The Saint's Hope - Season 1 Chapter 10: Fallen Angel, a ninja turtles fanfic

The Saint's Hope

Chapter 10 – Fallen Angel

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!) while other characters like Sally and many more that happen in this fanfic rightfully belongs to me and only ME!

Announcement from our writer: Hey guys! Another week done. Had my brother down for the weekend and had a few shifts at my job. Waiting for the results from another job. In the meantime, let's get on with the story, shall we?

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

To erica phoenix16

I liked how you redid Casey annoying Sally in this chapter, it was much better then the original version.
Anyway, since the Utroms are going to spy on Sally, does this mean that Sally will have a confrontation with them soon?
Also since the Utroms seem to know her mother, I think if you're to follow the original fanfic, Mortu should give Sally a sincere apology for her families geeing caught up in their battle with Shredder.
Speaking of bad guys, since you took some ideas from Kung Fu Panda 2, will Sally have an encounter with Hun and react like Po did in the movie?
Thanks for updating. :)

Yeah, it is a bit better. The original was a little messed up. And I thought it would funnier that way.
The same time as the Turtles? Yes, she would. As well as a certain being…
Maybe, but we won't know until we get to Season 2 where they all meet him.
Well, that's what we are going to find out in this chapter…stay tuned!

To Demon Kirara

(Didn't bother to write your review. I sent you a PM instead)

It is time for episode 8!

(Unknown place, Manhattan, NY – unknown time)

Normally when he is going after creeps and thugs like the notorious Purple Dragons, he would end up winning every time. He would only escape with a few scrapes and bruises, right? Maybe a weapon smashed or his mask a bit scratched? True.

So, the viewers at home would probably be guessing that hanging upside down with his hands and feet strapped down by metal bindings on a metal 'X' was something that he used to, right? No, it is not. Never in his life has he ever been caught.

Rocking from side-to-side and dangling his head at a very high distance from the ground, Casey Jones was resisting the urge to throw-up. And judging by those bruises all over his body and face, anyone could tell that he has been in quite a tussle.

So, where was his hockey mask and his golf bag of terror? Not with him that's for sure.

And to be sure that he doesn't escape (or if he can escape that is), two Purple Dragon thugs are keeping an eye on the Vigilante himself. They were both armed with a weapon each.

So much has happened since last night that made him travel into a scum of a place like this one. It was the last place on Earth that he would find himself in a whole mess of trouble. But he has a reason to be in this place.

How did this all started for this bonehead?

Well, it all started when someone that he knows – someone very close to him – has tangle themselves with the wrong crowd. At first, he was trying to bust he or she out of there and now,…he was getting a little bit green.

It has been crazy night for this dude and believe me; this night was going to get a whole lot crazier and messier.

Usually it would be any of his new friends taking up the narration; Jones here thought he could give it a shot since everyone reading this story wanted the full update.

I guess you could say I'm having a bad hair day and a bad head day and a bad neck day and a bad shoulder day, and a bad pretty-much-everything-right-down-to-my-pinky-toe day.

Pretty much since his capture, tonight was not exactly the highlight of his week. It surely can't get any worse than this. Until it steps through the cage door.

Jones was swaying high above a huge fighting cage that he would kind of have a hard time climbing out or breaking it unless you have the strength of a bull. With the spotlight on a different subject and pushing the only entrance to the cage and making his way to the centre was Casey Jones' worst nightmare. His long-time greatest rival of all.

Hun.

That walking land mass down there, I have him to thank for my current full body makeover.

Seeing the giant himself in his sights makes the Vigilante's blood boil. For all the pain and misery that he has caused on Casey's life in the past, the hockey-mask wearing rebel would never ever forgive him in any possible way. He would take it straight to his grave.

In the background was cheering. Since this is a cage built for fighting, anyone would be expecting a crowd to show up and see the show, right? Yes they would. The place is packed with a special kind of audience. The only kind that Casey despise as much as he hates Hun.

The Purple Dragons.

And they weren't cheering for him. They were cheering for Hun – the Dragon himself of the gang. Of course.

By the time he has come to the centre just underneath the hostage, Hun grabs the mic and looks up to see his prey in his trap. He looks at him with the canniest expression ever. He has planned something special for his old friend high above him. Something fun. Not for Casey in any way.

He faces his crowd – his adoring fans. And they were not cheering for the Backstreet Boys either. The thug himself takes a few steps, lifted his huge right arm and starts to pump it in the air.

A number of the most ruthless, the toughest, and the most spine-crunching thugs that Casey has ever seen in one place have filled up for tonight's main event. They were all ready for some action. Now he has got the crowd pumped up, it was show-time. Hun holds his now flat-right palm in the air. The cheers have decreased into silent. A feedback was made as he brings his mic to his mouth.

"Tonight's cage match championship will determine which team will win the honour of ridding the Purple Dragons of a most hated enemy," he opened. While speaking, the most hated enemy was being lower down into the ring and stops right next to Hun. When he comes to the end, the giant punk points to the prize of the night.

Casey was prepared for the onslaught of boos and harsh shouting from them. After all, he has caused them so much trouble in such a few months. At the first sight of the Vigilante, the entire Dragons population have become…completely baffled. A few puzzled mutters and comments now filled the air in the abandoned warehouse.

Spike was among one of them to speak over the top. "Huh? I don't get it." He turns to the thug next to him, shrugging his shoulders. "Who's that guy?"

What? They can't tell who Casey Jones really is? Even without his mask on? Then again ever since his first beating, he has never revealed his face to anyone in the same room. Without the mask on, he was just any ordinary guy.

Except for one person. And he is standing right beside him.

Reaching down inside his shirt, Hun pulls out something that belongs to the rebel. It was the hockey mask. Casey's hockey mask. To make his boys recognised their foe, Hun switch the mask the other way, pulls the band over Casey's head and places the mask firmly on the face. The disordered mutters that once filled the area were now replaced with heated cries.

"It's the Vigilante!"

Pumping their fists and their weapons in the air, the Purple Dragons are ready to brawl. Casey Jones was probably going to get the beat down of his life. He feels like they are the boxing gloves and he is the boxing bag.

But somehow I get the feeling it's about to get a whole lot worse.

Which leads another question in mind:

Where were his friends when he needed them?

(The Lair, Manhattan, NY – 9:29pm)

Do you get the feeling that there was something that you usually do on a daily basis, but then you don't do it for the next few days or years because you were occupied with other things that have been happening in your life?

Everyone gets the feeling. And so does this girl. And that is why she decided to stay up late for a bit. It has been too long since this has happened. For the past few days, when she tries to what she thinks that would be helpful in battle, even she doesn't want to and she does for personnel reasons.

Placed on top of the small wardrobe are three discarded cans. Like the other night but there was only one and it was placed on the floor. Photos frames that were normally placed there were set somewhere out of reach and harm. The table was normally in the centre was also moved like last time.

It was time for her training. Any girl at her age would either be practising a dance routine, a musical instrument, or sport. But this girl, she has her own special training.

Moving things with her mind thanks to her supernatural powers was nothing that any teenage girl would have. Like the other night, she failed miserably. But tonight will be different. She is ready.

Just like before, she was in her pjs but now, she is in her usual attire. Man, would she kill for some actual clothes. Maybe she can call April and gets some help from her. Maybe the older women can help her find what she would love to wear. Then again,…to be honest, Sally doesn't even know what to get. What kind of style does she like or what kind of shoes would be comfortable to walk around or to fight in the most brutal fights in any dark alley. She may be a girl but in this situation, she has a lot to learn on how to be a girl.

The successful of the Force Field ability all happened a few times in just one night. Let's see if she still got it.

Lifting her hand up to her vision, Sally focuses on the cans. Her hand begins to glow a nice shade of light blue. So does the cans. It only took a second for all three items to float off the wooden cupboard. Normally she would close her eyes to focus. But with her powers growing more stronger every day, she feels that she wants to see it this time.

And it only took another second for the girl to flick her wrist towards her. The two of the cans comes flying to her. With only a metre of them coming close to her, it was time. She quickly thrusted her free hand out in front. Just before it hits her – expecting it to be just like the previous training session – a light blue barrier surrounds around her. The cans come in contact with the barrier and falls to the ground. The shield itself disappears around her. Sally couldn't help but beam with brilliance. She has finally created yet another Force Field. And no-one was in danger to do it. Guess she has finally got the hang of it.

Only last of them remains in the air. Salvadora decide to go for another tactic. Flicking her wrist towards again and the last can comes flying at her.

Just like the cans before, the last item comes closer to the human. But just before it does, Sally leaps up and does a spin to the left in the air. As she comes around, she lifts her right leg and delivers a roundhouse kick. The can comes in contact with her foot. It goes soaring in the air and heads straight for the door.

Just before it can land outside of her bedroom and earn herself the point, a green hand catches the flying item.

The kunoichi lands in a kneeling position. She didn't sense or hear the can made contact with the stone floor or the ground floor if it went that far. No, but it did sound like somebody close by or walk passed the doorway when the can was coming in their pathway.

"Guess you're getting good at this."

Sally looks up. Who would have guessed it was her best friend standing at the foot of her bedroom entry. Seeing the green face with the blue bandana on always brings a warm smile both external and internal for the teenager.

She stands up, raising an eyebrow at him. "Were you watching me?"

Leo nodded. "Everyone else is waiting to head out for a training run. Casey called saying he'll join us when we get up there." He places the can on her bedside table. The container now sits near the chosen photo in the wooden frame. Leo takes a good look at it. It was when he, Sally and the rest of their siblings were only ten years old at the human's birthday party. It was one of the most treasured moments in the young girl's life. Sally will remind herself to place the can in the trash bin.

"Thanks for the heads up." Leo takes his eyes off the picture and looks back at the girl. But she wasn't looking at the male ninja. Sally has her eyes locked on the two cans. She did manage to create a barrier to protect her from attacks. So, why was she not smiling?

The silence between them has filled the air. Mostly from the girl. Great. She is distinct again. It only happens when she goes quiet. "What's up? You managed to master your Force Field, right?"

She crosses her arms over. "Yeah, but with the other skills that I have recently discovered and a lot more to go, who knows how long it will be until I have finish my training. It could take so many years and I wouldn't be any closer." She dart her eyes to the ground, gloomily. "I would kill for a teacher or something."

Leo can actually see the frustration in her. It was almost the same one from a few days ago. This was all before the whole Force Field incident. When she didn't get it, she goes into a slump. But once she has got it, she was filled with joy. But in-between, he just only said just a few words of inspirations that gave her the need to move on and succeed.

