that she left on the table, it came to her.

Baxter turns back to his lovely guest for the night. "So, yo—"

But April holds up her pointer; indicating to "hold a second". She quickly grabs her phone and places against her ear. "I just have to take this. Really quick." She then holds her phone on her chest to muff the noise from the other end. "It's my boyfriend. I'm sorry." Giving the doctor a remorseful look, she then scoots off her seat and takes a step away from the table.

Baxter's smile drops complete when the b word was mention from her lips. "Oh, you have a boyfriend. Of course you do." Just when he was about to ask if she was seeing anyone. He was hoping it wasn't someone from the science committee or a Nobel Prize winner or, more importantly, a no, I'm not seeing anyone. I would like give you my number, so we can keep in touch. Maybe our first date will be conduct an experiment together.

Honestly,…no. But she nods in regret as she takes another step towards the exit. Since when does April have the time to find a man in her life? She has her mother, her older sister, Sally, Vern and the Turtles in her life. Who needs a boyfriend? Plus, she has her busy career as a news reporter by day and undercover agent for her ninja friends at night. Speaking of, she needs to stay focus on her mission. The more she stalls her time with Baxter, the further away her target will get. And by then, it will be all worth for nothing to get the dirt on Shredder.

But Baxter would like to know if her man has not only the looks, but the smart like he does. "But," his voice stops April in her tracks, "does your boyfriend know the difference between pi to the third decimal point, and pi to the fifteenth decimal point?"

If Donnie was here in her place, he would answer that riddle on the spot. But April, instead, draws a blank look with a forced smile. "It has been truly been an honor to meet you. And you are really one of the greatest mind of our generation." And she was being sincere. Even if he does work for an international manganic. "Bye," April quietly muttered as she awkwardly walks away.

Baxter watches the mysterious women as she disappears into the crowd. Just like Cinderella. All alone, he dejectedly signs. Great. So much for making an electric connection. And she is already taken which it is a bummer. No doubt that she will return to finish the conversation.

She was close. This close to getting the info of Shredder from Baxter. And no doubt she can go back to coax the doctor now. Or else her cover will be blown and she will probably lose her only chance to find out what Baxter is planning with the Shredder.

Rushing down the first flight of stairs, she stops running in her high heels and looks over the busy crowd. She sees the messenger boy (I think Trevor was his name) himself already at the bottom level and was walking across the courtyard. Pressing forward, he swipes out his phone from his trousers' pocket to check his texts. He was heading towards the exit. If she stalls any longer, he will be long gone. Out of her sight and reach. And the mission will certainly fail.

What can April do? Shadow from behind until the download is complete? He might notice the same woman that he saw in the restaurant with Stockman; stalking him.

But what if she was someone else? Like maybe without her wig and glasses? Could work. And maybe with a different jacket on. April now wishes she brought a bag with a change of clothes. If she did, it wouldn't be enough time to get change. He would be long gone once she is done.

The sound of giggling catches April's attention. Looking ahead to see a group of girls – all in short checkered skirts, white mid-riff shirts, different colour high-knee socks and high-heels on. Some have black jackets on and their hair is all styled up and their faces are all glamour with makeup on. Only two guys were with them; one was dressed as the Scarecrow from Wizard of Oz and the other was a Pharaoh. April also sees other people wearing costumes. Well, it is Halloween. She and her friends need to plan something for that occasion. Maybe think about that later. Right after the mission.

They were all taking photos, showing off their poses and their good sides for, maybe, I don't know, their page on the social media website or something.

And little Trevor here…was heading towards them.

Maybe if she blends in with the girls and gets Trevor to pose for a few pictures with them, it will provide her enough time to resume the download and get all the info on Shredder. Perfect!

Only, there is…one little problem. April looks like she is ready for an interview; not to show it. Not to worry. She does have her white top. She does have her high heels on. And she is wearing knee-high stocking. You can't see them while wearing the pencil skirt. She is just missing a few more on her list and she is ready to intercept.

Not too far from their right was a small clothing kiosk. And one of the clothing items that they are selling is a rack of checkered skirts. Just what she needs.

Well, Trevor, get ready to be blown away.

With a new plan set, April was on the move. As she walks down the second flight of stairs, she also, with ease, slides her jacket off. She was also keeping an eye on Trevor as she pries the clothing off of her.

As she descends more, she can easily see an I.D. card of the words TCRI on. Must be one of Stockman's employees running his little errand. Getting coffee for him, filing and copying some documents, getting updates on a certain criminal locked up in the Big House. That kind of jazz.

Getting close to the bottom of the staircase, a bin was on her left as she throws the jacket into the dump. She doesn't need it as she brought it from a discount shop. There goes $10 that she will never get back. Oh well.

April begins to speed up a little until she walking at the same length but a few metres apart. She looks back to Trevor who was still getting through the crowd while on the phone. He looks up from time as he nearly collides with passing crowds; slowing him down. They are both getting close to the certain group as April doesn't have much time. She needs to act now.

And the certain kiosk was in her sight. And so was that skirt. Pulling off her glasses, she snatches the blue skirt off the rack with ease. Good thing the cashier wasn't around to see it or else April would be in a lot of trouble for pulling the five-finger-discount under her nose.