"Even without a master, your powers have been improving a lot for the past few months. A lot faster than you had in years," he said.

She snaps out of her mini funk and looks to him. This was getting to be a habit. Every time that she is down, he always has some words that bring her out of it. It feels like she was falling into a black hole and can't escape. But whenever he speaks, a rope has come out of nowhere, ties around her waist and pulls her out to safety.

The human gives smile. "Yeah, that is true…" Sally's hand glowed once again as the two cans float up to her face. She pushes the hand forward causing the cans to float away from her and lands gently on the table. "…but I feel that I didn't do this all alone, you know?"

"Because of us?"

"Yeah, but…." She darts her eyes at the turtle himself, "…mostly you."

His smile disappeared and his eyes went extensive. "Me?"

The only answer that she gave to the mutant was a nod. "Yeah." Closing her eyes, Sally looks away. "Ever since I first got them, I feel like there wasn't anyone who would what I am going through. I thought I was all alone. That is until everyone…and you…all pitched in to help."

The leader himself continues to star at her; dumbfounded. Sally pressed on. "With every step of the way, you are always there to support me, even when the others are there. You also helped me focus my mind which I used a lot." She looks to the floor, clasping her hands together. He may be her brother; but she tends to feel slightly nervous around him when explaining partly of her feelings to him. "For a guy who knows nothing or doesn't have any powers at all, you do share a lot of great tips."

The only thing that Leo can do at the moment was blink.

She does have a really great point. Out of the whole family, Leo has always been there to support. Giving her great advices, and helping her in need, Leo definitely earns the title best friend. It feels like he has knowledge in the same field as she is despite not having any knowledge or powers at all. Most of her family does believe in her unique ability but Leo did most of the backing.

It was no wonder that Leo was her best friend and she was his. They have always acted like a great team together. Since his sister first gaining her power, Leo has come to admire the work that she has put through. So many endless days and nights - tapping into it – and hoping to get even a slight control of it. Leo does not doubt that there will be more in the distance future. The blue turtle took the time to let her confession sink in.

Leo looks to Sally. He opens his mouth to speak…

"HEY, GUYS! ARE YOU BOTH GONNA KEEP US WAITING OR WHAT?"

The two teens turned to the source of the disrupted scream. They don't have to ask who the one who screamed. They all know that came from their favourite hot headed brother. He is the kind of person that you do not want to keep waiting and he just hates waiting, especially from his elder brother who has dealt with a lot of great patience in his entire life. Sally, as well, tend to lose a fuse at times but not as much as her mutant brother.

Leo exasperatedly shakes his head and Sally quietly snickers. "Guess Mr. Loudmouth wants to get a move on?" the kunoichi sarcastically asked. She heads through the door and jumps down off the platform.

Leo shrugs at her, following her lead. "Gee, what gave that away?" Nothing could break this bond between the trained ninja reptile and the powerful kunoichi.

(On the streets, Manhattan, NY – 10:01pm)

The forecast for tonight was a chance of clear night sky with a slight wind from the west. There was a gust of breeze blowing through the quiet street of Manhattan. As quiet as the small concrete highways like this one, there wouldn't be much folks around at this time of night. There wasn't a peep out of anyone tonight.

Until now…

Coming out from the alleyway, only two approached a tinted shutter of a closed shop. In their hands is something that will help them bust it open. They wedge the crowbars underneath the metal door. Once the tools were securely locked in, the goons get a good grip on them and use it to pry the board open. The shutter was lifted up smoothly and didn't make that much noise. The only part that is dented is where the crowbars made contact.

The local antique shops were the perfect place to hit for them. This was one of their usual routines. It was either robs a store or a person. That's how they roll. They were also at the most vulnerable part of the city. And it was the perfect place to hit. Plus, it was pretty much far away from any sighting from the boys in blue. Or the new players in the game.

Approaching close to the entrance, Dragon Face knew this was too easy. By the looks of this store, the security of it wouldn't be hot or this kind of shop would not have any security at all. It was perfect for tonight. He has brought him his chosen men and women for tonight's raid.

But tonight was pretty special. With them was a new recruit.

Dragon Face turns to the newbie and walks up to her. She was amongst the shortest out of all of them. Her purple hair was tied up into high pigtails. The young Latino teenager is wearing a short-sleeve greenish-blue hoodie, dark maroon pants with a black belt equipped with a silver buckle, and a pair of black sneakers. Wrapped around her forearms and part of her upper left arm are light pink bandages with a pair of purple fingerless leather gloves, a couple of black spiky bracelets on her wrists and a pair of metal purple elbow pads with black straps. She has brown eyes and piercing on her right eyebrow and a number on her ears.

The kid here has heard of the notorious gang and now that she is at the age of 13, she was old enough in hopes to join them.

"Clutch time, Angel." Dragon Face kneels down to pick a lone hard brick on the ground. All he has to do was give this weapon to the newbie to prove her worth. He looks back at her. "Think you got the juice to be a Purple Dragon?"

The young girl, Angel, looks at the brick with caution, not knowing if she should break the store window with it or not. She wants to be part of the gang, right? Well, that's her choice. Replacing with a mean smile on her face, she takes the brick out of the leader's hand and holds it high next to her head.

"Oh, yeah, I got the juice," she smugly replied. Dragon Face stands up and steps out of her way. To prove her point – and her future loyalties to the club – she hurls the lone brick at the window; shattering it into multiple pieces. The leader looks on with a pleased look. To their luck, no alarms went off. It was either the store owners forgot to set it up or didn't bother to buy any. This also means they are welcome to take what they please for as long as they like.

Climbing through the smashed window and unlocking the front door, the Purple Dragons were free to enter the shop. As they enter the shop, they all got to work. Every thug in the shop starts to go through all the boxes, took every expensive items that they can carry from the shelves and shoving any small luxurious objects in their spare pockets. The crooks here were having the time of their lives looting the whole shop.

Only the new recruit stands in the background and watches the scene. Since tonight was her first mission, her first job was to keep watch in case of any witnesses.

Not too far from her, Dragon Face grabs hold of the cash register. He holds it high up above his head, brings his arms down and slams the register hard on the ground. It comes in contact with the ground as the metal tin full of money pops out. A greedy look takes over Dragon Face's face. He kneels down and starts to stash the green notes into a small bag. All the punks grabbed what they can and head to the back door. They all give a chuckle.

As the leader collects the last couple of notes, Angel continues to watch the entire scene. Her face pictures a doubtful look. Was this such a good idea? To rob an unguarded shop and take what they pleased? As she grows into her teen years, she thought getting into all sorts of trouble would get her some kind of reputation or something.

She has heard about the gang and took an interest of them. All the young girl wanted to do is make friends and hang out with the cool kids. She figure that the Dragons would be the ideal group that she has being looking for.

If so, how come she feels a little uneasy about all this?

"Nice work, kid."

Snapping out of her cynical stance and reverts back to tough-girl expression. She places her fist on her hips when Dragon Face comes up to her, carrying a small bag filled with cash. Everyone begins to pile out of the shop but all stops at the back door. They are all waiting for their leader. Dragon Face walks to the other side of her as she turns around to face her leader. The harsh boss stops right in front of her, pointing his finger at her. "One more test and you're in."

Before he joins his people, Dragon Face throws the small bag to Angel, which she took in great surprise. Was all this money meant for her or they just want her to carry it? He didn't just smash open a cash register so he can just give her the money, right? Imagine how many robberies like this one they can pull off? Imagine the dough that she can get her hands on it. Maybe she is having second thought of her doubt. She needed the friends and she has got the friends. She did past the first test and the second one was on tomorrow night. Does she need the money? Maybe…

Rather than question about it, she decided to roll with it. Unless she gets caught or something.

Grabbing hold of the door knob, Dragon Face slowly turns it and slowly opens the door inwards. Cautiously as any thief that he and his posse are, he tip-toes out of the shop. Looking left to right, there doesn't seem to be anyone out tonight. There were no witnesses, much to their luck.

Lifting his hand up, he signals the rest of his crew. One-by-one, they all began to pile out of the shop, with a few souvenirs to go. Dragon Face was still on the lookout as Angel was the last one to come out. She still has the doubtful look on her face. The thug leader peeks at the girl with a timidly expression. This was her first raid. Once she has joined his group, the nervousness from her first raid to the others in the future will be nothing.

With his gang and the loot intact, it was time for Dragon Face to head back to the warehouse.

"Psst."

The thug raised an eyebrow. Who th—

Dragon Face quickly turns around. He thought it was one of his men. What he was not expecting was an on-coming kick to the face.

"H-YAH!"

A green foot sends the leader crashing into a few of his thugs. It causes a few of them to drop their keepsakes to the ground.

The leader regains himself as he and the others see their surprise welcome. From their point of view they see what appear to be six fighters but they are all concealed in the shadows, so that they couldn't see the details on their faces. Only four looked almost the same while the other two looked more human than them. Each of them is wielding a different and size of their weapons.

"See, guys?" The one who did the kick speaks first. He was swinging what appears to be Nunchakus in the air. "You never know what kind of fun you're gonna find on the old nightly training run."

"You said it, bro," spoke what sounds like a girl. She has two small swords in a criss-cross shape just in front of her chest. And she doesn't look like them. Why would she say bro to him?

"Now, class,…" this time, the one with the swords; much longer than the female, took the stage to talk. He points one of his blades at the criminal on the ground. "…who can tell me what he did wrong?"

Dragon Face was extremely ticked off. Talk about bad timing. Even though they can't see their faces, the thug has a pretty good idea of who they are.

The fighter with the Sais, twirls one of them in his hand for a few spins. He has something he likes to say. "You mean besides being a badly dressed, law-breaking, good-for-nothing low-life street punk?" The fighter loves to run his own money when dealing with as he calls them low-life.

After regaining from the kick, Dragon Face stands up. He knows it is them. The ones who have been giving them trouble for a while now. He and his gang are not going to let these so-called ninjas and the Vigilante get away with this. Not when they are so close of booking it.

He gives off a menacing growl and raised his fist in the air. "Bust ' em up, Dragons!"

Giving out battle cries, everyone (excerpts for Angel) all charged at the shadow opponents. That was a big mistake. It's either that they didn't learn from their mistakes from last time or that they have never gone up against them. If so, they have no idea how strong that these warriors are.

And what about Dragon Face? Does he stay and fight? Well, he does the one thing that every leader always does: Runs back into the store and closes the door behind him. Some leader. He is letting all his men do the dirty and he decided to sit this one out.

The one wielding a hockey stick at ready comes flying towards his part. "WHOO-HOO!" he cries out, whacking the first thug out of the ballpark. The thug falls near the newbie herself.

The one with the giant swords leaps in the air, crunching his legs into him. "When are these Dragon dudes gonna learn?" He delivers a side-kick to the thug's stomach; sending him close to his knocked-out companion.

The one with the Nunchakus, stood his ground; swinging his weapons around. "Green beats purple every time." He whacks a thug in the face and sends him to a wall. This attack barley misses Angel.

Another to them has come from the air and does a split-kick to the faces of two idiots to the ground to join the others. He stands up from his strike and twirls his weapons in his green hands. "They'll all be black and blue by the time I'm finished with them." He just loves to leave a present for his new friends when they come to.

During the brawl, only one who was still standing, still conscious and hasn't moved a muscle. She was too stunned to believe what she has witnessed. These six fighters, whoever they are, came out of nowhere and manage to beat-up the Purple Dragons without breaking a sweat! When she first joins them a few hours ago, she has heard rumours about these strange fighters that they ever seen before and deliver a huge smack down on them. The Dragons have no idea why they are doing this, but after learning that they have teamed up with the hockey-masked whack bag, they proved to be a public threat.

Angel needs to get out of here. And fast! Or else, she would be next!

With them distracted and most of the punks on the ground; unconscious, Angel sees a nearby corner to another alleyway. She now makes a break for it. But not going unnoticed.

"We've got a runner!" alerted the one with the long stick in his grip. But one member of the team shouldn't be worried about it.

"Don't worry, it's covered!" Possibly the only female of the group kicks one goon advancing at her and elbow another from behind.

She does have a good point. Because one of them apparently is nowhere to be seen.

Stilling gripping the bag of money, Angel has managed to past a few dirty alleyways. Just a few more and out onto the streets where she would be home free. Her place isn't too far from where she is. She was breathing heavily. The young girl was still in shock but she kept on running. There was a big gate up ahead of her. But that shouldn't be a problem as she can easily climb over it.

She may have not got a good look of the guys that gave the jump on the Dragons, but she knows that these dudes are not to be messing around with. Unlike the Dragons, she was smart. Smart enough to escape. Her lungs were now aching but she didn't care about it. She can take a breather once she is safe at a faraway distance. Still running with all her might, Angel looked back to see there was no-one behind her.

But she didn't have time to look where she was going. She ends up crashing into something…tough. Angel falls back on the impact and lands hard on the ground. She closes her eyes from the pain.

Did she crash into the gate? No, the gate wouldn't be this hard. And the gate wouldn't be holding a hockey stick in its hand and aims it at her.

"Going somewhere?"

She was hoping that this masked dude wouldn't hurt her since she was a little kid. The young girl opened her eyes and looks up to him. At first, it was Angel who was shocked. Now, it was his turn.

"Angel?"

Wait. Does he know my name?

And saying her name made it sound like he is distracted. And he was too. Because by the time she gets up, the Vigilante did nothing but reaches his hand out to her. But he did come back from reality when a lone thug who wasn't unconscious comes out of nowhere. He sends a punch to the masked rebel's head. The masked drops his stick as he easily leans to the side; missed the thug's attack and pushes the thug into the wall, knocking him unconscious.

With that creep out of the way, the masked fighter races to Angel. She was halfway up the caged fence when he grabbed her by the foot. At the sight touch of his grip, this caused Angel to drop her sack and was in full alert mode as she tries to kick him away but mostly at the head.

"Let go of me, creep!" she barked. The masked figure was ducking every move that she makes.

"Angel, wait!"

But she doesn't stop to listen. All she cared about was escaping with her own life. And he is not making it better. But more importantly, how does he know her name?

By the third kick came around, the masked man grabs hold of the foot. She can't tell it is someone that she knows with the mask on. Maybe things will calm down once it is removed from his face. He pulls the mask up and rest on his head. "It's me, Casey."

The young girl was gaining her breath from her run and her struggle. Now, it was Angel's turn to be stunned. To see a familiar face in the neighbourhood, she would have not have been expecting him to be around this time of night.

"Casey?" No longer in danger and knows someone who is not a threat, she drops down from the fence. Wait. Was it him who is fighting alongside with those other fighters and she didn't see him? "What are you doing here?"

Casey could be asking the same thing but he didn't. He knows who Angel was with and he knows how dangerous and regretfully her decision would be.

He just couldn't believe that the little girl from his neighbourhood – who is hard-hitting and young but very sweet – would tangle herself with the last people that he would expect from. He looks on with a single-minded expression. "Stopping you from making the biggest mistake of your life." But the question is why she is doing this which caused him to raise an eyebrow at her.

No longer in a surprised tone, Angel moves on to more of an easy expression to an old friend of hers. "What?" She holds up her index, the middle and ring finger; making it up like a dragon's claw. "The Purple Dragons? No, they're my posse. My family."

Her family? She thinks those no-good low-life nimrods as family? She can't be serious.

Case's face softens up a little. "But you got real family at home."

Angel closes her eyes and looks away from one of the adults that she knows. "Yeah?" Her tone sounds pretty gentle. Of course he is referring to her grandma – the only family she has got. Her parents…well…it was a long story that Casey doesn't want to remind himself or remind Angel. She knows what happened to them. All it took was a car accident and the rest is history.

But she quickly snaps back at him; pointing her finger at him. Casey was jumpy at her sharp attitude in a split second. "Well, who asked you, loser? If I want to be a Purple Dragon, it's my own business."

Ever since she lost her parents, Casey can tell that Angel only putting a tough-guy act just to hide her real feelings. Deep down, she feels all lost and confused and lonely. If she only joined the gang to make friends, he knows what she is doing is a big mistake just like he said. Casey reverts back to his focused look.

"Until you start breaking the law,…" he pulls out his hockey stick that he dropped from before and points it at the money bag on the group. "…then it's my business."

Another reason why Casey took on this gig. To take down any Purple Dragon scum that comes across his way. And to make sure that nobody would follow in their path. Like Angel.

The young thug-in-training quickly picks up her earn reward and turns back to Casey. "Yeah? Well, I don't see no badge on you."

"And I don't see no Dragon on you,…" he was referring to the tattoos that he usually see on any of the punks that he takes a beating to. He was worried that she'll have one if remains in the group. He puts his hockey stick away in his golf bag. "…not yet. So why don't you quit while you still got a chance?"

She has to quit. She has to. He'll never forgive himself if something bad happens to her.

Angel does not drop the act. "I ain't quitting nothing," Angel avowed, pointing her finger at Casey's face. And she means it. "Tonight was my first test." She drops her hand to the side. "Tomorrow I pass my initiation, and then I'm gonna wear my Dragon with pride." She shakes her fist and places over where her heart. Finishing up her ordeal with Casey, it was time for her to leave. She begins to walk away but Casey was not done with her. He wasn't going to let her go.

"That Dragon comes with a price," the Vigilante warned his little friend as he starts to follow her. "You don't know what you're getting yourself mixed up in." He was hoping from the bottom of his heart – and the promise that he has made – that he would find some common sense in her; hoping to change her mind and turn her back on a dark path.

But Angel has other ideas.

"Yeah,…maybe you're…right!" At a split second, she whips around and whacks the money bag into Casey's face; knocking him down. The Vigilante's mask goes flying off his head and goes crashing on the concrete floor. This gives enough time for Angel to make her escape. "But I can still take care of myself!"

She once again climbs the metal fence. By the time Casey has recovered from the sudden whack, she has already climbed over the top and was on the other side. Rubbing his sore cheek, he quickly whips his head around to find Angel…gone.

Great. Guess talking her out of it ain't gonna get her out of this.

Casey has now another reason to be more worried about her. He has made a promise. And he was not going to break that promise. There's got to be something else to change the young girl's mind.

And that is when his friends arrived. After they have dealt with the crooks, they quickly rushed to their friend's aid. During the fight, they did noticed one of them member was a young kid and they hoped Casey would handle it. After seeing their team member on the floor, guess he didn't. Maybe something has happened.

"Casey!" Sally cried out. The teens have all surround the grown-up. He didn't get beat up by a girl, right? Because that would be just sad.

"What happened?" Raph, his best friend, wonders. "Who was that girl?"

Without looking at his friends, Casey stands up. "Her name's Angel." He turns to his friends. "I know her from the neighbourhood. I promise her grandma I'd keep an eye on her," he grabs hold of a sore bruise on his right arm, "keep her out of trouble." The grown man looks to the ground.

"So she's a Purple Dragon?" Leo asked.

Not is and hopefully won't be!

Enraged, Casey whips his head to the blue turtle himself. "Not if I can help it."

(Unknown street and warehouse, Manhattan, NY – 8:58pm)

She might have passed her first test. It is the second test that makes this Vigilante more worried about.

It was a good thing that Angel has alerted him of what she is going to do tonight from their conversation yesterday. Worried for her safety with the wrong crowd, Casey Jones knows exactly where it is being held and where to go.

The Purple Dragons HQ is held in an abandoned warehouse in the deepest, darkest place of the whole city. The place is out of sight that no good soul would ever step in. Even the cops stayed clear of the area as it will cause a lot of problems and will risk the safety of the families that live around here.

Rather than dressed up in his usual hockey mask and golf bag, the Vigilante decided to go undercover, which means hidden in his large trench coat are his choice of weapon and his mask. He has a hunch that no one knows the face under the familiar mask. And he hopes that a certain being would not be here tonight. Or else his cover will be blown.

To make sure that he has the right address, he has followed two thugs. One of them turns out to be Spike and the yellow spiky-hair thug that he has tussle a while back. And that was before he met the green turtle in his life.

They were both unaware of Casey following them. They simply brushed him off as they walked through the open gated fence and both approached the blue-face bouncer. His job was to make sure that only the members of the infamous gang are allowed in and no-one else. It would also seem that to get in, they need a password. That is when Casey stops walking and sees through the fence.

The two thugs halt in front of the bouncer and they both hold up their index, the middle and the ring finger – acting like a dragon's claw. Just how Angel showed him the same sign from before. Ironic that both the password and the gang have the word dragon in it.