Throwing her fake glasses in another section, she unstraps the checker skirt and wraps it around her waist and locks the metal cuffing on. To make sure that her pencil-skirt is not shown, she rolls them to her waist to show off the high-knee stockings.

After fixing the skirt up, April sees a small black jacket, all folded up and rested on the top rail of a chair. Bonus! She quickly swipe that off.

Rolling up her white sleeves, she puts the jacket on. Just like some of the girls, she pulls the bottom part of her white shirt, unbuttons the first few bottom buttons and ties the two ends in a knot, showing off her flat stomach. Just one more thing left to do to complete this look.

Grabbing the front part of the blond hairpiece, April swiftly does a Hannah Montana and pulls the wig off to let loosen her long auburn locks as they were free to breath the fresh subway air. She throws the wig onto the floor and sturts her stuff.

April O'Neil has made a dramatic costume change by taking some pieces of items away and replace them with new ones. If a few boys were looking at her, their minds would certain been blown away.

Now that she looks the part, it is time to blend in with the group and halt Trevor in his path.

April looks over to see Trevor back on his phone as he takes a slower pace but leaning toward the left. A cowboy was walking the other way when she grabs hold of his hat. She now walks beside Trevor who was complete unaware of her.

"Look, everybody. I got a cowboy," April announces to the girls as she puts the hat on his head. This catches their attention as they see one of theirs manages to snag a random from the crowd. One look at a total handsome stranger and the girls are all over him. Hook, line and sinker. Only two girls have got their hands on him as the rest eyes all over him. "Look at those muscles, am I right? Wow."

The attractive ladies have completely no idea that April was acting the part. As for Trevor,…he was certainly liking this. He is single at the moment. Maybe he can exchange a number with one of them if any of them are available. He was totally falling for this ruse that April set him up.

One of the girls with the camera was setting up the shot as April, the groupie with the cowboy all lined up for a shot. "Cheers!" Trevor does a ludicrous smile; showing off his teeth, as the picture was taken.

Since she has managed to lure him into the trap, there is one thing that April needs to get from him. After the shot was taken, April down at her left wrist. The metal tab was already opened to show the holo-screen. The download has resume its progress until it reaches 100%. A little goofy turtle with a purple mask then shows up. The transfer was a successful.

She doesn't need Trevor or the iPad anymore. She has already got what she has came for. No reason to stick around anymore, she decided to leave the awestruck gentleman with the cute girls at his mercy. Breaking away from the group, April looks down at her device and is ready to sync it up to her phone.

Mission Complete.

It's party time! And you'll know what I mean in:

Heroes in the Half-Shell 2: TURTLE POWER! – Having a Ball

Author's Notes: Hey, everyone. Well, all I can say is Trump…is a full-blown traitor to the entire world. And it is getting worse. I can pretty much tell you guys would agree with me.

He doesn't care about the country and his people. He's literally throwing them under the bus (No kid from the meeting he had with Putin). He only cares about making a profit and making it all about him and sucking up to the other nations like Russia and North Korea. He captures children and locks them up in detention centres (one of them died and it was a toddler. Couldn't stomach it.). He separates immigrations. He tells everyone that the media is the enemy and someone fires on a newspaper station in a small town. There have been a few more mass shootings since he has taken office. And…he cut in front of the Queen for crying out loud! And he thinks he is the smartest person alive, (Can you say "INSANE"?) and he just diss Lebron for his intelligent who opened a I Promise school in his hometown of Ohio. Seriously? Can he be a bit idiotic? Everyone is firing back at him – including the First Lady herself! That's right…she is defending Lebron instead of her backstabbing husband. #Lebron2020 for President. Let's make that happen, people!

And there have been so many white racists out and about, they are losing their jobs (and respects) when they are recorded for doing their shit to the people of colour and it goes viral. This is what Trump is turning them into.

If you guys follow me on Twitter ( JessieOrderPro), I retweeted this video of a women calling the ICE of a colour skin mother who is breastfeeding her child in the public with the #CoffeeCarol. Got some great likes, comments and retweets from it and some more people are adding a few more which I think you should check it out if you hate the hate & nasty. Need more love in this world. (I did another one for #BostonBarry. Not as much as the other one but still.)

Despite the different colour of skin, we are all the same. There is only one race and that is the human race. Can I get an amen?

Plus, climate change is our true enemy of the century as we will enter what I learn is the "hothouse" stage. But I think they said that they are ways to prevent this like plant more trees, cut the pollution like shut down the coal mines, take less flights, catch public transports, carpool to take more cars off the road (I might save up for an electric car), uses LED lights, ride a bike to get to places. Anything to help save our planet! Watch Captain Planet! (I should watch that show for my Let's Watch! series. Enjoyable show and you learn something!)

Well, I got those off my chest. Hope you guys like the next chapter. We will be back with the Turtles and Sally in the next one! I will try my very best to get these done as I can but I will take my time to perfect it. Plus, I am rewriting my The Saint's Hope as we speak. Just fixing it up but not changing much as I have almost lost my touch with the fanfic. Getting this motivation rolling.

If you guys are Sonic fans, some behind the scenes pics of the upcoming movie are online. I don't know much about the plot or anything other than some of the cast, I'm hoping that

Guess that is pretty much it for me at the moment. Take your time to read this story and the others while I will get the next one moving!

Take care for now!

Until we meet again,

The DragonLord2912