The bounder then gives a nod before holding up his three fingers. The thugs both proceed in. They gave a wave to their men once they made it inside. Now with the knowledge of the secret password, Casey decided to head in. He approaches the security guard and does the same thing. Hope this works.

The bouncer steps to the side and gives him the thumbs up. Pointing him inside. He's in.

A bell was ringed inside as Casey steps through the open garage door. The Undercover Rebel takes a good look inside. Inside the Purple Dragons' HQ is a wrestling rink. It appears to be a like an Underground Fighting Arena like you would see in a wrestling tournament or on TV.

The walls were painted of purple dragons all over the large room. The only light shining in the place was on the ring. And it would appear there is a match going on.

Casey looks around to see the smallest person in the room. She betta be close. He approaches the cheering crowd to get a better look at the current match. The only fighters in the ring are Two Ton and looks to be a newbie in the group. Guess he wants to make it big with the dogs. If he doesn't have the guts, he is in big trouble.

The large opponent was pumping his fist in the air. Clearly, everyone in the room was cheering for him and not the other guy. Two Ton has been with the club the longest and the little guy was too much of a wimp to go up against him to be part of this vicious club. They were now circling each other, waiting for whom to make the first move. They have brought with them their own set of weapons. The only difference is that Two Ton has his own weapon. The other guy has nothing in his hands but his fists. Big mistake.

With his customise bat with a large nail through the top section, the fat thug comes charging towards him and whacks him square in the face. The force sends him out of the ring and into the crowd. The small match was concluded. Dropped his bat, Two Ton once again, pumped his fists in the air as the posse cheers for him as the loser was carried out by a couple of thugs. Since he has lost, he has no rights to join their little club.

"Is the initiate worthy of the Dragon?" the announcer asked through the loud speaker to the crowd. Their answer? Letting out boos to the failed recruits.

This is how they recruit newbies? Casey was the only one who could shake his head in disgust. He knows a thing or two about fight clubs but this was pretty much way out of their heads. He just hopes that a certain someone hasn't had their turn yet.

Judging by the look on the magnitude of the audience, something tells Casey that getting Angel out is not going to be easy.

"Let's bring on the next initiate! Give it up for…Angel!"

Alarmed was on Casey's face as his eyes and mouth went wide. But he was both relieved and horrified. Relieved that he was in time to find her before her match but horrified that her match has just started. He then sees the young innocent girl from his neighbourhood approached the ring.

Scratch that. Getting Angel out of the ring is far from easy! She was going through this and it is going to take a lot more than talking to get her out of it.

She jumps herself over the ropes and into the ring. She pumps her fist in the air, hoping to warm up the crowd before her big match. This was the final test for her to join the ranks of the Purple Dragons. Only one person in the crowd knows that if this goes on, it will be her final match of her life.

"Does she have what it takes to call herself a Purple Dragon?" the announcer speaks once more. Once again, a number of boos takes place. They are not convinced by the scrawny young girl.

"No, she doesn't! She stinks!" one of the goons cries over the taunts. But Angel was not gonna let that hold her down along with the hecklings. She needs to stay focus when she looks to her right.

The crowd was now pumped up as her first opponent appears into the ring. A tall guy flips into the small stadium and holds up his dukes at her.

Angel's first opponent has long blue hair that is tied back into a high but short ponytail with another but long that goes along his back and a goatee with the same hair colour. He was wearing a purple t-shirt, a pair of black pants with a metal leg band with sharp spikes located on his right hamstring. He has a pair of steel-cap boots and a pair of metal elbow pads. On his shoulder is a metal shoulder pad that is strapped on his left with a number of leather straps. His chosen weapons are his black boxing gloves that have metal braces on his knuckles. He goes by the name of Sunny.

Angle takes a few steps forward. She can handle this guy. But he wasn't alone.

The crowd begin to grow more loudly. Not a good sign. For Angel that is.

The youngest fighter looks behind to see another thug who decided to join in the fun. He was a lot different from his partner. He has short brown hair with a pair of red sunnies with a strap. He is wearing a white singlet and a pair of brown camouflage pants. He has a pair of black boots, a black belt with studs and a silver buckle, a pair of black gloves with studs and a white bandage is wrapped around his right forearm. He goes by the name of Zac.

Two against one? That does not seem like a fair match.

"Ah, jeez," Casey muttered. By the looks of these guys, they are going to wipe the floor of Angel. This was going to be harder than he thought of getting his friend out of this one. But how can he do it without disrupting the match and without being seen? Zac gives out a bit of a chuckle. Angel looks to Sunny and back to Zac. Who was going to strike first?

Sunny decided to start off by swinging his fist at her head. But Angel was smart enough to read the move. She jumps over the swinging arm and once in the air, she slams her feet into his chest; knocking him back.

She lands over to Zac. Now, it was his turn. Only a few feet in front of him, Zac throws a couple of punches. Both of them missed his target. Angel then kicks the thug in the chin; dazing him. She then does a back flip, providing enough distance between her and the dizzy punk. Once she has taken out this guy, she would be closer to her victory and the rights to join the Purple Dragons!

But her victory – and her life – will be cut short.

Unbeknownst to her, Sunny has already recovered from her attack. He was leaning on the wrestling ropes while catching his breath. He looks in front of him to see the girl's back facing at him. Perfect.

Casey, still in the crowd, moves a little closer to get a better outlook. From his point of view was his worst nightmare. Angel was not aware of Sunny picking up a metal bar. The young girl was moving back and getting closer to the blue-haired thug. He takes a foot forward with the chosen weapon in his hands.

This has definitely gone too far. He came to get his friend out and he can't leave without her. And he surely can't leave with a dead body in tow or else her grandma will be devastated. If he was going in to save her, he might as well blow his cover to do so. But he doesn't care. He needs to do this.

Pulling out his mask, he places on his face. "That's it." He pulls out his bat before racing to the ring.

Just as Sunny was about to make a mark, the masked Vigilant jumps into the match. "Angel, behind you!"

His sudden appearance causes Sunny to take his eyes off the young girl and focus on him. Letting out a gasp, he couldn't believe who was standing in front of him. He knows who this guy is and this guy is more menacing than his boss. But his sudden appearance gave Jones enough time to hit the fool in the face, knocking him down to the ground.

Angel was more than surprised to see the same hockey mask twice in one weekend. She wasn't expected to see him in a place like and she did say she can take care of herself before she gave him a mark on his face and skedaddle away from him. Zac has recovered from his attack and charges at Angel. Lucky for her, the teen was brought back to reality and kicks Zac down. She turns to face Casey who was now standing right behind her. Rather than thankful, she was furious.

"What are you doing here?" she barked at him.

"Your new posse was just about to cave your head in!" he argued, pointing to his head to prove his argument in the first place.

They turn their attention back on the crowd and believe me, they looked pretty ticked off. At first, they wonder why some random dude just hopes in to help the initiate out. But after seeing the familiar mask on, they were no longer confused. Now, after seeing a familiar face in the house, they want some payback.

They all can't believe on how a guy like him got into their club unannounced. Who let him in? How did he get past security in the first place? Well, they all know that they won't let him escape. They need to grab him first.

A few of them started to jeer while a few others started to enter the ring, blocking out any possible exits for the Vigilante. They don't care for the newbie. All they care about is getting a hold of Casey Jones.

Now back-to-back, Casey and Angel are now surrounded by the toughest members of the Purple Dragons. This looks pretty bad but they need act now and get out of here – fast .

"Come on, I'm getting you out of here," Casey avowed, swinging his bat at any thugs closing in on him. Ready to whack the closest one, he was not expecting a huge fist to jab hard in his ribcage. It sends him across the ring and falls onto his back. During the hit, he lost his grip on his bat and has fallen just a bit further than him.

Whoever large hand that punch Casey belongs to grabs the masked Vigilante by the face and picks him up in a high altitude. His feet were dangling a foot off the ground and he was starting to feel immense pain in his jaws.

This thug gives off a recognizable booming laugh. Casey doesn't need to ask who it is. Because he knows who it is. And this thug doesn't need to know who is behind the mask. Because Hun knows who it is.

"Hello, Jones. Long-time no see."

His little rescue mission just got a whole lot worse.

No longer booing, the thugs were now cheering for the top dog of the Purple Dragons. Hun has personally taken some time off his busy schedule to check on how his gang members are doing. At first, he was here for the tournament to see any new recruits to join his club. But he came across a familiar face in the mix. He was both angry and pleased, but mostly pleased that he has him in his grip.

Shaking his legs about and grabbing hold of the thug's wrist, Casey was trying all his might to free himself from Hun's tough grip on his face but there was no avail. "Think I don't know that's you under that mask, Jones?" Guess the thug was not fooled by Casey with his main accessory. They both go way back to Hun and Casey's early days when one was just a trouble teen and the other was just a small kid. "I've got eyes and ears all over this town."

Casey was no longer struggling out of his prison. He knows how tough and stronger Hun is. He has dealt with him before and it wasn't pretty. Hun's tone grows a little higher. "Word is you've been disrespecting the Dragons."

With his large strength, he throws the poor rebel across the ring and sends him flying into the ropes. They rebound off of him and throws him to the ground.

No longer in his grasp, Casey was lucky enough to see his weapon very close to him. He picks it up and stands up. He faces Hun, ready to deliver some overdue payback.

Screaming out a battle cry, Casey charges at Hun. He swings his bat him but Hun predicted his move all too easily and grabs the end at the last second. Casey is now struggling to pull his bat out of Hun's hand but doesn't proved to be successful. Without too much trouble, Hun rips the bat right out of Casey's grip, causing him to fall back. With the wooden tool in his hold, the giant holds the bat with both of his hands and without trouble, snaps it in half.

Casey was no done yet. He was not out of the fight just yet. With a few strengths left in him, he flips himself up, only to lose his balance. Guess the punch that Hun gave him was doing its job of weakening him. He was now the one who is struggling on his feet.

With everyone watching the whole show with fuming expression; cheering for Hun, Angel was not. She was petrified. With this brawl turned intense, she couldn't bear to watch anymore. She takes a couple steps before turning away and rushes out of the crowd.

Everyone continued to cheer as Angel kept on running. As she escapes, she didn't bother to look behind her to see poor Casey being picked up by Hun and throws him to the ground hard like a rag doll. The impact causes Casey to lose consciousness.

The Vigilante was down, but Hun is not done with him yet.

He holds his hand to the side. "Lock up this piece of garbage," he instructed his men before walking away. "We'll play some more with him later."

Casey Jones was definitely in a pickle right now. If only he has some way to contact his friends…

(The Lair, Manhattan, NY – 2:20pm)

…and his friends have no idea the kind of trouble that he is in.

The last time that they saw him was just two nights ago. After telling them about the whole Angel fiasco, the teens decided to help their friend in needed. But Casey declines the offer. He says to them that it was someone he knows from the neighbourhood and he doesn't need any help at the moment. But he will give the heads-up if help is required.

Today was the usual day like any other. After an intense training session in the morning, they all retired to their usual downtime. Leo and Splinter were the only ones in the living room as the turtle was having a quiet reading session. The rat was busy watching the news to make sure if any of his children were not making shenanigans. But he has come to trust his children not to be out in the open.

Raph was duking it out on his boxing bag just close to the main elevator and to his younger brother's station. Sally was located in the middle. She has resumed her special training from last night. Using the bean bags, she continues to excel the Force Field.

As a request that he made to his father, Don has got the rat's permission to bring the one thing that was big enough to fit in the elevator and into the Lair: The Battle Shell. Normally, he would fix it up in the warehouse, but since it is daylight, he was wise to bring it underground so he wouldn't be seen by human that decided to come by the warehouse.

As for Mikey,…he was nowhere to be seen.

Actually, the last time that his family has seen him was that he was heading to his room. And that was a few hours ago. He has spent most of his morning and a few hours in the afternoon reading his comic books. After reading about nearly 100 of them, the youngest member of the ninja family was bored out of his mind. Without anything to do, he decided to do the one thing: he going to intervene on a family member. He walks out of his room and takes a good look around. The question is which one?

He sees Leo busying reading a book. Better not bother him.

Splinter is sitting in the living room. Could probably be mediating. Save it for training.

Raph was having a boxing session with his punching bag. Wise not to bug him or else he'll become his new punching bag.

Sally was in the middle of her training that involves the bean bags…and her powers. Wise NOT to bug her. Ever. Or else he'll end up as Turtle Soup! He always imagine this every time when his sister is in training mode.

Which leaves only one more sibling.

Mikey looks down to see his old brother Donatello at his workstation with the family's car.

He will ac— wait a minute. Donnie is not that violent. But if you rub him the wrong way, then maybe…

Mikey will have to take that chance. Besides, he was bored and he's got nothing to do. That and he were interested about their vehicle that Don is working. Just what is he working on anyway? Only one way to find out.

He hopes down from the ledge and lands next to his brother. Don, with his goggles on, was not surprised by his visit as he was still eyeing on his work. He had a feeling that his baby brother would show up, curious on what he is constructing. The hood of the Battle Shell was up as the Brainiac was installing a plate-like object into the engine of the armour truck with the help of the screwdriver and his wielding torch.

"Whatcha doing, Donnie?" Mikey asked.

Putting his torch to his side and switching it off by the knob but leaves the screwdriver in his hand, Don lifted his goggles off his face and rest them on his forehead. "Working up a remote control system for the Battle Shell," he answered as the turtle keeps on screwing any loose fastens.

They may not share the same interests as they do, but out of all the siblings, they actually get along really well since they are both the youngest in the family. Mikey lightly grabs hold of the plate. Just what this car needs: An easy way to drive the car without going behind the wheel at all. Mikey had always admired his brother's expertise when it comes to technology.

He was now ogling the new device like it was candy or a whole pizza pie. "Sweet…" He can't wait to test it out.

Even without looking, Don slaps his brother's hand off the mechanism. "Ow!"

"Don't touch," the techie here advised before screwing a few more bolts. He doesn't want anyone damaging anything that he creates. That and he doesn't like it when someone touches his stuff. "These are highly sophisticated sensors." He stops screwing, knowing that it is on securely. "When they receive a remote signal," he places his left hand on the hood, preparing to shut the top down, "they'll safely guide the Shell to the signal's point of origin."

As he continues to explain the properties of the new device, Mikey was already at Don's desk. He was looking at what appears to be the blueprint of the remote control system that was left on the table. After viewing the plans, he looks down on the table and sees a small device. Mikey picks it up and observe it as he drops the blueprints. It was a long dark green device with six blue square buttons that looked all the same plus a large red circle button just below the others. "And this is the remote doohickey?"

Not looking, Don knows it is the only thing that is completely different from anything on the table. He just hopes that his brother wouldn't be stupid enough to press the 'on' button. He grabs hold of his wielding torch. "That's it. But it's not finished yet, so please don't—"

RRROOAAAARRRR!

Just as the shocked Don closes the hood down, the engines comes alive. He did not, did he?

Also stunned, Mikey rubs the side of his head with one hand and holds the remote in the other. "Uh,…" Don quickly turns to his trouble brother who now points at the remote. He was busted indeed. "…you were gonna tell me not to press this, right?"

Looks like he is getting his test early.

Giving a scream and jumping off the truck, Don lands on the ground as the truck drives off. He and Mikey watch the Battle Shell drive away without a driver in the seat. It moves around the outline of the home.

In the middle, Sally has halted her training to hear the engine of the armour truck comes to life. She stops looking at the bean bags that are still floating and watches the rampage vehicle; roaming around in her home. Lucky for her that she was still in the middle but she hopes that others would not be road-killed by the on-coming Battle Shell.

The driver-less truck was heading for its first target. The red turtle was still at it with his boxing bag and was not aware of the truck heading towards him. By the time he does a left hook, he notices the bright headlights heading his way.

"Whoa!" Not what he was expecting in his downtime. Just before it comes at him, Raph manages to move out of the way and lands on his shell. The boxing bag was the only thing that took the hit from the truck as it was ripped into two along with the chain and plank of wood that was attached to it. Raph continues to watch it drive away as it makes its way towards the living room.

The blue turtle was still reading one of Sally's novels. Just when he was in the middle of TKAMB, a sudden noise was growing louder. He looks up – in terrified – to see the Battle Shell heading this way.

"Yikes!" he squealed a high-pitched scream; jumping out of his seat, drops the book in the process and moves to his right. But he wasn't the only one in its path. His father was sitting on the couch as the truck was moving towards his direction. The rat was in danger. Splinter was seeing the truck and he was just about to move but he wasn't expecting his son to grab him first. "Excuse me, Sensei!"

He carries his father away just before the truck smashes its way and runs down the furniture along with it. And now the rouge automobile was heading for, hopefully, it's final destination.

Just like what Donnie said, it was driving to the remote signal's point of view. And the remote on the workshop desk. That is where the youngest are. If they don't move out of the way like most of the family did, they will end up as Turtle Pancakes for tomorrow's breakfast!

Like a deer in the headlights (Ironic the headlights of the Battle Shell are on), Mikey's legs and arms were now shaking like a scared leaf while Don was way ahead of his brother. He moves away from the desk but he went back to grab his magnified glass stand and his blueprints of the Battle Shell. He quickly looks at Mikey. His baby brother was not moving a muscle and the truck was getting closer by the second.

"Shake a leg, shell for brains!" Don exclaims to Mikey. The orange turtle stops shaking for a second before he joins his brother away from the danger zone. They both jumped away in time as the Battle Shell slams its grill into desk head-on. It was no longer moving. Guess the armour car was shut down as soon as it came to the remote's location.

With the most important pieces only saved in the crash, Don looks over his shoulder to see his desk smashed up against the truck. His small computer, his lamp and most of his paperwork were clearly destroyed in the collision. And it wouldn't been destroyed if it weren't for his idiotic brother who likes to press shiny buttons.

He was not pleased at Mikey. Not at all. Just when he was ready scowl at him, his rodent father presents himself first at his engineer son and his foolish assistance.

"Donatello, your Battle Shell is a marvel of engineering, a true testament to your incredible mechanical skills,..." he then pictures a scowling face on and folds his arms over, shaking his head, "…and I never want to see it in our home again."

Oh, sure! Blame the tech guy! They always get the fault!

Still angry, Don turns to the one person who has caused all the mess. To start off, it wasn't his fault, entirely. It was his brother's to begin with. He was the one who pushed the button. Full of guilt now, Mikey had his hand on his head. He was definitely in deep trouble now.

"Oops," the youngest utters. Donnie does the one thing that his siblings do to Mikey when he does anything stupid. He brings his hand back and whacks him on the side of the head. "Ow!"

And now thanks to him, the rest of the family will have halted their downtime to clean up the mess; courtesy of Michelangelo. They just hope that something wouldn't come up during their cleaning session.

(Purple Dragons' HQ, Manhattan, NY – 4:48pm)

What does Casey Jones do when he first wakes up in a prison cell? Simple. He tries to pry the heavy chains off his hands, legs – and finally, the wall. It was just in case the Vigilante tries to escape.

With his feet shackled together and his hands bound together by a large chain that is immobilized to the wall, it nearly took him to break a sweat for nearly an hour. That's how long he has been pulling for. He has down it a number of times. But every time that he tries with all his might, it doesn't seem to budge. Even with the help of his feet plated up against the wall didn't help.

Almost straining his voice, his sore muscles and his already bruised-up body, he just stops pulling and puts his feet back on the ground.

It was no use.

He's trapped.

If only he had took his phone with him, he would have contact his friends as soon as he came to. He knew that he didn't need their help from last night. But he was pretty stupid for not accepting their assistance. Boy, did he need the aid.

"LISTEN UP, HAIRBALLS!" he bellows out, hoping that someone would actually hear him. At least he can walk a small distance despite still bound to the brick wall. "It's gonna take a lot more than chains to break down Casey Jones. YOU HEAR ME?" His voice begins to strain a little from the pain that he received from before. "I won't rest until every last one of you Dragons clowns is behind bars or PUSHING UP DAISIES!"

He has vowed that last statement since that faithful night. He guarantees it. It may have been years since that incident but he has planned every step of the way. He was going to make sure that every one of the thug that dwells in the place would be taken care of – one-by-one. Starting with their leader.

This day, so far, has gone pretty bad.

Footsteps were made a second later, followed by a same booming laugh was made. Casey looks to one side of the prison cell and sees nothing. An unexpected, or in Casey's term, an expected shadow looms over the prisoner. "Big words, Vigilante."

Scratch that again. It just got worse. Ten times worse.

Casey turns to the owner of the devil's chuckle and its shadow. Hun has decided to pay a visit to his dear, old friend from his childhood. He looks down on his little prisoner – his little trophy. So many times that Casey has messed with his gang and now, he has finally has him in his possession. "I ever tell you how much fun I had burning down your father's store when you were a kid?"

Casey knows. He does know. The only traumatic event in his childhood life that he will never forget. All thanks to Hun.

The rebel does not bat his eyes at him. He now stares at him, menacing as ever. "At least I had a father,…punk," Casey sneers at him.

Hun, too, was not fazed by this. Instead, he simply reaches his hand through the cage and grabs hold of Casey's singlet. The head thug pulls his prisoner to his face which causes the chains on his wrists to rattle when they made contact with the metal bars.

Hun's foul breath now exhales onto the insurgent's face. "Laugh now, sucker, 'cause tonight the Dragons,…" the giant drops the fool to the ground while giving him the update. "…are having a little Smackdown contest, and you're…the prize." He lifted his hand down and straightens his back a little. Casey remains unmoved since Hun decided to let him go from his grip. "Whoever wins gets to wax your sorry butt once and for all."

And Hun was going to make sure of it. Because once the tournament is over, he won't have to worry about his huge bump on the road anymore. He now leaves the prize as he goes to prepare for the contest tonight. He turns to leave for the stairs that are just behind him.

With the thug's back turned to him, Casey lifted his head a little and sneers at him. Hun doesn't turn around. He makes it to the door and slams it behind him.

Knowing that the tonight is only a few hours away, Casey doesn't have much time. He needs to get out of here and live for another day. He sits himself up and tries once again to pull the chains off his wrists. But they proved to be really durable. Great, just great.

Just how was he going to get out of this mess?

He was not looking forward to the contest tonight. Not at all.

But was not expecting a rattle to be made.

Casey turns his head to his right to the source of the sudden sound. That is when a tile fell from the ceiling that was pushed down by a foot. Whose foot was it? Was it his pals? Have they noticed that Casey was captured and they have come to rescue him?

It wasn't them but it was a familiar face.

The tile falls to the floor and lands near the cage. And so did Casey's saviour. She hops through the man-made hole that she created and lands gently on the ground. She looks from left to right, looking out for any guards that she can or cannot handle. Bu the only people that were in the room is Casey Jones and …

"Angel?"

The grown-up in the locked chamber was surprised. How did Angel get here? Was she here to scowl at him for trying to bust her out? The look of regretful on her face doesn't agree to the latter question. She reaches her left hand to her back pocket.

"I—I heard the whole thing, Casey," she states. From her pocket she pulls out a small rod and walks up to the lock. "I'm so sorry I got you into this mess." She bends down to her knee and places her free hand on the bar. I'm gonna get you out. I swear."

Angel then proceeds to pick the lock with her tiny stick. She figures that she could easily pick the lock with a small tool. A few turns and twists, it was showing no effort. Angel can't crack the padlock.

Frustrated, she pulls the rod out and throws it away in disgust. "Oh!" She then wipes the sweat off her forehead. "I can't do it."

For what she has witness tonight, she couldn't bear it to hold it in any longer. She buries her face into her gloved hands. Tears are now escaping through her eyes.

"This is all my fault."

Angel is blaming herself. She got involved with the gang without thinking things through and without listening to Casey. And thanks to her, he was going to pay the ultimate price.

Her scared tone has a noticeably in the air. Guess she knows how terrifying the gang can really be when she hangs around a bit longer. And Casey didn't blame the young girl one bit. She was just a little kid who got mixed up with the wrong crowd. He stands up and walks calmly to her but only for a short distance as the bolted chain pulls him back a bit. He was only a foot away from Angel and the cage door.

"It's alright, Angel. Don't worry," sympathy reassures her. His comment causes Angel to stop crying. Sniffling the snot away, she musters up enough strength to wipe the remaining tears away from her eyes.

Casey was only looking out for her. Just like any sibling, friend or parent would do for any teenager. She grabs hold of the bars and looks to him. "Casey, what are we gonna do?" she wonders. Casey can't do anything but Angel can. If he can't find contact his friends, may as well send someone else to do the job for him.

Since he can't free himself or Angel can't break him out, he can finally get a message to a certain few that can come to his aid. "Listen to me. I have some friends who can help. Real good friends," Casey whispers, leaning a bit forward. "Go to the abandoned warehouse at the corner of Eastman and Laird." As he explains the plan, Angel nods along. "Ask for Raphael. Hurry!"

With the important information in her mind, Angel did listen to Casey for once and runs off to the destination. When she comes back, she won't be alone.

(The Abandoned Warehouse, Manhattan, NY – 5:30pm)

The sun was starting to set by the time Angel has finally reached her location. Ever since she has left the PD HQ, she has been running non-stop. With time on her side, she couldn't stop to take a breather. She was Casey's only hope to get him out of this mess. And he says that the plan can succeed with what Casey said is his real good friends. During her run, she wonders who they could be or what they look like. Are they friendly or not? Guess she will find out when she gets there.

As she runs off the street, she makes her way into the open yard of the warehouse at the exact location of Eastman and Laird. She finally halts in front of a boarded-off window with only a tiny crack to see through inside. Before she can give the password, she places her hands on her knees; taking a breather.

Once she has caught her breath, she takes a peek through the gap. Casey was right. The place is abandoned. Maybe they are hiding somewhere?

She then lifted her mouth to the hole. "Raphael? Raphael!"

She looks through the gap again. Nothing. She waited for a few seconds. There was no-one there.

Ok, now what?

Maybe she came all this way for nothing. Casey was in danger and she needed help or else…

Now confused, Angel walks away from the blocked window and begins to walk to the streets. She was going to make sure that she got her bearings right. Did she take the wrong turn? Was this the right street? No. It is the right streets. It is at the corner. "This is Eastman and Laird, right?" she wonders. Maybe it was across the street or –

The sudden opening of the garage door slides up and two lights shine on the young teenager. The surprised Angel whips around and uses her arm to shield her eyes from the brightness. The unexpected engines were fired up from inside the abandoned warehouse as it moves closer and so does four more figures.

Just when her eyes become adjusted to the brightness, she lowers her arm to witness something…unbelievable.

"Whoa…" was the one thing that she could only say. Standing right between her and the truck are what nobody would actually believe her even if she tried to. They were green, wear different colour masks, they have weapons on them and they are walking…on two legs.

One of them approaches her as he steps out of the shadows. Angel is coming face-to-face with a giant turtle. He crossed his arms over. "All right, kid. This had better be good." He or the others wouldn't bother to tell her that they were in the middle of a very…important task somewhere else.

Nope. She didn't get lost. She did found the place. And she has found Casey's real good friends. But are they friendly?

It only took a few minutes to get the intros down and for Angel to explain the whole story to them.

They are now driving in what Angel learns is called the Battle Shell. Upon entering the vehicle, she also meets what she was expecting another turtle, but a human girl. Sally finally meets the young teen that their friend Casey has mention to them. She then learns that these green reptiles and the teenage girl were with Casey the other night when she was with the thugs during that robbery. Despite her reaction upon seeing the Turtles for the first time, she was starting to warm up to them. Angel could actually tell that they are good friends with Casey and understands why.

They were heading over the Purple Dragons' HQ in hopes to save Casey. Angel was sitting in the back, still getting used to the reality of four, giant turtles now in her teenage life. Sally was sitting next to her in the back. The purple turtle with the long stick that is named Donatello has taken the driver's seat while the blue turtle with the swords named Leonardo is in the passage seat, sipping down on a soda.

"Okay. I knew Casey hung out with some weird dudes, but you guys are off the charts," she admits and in a nice way.

"Yeah, well, welcome to the club. It's open for everybody excepts for punks," Sally jested. Angel smiled. She understands why Casey would hang out with them. They seem like really nice people despite their unusual appearances.

"No way am I going out like this."

Sally and Angel looks behind to see the last two remaining members. The orange turtle with a pair of Nunchakus named Michelangelo was sitting in the back with the red turtle with a pair of Sais. He named is Raphael. And he is wearing something that he has never tried on before in many years.

Human clothing.

Wearing black shades that cover his ninja mask, he has a white beanie on with a light brown hoodie with the hood on. Over the jumper is a black jacket with a red trim, a red belt and a pair of white baggy pants. He has got no shoes on since Angel didn't have time or can't find a pair of shoes that fit his mutant turtle feet. The only green that you can see on him is part of his face, his hands and his feet. His weapons are hidden away which Sally and Angel do NOT want to know where.

Right now, he is a bit fussy with the choice of clothing on him as he is tugging his…pants. "Tell me people don't really dress this way." And he has seen what the Purple Dragons really look like.

"It's a good look for you, Raph," Mikey teased his older brother. The youngest ninja rest his left foot on his right knee and puts his hands together. Raph stops tugging the clothing and looks at his brother. "Kind of a hip-hop, cat burglar, Stromtrooper thing." Mikey chuckles at the end.

Even behind the shades, Raph simply glares at the jokester. Angel was holding a pile of another set of clothing. Who says that Raph was the only one dressing up? "Don't laugh, green-boy." She passes the pile into Mikey's lap. "You're next." After giving Mikey's new clothing, Angel crosses her arms over. Annoyed, Mikey lifts his hands up.

Sally was now curious when she asked Angel her question. "So, mine is going to be similar, right?"

Angel turns her chair to face her. "Actually, I got something special for you."

"She is done or what?"

Already in his disguise, Raph was ready enough to bust inside the warehouse and save his best pal. They hid the Battle Shell in the back part of the alleyway. That way, they would not blow their cover.

But they all have to wait for the last member of the group. And her disguise was taking a bit longer than theirs. First off, she is a human. And it takes a bit of time for her to get changed. Angel was helping her with her change. Everyone else was already dressed up.

All four turtles are wearing black shades but their disguise is a lot different from each other. Mikey has a blue beanie with an orange trim. He has a white hoodie but doesn't have the hood on unlike Raph. He is wearing an orange jacket over the top, an orange belt and a pair of blue pants. Don was decked out in all-white with a beanie, a shirt, long trench coat with the hood on and a pair of baggy pants but his belt is in a shade of dark grey has a silver buckle. Leo was slightly different from his brothers as he has a dark blue trench coat without a hood, a dark blue beanie, a red long-sleeved shirt, a light grey belt with a white buckle and a pair of blue baggy jeans. Like Raph, they don't have a pair of shoes on. And their weapons are hidden away within the coat pockets or placed inside the outer pockets.

With one player left, they all waited just a street away from the warehouse. For a few minutes, they have been watching a few punks going into the warehouse.

"The longer we wait, the more danger that bonehead will be in," Raph noted. He doesn't want to wait for his little sister to finishing getting ready.

Leo adjusted his beanie to make sure it doesn't slip off his bald green head. "Just give it second, Raph. Sally will be done when she is done." The leader in blue knows that he and the others hate to rush their sister like that.

Angel walks around the corner and walks pass the mutants. "Ok, we're good."

And she was followed by the teenage kunoichi, who was tying up a cyan bandana in a triangle-formed. "Let's do this."

The boys in the alleyway all looked at the girls and were ready to move out but they took a second look at their own sister and her…disguise.

"Whoa!"

"Wow, Sal!"

She no longer dressed down in usual ninja attire. As for this mission, she is wearing a black singlet with the picture of a skull in white and purple outline, a red & black checkered skirt with two small belt straps on the fold, a pair of ripped-up black tights and a pair of black-white striped High-Tops. Around her waist are a few grey studded black belts. On her wrists are a few leather bands with a skull-shaped stud and on her hands is a pair of black biker gloves with studs. Around her neck are dog tags with brown leather string. Her hair is not tied-up in a ponytail as it was all undone. That way, she can easily tie up her bandana. Her own weapons were strapped to the side of her legs in black straps.

Her brothers, in fact, were actually surprised with her new look.

"Whoa, Sal! I could hardly recognise you!" Mikey exclaimed. He may be her brother but he kinda like this new look. He and the others have never seen their sister wearing a skirt before in her life as she noted that she always felt too…vulnerable. But that was only when she was much younger and acted like one of the guys. Donnie nodded in agreement.

Despite wanting to charge into the place to save Casey, Raph begins to admire the wardrobe for a second. "Yeah, do we like know you, miss?" he joked, crossing his arms.

Sally gives off a cocky smile to the mutants, doing some-what a sassy pose. "You should thank Angel. She did a very nice job getting me into style." She turns to the youngest member of the rescue squad. "You gotta tell me where you got them."

Leo was the only one who didn't do anything or kept quiet. He didn't know that his little sister – his best friend – does look pretty cute in her new clothing.

Wait.

Did he just really think that she looks…cute? Why would he think of that? She was his sister. Right?

He simply brushes it off. He knows that she has to wear the outfit to sneak in, find their friend and get out. He was supposed to be the leader so he needs to stay focus. From where they are standing, another couple of punks approached the bouncer. From last night, it was a blue-faced thug but now a red afro thug named Murry is holding a long metal pole in his grasp.

Angel takes the lead with Sally right behind, followed by Leo, then Don, then Mikey and lastly, Raph.

The disguised female ninja leans a bit closer to the person in front of her. "So, any tips, Angel?" If they were to have any chances of rescuing Casey, they need to be incognito.

The young girl halts causes the others to stop as she looks behind at her new friends. "Just be cool and follow my lead." They didn't bother to question Angel as they all resume walking towards the main gate. Angel was the first to give the signal to gain access. Sally and the Turtles all followed in pursuit. Only the human did the same as the newbie while the mutants were lucky to only hold their hand up. All five of them easily passed.

Mikey looks back to the last turtle in line. "Good thing it's only a three fingered salute." Yeah, good thing, Mikey.

Without giving away or being suspicion, they all entered the club. Not thug batted an eye at them as they were all too busy watching the brawl that is in progress. The abandoned warehouse was officially packed with every single Purple Dragon thug, in all shapes and sizes, in the entire city. A number of them (mostly everyone) are all armed with a number of pipes, metal bars, chains, bats, or anything that they can whack someone in the head with.

The teens have made their way from the main door to the front of the stands. They turned their attention to the stage. Apparently there was a match going on for the initiates just like what Angel did last night.

Mikey holds his hand to mouth and whispers to his older brother. "Yeesh, it's like we walked into an ugly convention."

"Hey, then you must feel right at home, Mikey," the red turtle countered it. The jokester was taken back by this snappy comment. The female fighter overheard their conversation and covers her mouth. She tries so hard not to giggle. Raph just loves to quip back at his baby brother.

Don approaches his wacky siblings. "Knock it off, you guys," he harshly whispered. "I'm trying to blend here." The purple turtle looks behind and sees the stance of the thugs behind them. If they are dressed as thugs, they may all act like them too. A split second later, he quickly looks to the front, stands up straight and crossed his arms over. It like what Angel said, just be cool.

Raph and Mikey both looked at him. The orange brother was standing next to his purple brother as he does the same. Raph watches him and does the same action. Leo was the only turtle who doesn't fold his arms and Sally just simply places her hands on her hips.

"You really wanna look like a Purple Dragon?" Raph speaks up. "Try getting your butt kicked by a Ninja Turtle." He holds a fist out for his younger brother.

"I'm down with that," Mikey agrees, giving a chuckle at the end and holding out his fist too. They then tap their fists on the sides before giving a fist bump. In everyone's mind, they all agree.

Once again, Sally stifles a laugh. It may be true but they don't want to blow their cover. Not just yet. "So, when does the big battle happen?" Sally wonders. Nobody has either mention or gave out the timesheet for tonight's matches. Do they just happen right away or everyone should already know when they come in?

"It should happen very soon," Angel replied. Which means they have to hurry.

Sally gives a nod before turning to Leo. "What's the game plan, chief?" The match was still going on and the crowd was cheering. One of the fighters manages to throw his opponent out of the ring, thus winning the match. With this many eyes on the ring, they shouldn't have too much trouble drawing much attention. Leo has taken the time since they have entered to come up a strategy. He moves forward and turns to face the rest of the team.

"Okay, guys, take note." Leo then points to each section of the warehouse. "You got exits there and there." At each end, the team can see a few thugs, rougher and intimidating than ever. "Guards posted around the perimeter." The blue turtle looks around once more before turning back to his squad. "Everyone's pretty heavily armed, so can we try to avoid a fight?"

Only Leo's siblings all looked at each other. And then back to their leader. Did their older sibling really say that? Leo just realised than who he was talking to.

"Yeah, right. What was I thinking?"

A metal cage was then brought down causing the teens to focus on the ring once more. The entire place was roaring for the main event. Casey must be now close by. As the cage was brought down, there stands in the middle of the ring was the largest of all thugs that the uncover ninjas have ever seen. One of them squint her eyes to get a closer look. Hmm, he looks pretty tough. Wait, where have I…

She turns to her red brother. "Hey, Raph?" The rebel turns to her. Sally looks back in front and points to large punk. "Isn't that the guy you have been telling us about? The one who capture you a while back?"

Gritting his teeth, Raph gives her a nod. That's him. He still remembers what happened that night. Strapped down to an operating table; he was very close to being dissected while his interrogator was asking a bunch of questions. The only thing that he ever did to him was punching him the gut and putting on that mask before making his escape.

The spotlight now lights up on the thug himself. He holds his flat-right palm in the air. The cheers have decreased into silent.

"Tonight's cage match championship will determine which team will win the honour of ridding the Purple Dragons of a most hated enemy," he opened. While speaking, the most hated enemy was being lower down into the ring and stops right next to giant.

Fuel of rage is already burning up inside Raphael's body. They have their friend in custody and was badly bruised. Whenever one of his family or friend is messed with, Raph does not like it one bit. The crowd gives out more boos to the one person who gave them so much trouble for the past few months.

"Lousy thugs." Everyone in the group turns the red hot mutant, itching for some action. He has his hands inside the hoodie's pockets. "I got your most hated enemy right here." With that, he pulls out his own twin Sais and holds them; menacing. But Leo manages to come to his side and lowers them down.

"Easy, Raph." Leo looks back to the ring. "Let's not blow our cover just yet." Not until they have saved their friend.

Determined, Sally begins to crack his knuckles. "Yeah, I like to see the look on Ponytail's face when he finds out that we crashed his party." She might have never met him but in her point of view, he doesn't seem so tough for her.

The leader of the Dragons – Hun – takes the hockey mask out of his singlet and straps it to his prisoner's face. The audience roared with cheers at the sight of the Vigilante. They were going to get some sweet payback. And it will all happened very soon once Hun leaves the floor. Before leaving, the de facto leader sneers at his old friend. With that's done, he walks through the entrance of the cage, easily climbs over the wrestling rope and makes his way to his seats, that way, he can witness the competition for himself. As much as he wants to deal with Jones himself, he wants his boys to have some of the fun first.

A feedback was made before the announcer speaks through the mic. "So whhhoooooo ready to battle it out for a shot at the Vigilante?

There was no end to the cheering from different types of thugs in the house. And a few of them has the guts to jump off their seats and made their way to the cage. They all want the part of the action. Casey has caused them a lot of trouble. And now, he is the one who is going to get trouble.

A number of them have already enter the ring; waiting for the main bell to ring. "Come on, come on, come on. There's gotta be more takers than that. The honour of the Dragon is at stake here!"

During the broadcast, Casey was now lifted back up to the ceiling. Unbeknownst to him, six of his friends were on the ground, watching their poor friend in his own little prison. Since he has been raised near the catwalk, all they need to do is gain access and do it without being seen.

"How we gonna get him down from there?" Don wonders.

Angel turns to them. "I know how to get to the catwalk."

Perfect. Leo turns to his youngest siblings and points to them. "Go with her. Nothing fancy. Just stick to the shadows and cut him loose." Sounds simple enough. But that was only the half of the team.

"And what are you three gonna do?" Mikey asked. He, Don and Angel can't be expecting to do all the work. The three eldest gotta do their share of the workload. So, what can Leo, Raph and Sally do in the meantime?

The blue leader looks over to the stage. Just above the cage was the lone spotlight, circling around the entire club. The only time when it is on the stage is when there is match going on…like the one that is going to be commencing very soon.

Leo turns back to the team. "We'll make sure that spotlight stays on the cage. Now, go." The plan was now set. It was time to move. Angel leads Don and Mikey to the access ladder to the catwalk while Leo, Raph and Sally all procced to the cage. The single spotlight has returned to the cage and remains motionless. The match appears to be starting very soon.

The crowd was still going at it as the thugs in the ring are all pumped up. They were all ready. "Last chance to rage in the cage! Any takers? Any takers at all?" the announcer once again proclaims. The three ninjas have made their way to the edge of the stadium.

"Is this gonna work?" Raph doubtfully asked. He grabs hold of the ropes and climbs through it. Leo grabs hold of the top rope and jumps over and Sally places her hand on the pole, bends her knees and jumps over the ropes; landing gracefully on the other side.

"You know a better way to buy some time?" Leo pointed out. That was their part of the mission. One team does the diversion. The other team does the rescue. "Besides,…" he walks towards the gated door with their sister right behind him, "…you need to practice." Sally smiles, shaking her head.

"Moi?" Raphael finds that comment slightly offended. He ends up following his siblings inside. As they entered, the announcer publicizes their presences.

"Three new initiates have entered the competition!"

Inside, they were eight thugs in the cage. And now, they are peering down on the new additions that have joined the game. One of them jumps down from holding onto the bars. Another was punching his fist into his open palm. A few were cracking their knuckles. Some even have a weapon in their clutches. Their appearances would make any opponent shaking in their boots.

"Let's show them how Purple Dragons treat newbies!"

In a good old fashion brutal smack down in their version.

The thugs watching the show are cheering for their own teammates, not for the secret ninjas. Like Leo has planned, their only job was to buy enough time for the others to free Casey and get the heck out of here.

The thugs all know that with these new faces that only two of them have covered their faces with sunglasses and beanies, they know that they can easily deal with them.

But they have no idea the few surprised that are waiting to be unleashed into tonight's big match.

Getting up to the catwalk was easy enough. Freeing their friend from the metal bars was another story. Don and Mikey have already pulled out their weapons and were leading the pack with Angel right behind them.

Caution as they can be, they are tiptoeing their way to help release their friend from his prison. Just coming around the corner from their visual were only two guards. The two thugs' only job was to guard the trapped Vigilante and watch the game from high above. Right next to them is a latch. It controls the contraption which should be enough to free their friend. The heroes were a fair good distance without being spotted.

"We just gotta take out those two goons without drawing too much attention," Don spoke as they all halted. Only he and Mikey kneeled down but Angel remains standing up as she leans forward on her knees.

Mikey looks at his brother. "Any bright ideas?"

Bright, huh? The genius places his weapon down in one hand and rubs his chin with the other. A smile appeared on his face. An idea did come to mind. And it is a bright one indeed.

"Yeah,…" the olive-skinned mutant points to a nearby stage light. "…a real bright idea."

The wrestling bell range a few times. It was show time.

As soon as the bell went, so did the ninjas. Sally was the first to move. She was doing a series of manoeuvring and flipping over the thugs' head. This was her part of buying time. There was a second that she used to look up.

Even with the mask on, she couldn't tell if Casey was knocked or not. But she can see him breathing which means he is okay.

Raph, on the other hand, has managed to knock a thug down. Seriously, doesn't he know how to stall for time?

He sees a thug coming his way. So, he jumps up to the cage and grabs onto the bar. As the PD thug comes charging in to attack, the disguised turtle flips up, causing the punk to come crashing in head first. The force causes him to fall back. He will wake up with a bad boo-boo. Once the punk was down, he moves onto the next one.

From the other end, Leo manages to duck one crowbar attack from another ruffian and kicks him away when he has the chance. Another thug was coming up behind him but Raph enters the scene and slams his feet into his chest, knocking off his feet. Now near his brother, Raph approaches his next target. The PD fool approaches him and throws a few punches, but Raph manages to dodges them both before unleashing his own blows at lightning speed. Another mugger goes down.

Leo and Sally finally joined their brother and are now back-to-back. Leo was the only one who is blocking and dodging the on-coming punches. They both have witnessed the show that Raph was putting on.

"Ok, Raph. Maybe you're a little unclear on the whole concept of buying time. We still gotta leave a few of them standing!" He delivers a kick to the chest into the thug before him. He too goes crashing to the ground.

Sally still has her fist up. She was not happy with her brother disobeying the plan yet again. "Yeah, Raph. Get with the program!"

The red turtle looks around his feet. Pretty much every Dragon thug that they went up against have all taken the dirt nap for a few hours.

Ok, maybe he went a little overboard on this. "Oh,…sorry." At least he dealt with a little action tonight. That's all he wanted.

There were only a few left standing before them. They just hope that the other team weren't having too much trouble with their part.

Angel was resting her arm on the stage light. Right in front of her were the two guards who were on duty and watching the show at the same time. Her new friends were hidden away in the shadows; waiting for the precise time to strike.

And bonus, they have also let their guard down. Perfect.

"Psst. Hey, guys,…" Angel spoke, getting their attention. They do so as she grabs hold of the inactive stage and turns it towards them. The thugs looked at her, confused. What is she doi—

"…lights on." Hitting the switch, the spotlight has shine on them; blinding their visual. The thugs hold up their hands to shield the brightness.

They are distracted. It's Go-time!

Don was the first to strike. He leaps up whacks down on Sunny with his Bo Staff. One thug down, one to go.

Mikey took the next shot. Swinging one Nunchunk in a circle and whips behind his holding arm into the palm of another, he does the same leap as his brother, twirling his weapon again, and whacks the second thug away. The other thug goes tumble to where Angel is until his butt meets the railing. Thanks to the force that Mikey made, the punk himself is now dangling over the edge. If he falls, they will give away their cover.

To avoid blowing their cover and any conflict from below, Angel quickly grabs the arm of the thug and pulls him away from the edge. She then drops him as he passes out. "Lights out."

Now that the guards down and out, the mutants and Angel are free to walk over to the hanging friend. He was at least conscious for the entire scene. He couldn't be happier to see some friendly familiar faces.

"Angel, thanks for dropping by," the Vigilante acknowledges her. "And you brought company." He can tell that it is his good friend underneath all those clothing.

Don grabs hold of the level in front of him. They are just glad that he is ok. "Hey, what are friends for?" Pulling the level towards him, so does Casey. The rope holding the metal cross is winding up as it moves to the side and closer to the catwalk. As he gets closer to the platform, Don swings his Bo Staff up high. He then hits the knob located on the side. The switch then winds inwards, making the blinds around Casey's wrists and ankles were detach. The groaning rebel then slides out of his prison with the help from Angel and Mikey. Making contact with the wooden floor, the teens sat him down. The orange turtle was at Casey's side as he gently pulls the mask off him. Casey once again groans in pain, clasping hold of his head with his hand.

Mikey decided to bring something out that will cheer him up. "Here,…" he reaches his hand inside his coat and pulls out a baseball bat. "…I brung you a present."

Removing his hand from his sore face, Casey takes a good look at the weapon with a smile and shed a tear of joy.

The audience were still at it. Cheering for their boys in the big match, despite them not winning the brawl. But hey, at least they are putting on a show.

Sitting in the front row are Hun and Dragon Face. As the smallest thug sits next to him with the biggest grin on his face, Hun has his arms crossed with the most intriguing look on his face.

He was watching the match with a close eye. Something about these…strange initiates has brought to his attention. He can't say but he feels like he knows them for some reason. Plus, they fight extreme good. A lot different from his gang. Probably a little bit more skilful…like his master. He continues to watch the match. It will be only a matter of time before it hits him.

Only a few thugs left and it will be all over. Leo was now being chased by a thug. Another one was charging at him. Just before the second one comes closer, Leo slides through his legs and underneath him at the last second. The thug chasing him collides with his team member and they both fall to the ground. The blue turtle does baseball slide all the way to the other side of the cage where there was a spotlight. He jumps up and holds his hands up, just in case of more assaults.

A barrage of boos made by the Dragons were now heard in the background as Leo, for the first time, adjusted his coat and beanie. Personally, he finds it very uncomfortable. But he would rather not talk about it in front of his human sister. He looks over to where she is.

She blocks one attack from her thug before delivers a kick to the head. Before she joins her brothers, another thug comes up behind her, violently grabs her wrist and pulls her into him. Just before she punches him square in the face, he quickly grabs her other wrist.

Pulling her in close, there was no gap. And Sally was not appreciating with the close space between him and herself.

"A cute babe like you shouldn't be in the legends with us," she snarls in her face.

She curves her face away from him as she tries to blocks her nose out from the stench coming from his mouth. She is now so desperate to free herself from his grasp.

Well, desperate times called for desperate measures.

With one shift move, she brings her leg up…and nails him in the crotch. The hard force that she created causes the smile on his face to disappear. He was now winches in pain. And the hard force that she delivered causes him to releases his grip on her wrists and falls to the ground. Whining in agony, he grabs hold of his crotch.

Pleased with the move that she pulled, she dusts her hands off and wipes the saliva on her face. "And a gross punk like you should not be spraying as well."

After the blue turtle sawed her attack, it was a good thing that she is all the way on the other side and Raph was close by, blocking a thug's on-coming attack.

"Jeez, I can barely move in this stuff." He looks back to his sister before speaking. "Don't tell Sally but what is the deal with humans and clothes?"

Raph was still ducking the moves. "Well, one; humans like Sally don't wear shells. Two; she would kill you if you mention it to her and three;…" he ducks once more before kicking the thug away. He faces his brother. "…you ever seen a human in his skivvies? Trust me, it ain't a pretty sight."

The Turtles should know what a human looks like without their clothes. But they do not. They have never seen their human sister without any of their clothes on. Getting caught by the authorises and the public would be less painful then actually see their sister naked. Facing her rage would be a lot worse.

Out of nowhere, a thug grabs Raph by the coat. As the thug has his hold on the mutant, the crowd cheers for their team. The Purple Dragon then spins the teenager around in a circle and then back and forth. But by the time that he was thrown again, Raph was sent flying out of the punk's grip…without his clothes. They were still in the thug's hands. The turtle, now exposed and still has the shades on, is lying out in the open just at his brother's feet. Sally rushes over to her brothers' aid.

No longer wearing his disguise, the Purple Dragons all took a very good look at the newbies. The crowd themselves starts to mumble with confusion to see a strange green man in the ring. But it only took one of them to recognise that familiar face to change the crowd's perplexity to ferocity.

"Hey,…" Dragon Face points to them, "…it's one of them kung fu lizards."

Kung fu lizards? Man, that guy must be pretty dumb. But she shouldn't joke around. Raph has been compromised. And so would she and Leo if this keeps up.

Everyone starts to fuel with rage as they see a familiar face. Especially one particular thug that has seen the same turtle before. His hands were no longer crossed over as they were placed on his knees.

"Oh, no."

The human helps her mutant brother up to his feet. He wasn't exactly happy with what Dragon Face called him. He was now very offended by it. "Turtles," he growls, taking his shades off. "Tur -tles! Don't any of you lame brains know a turtle when you see one?"

Everyone starts to causes an uproar. They were not too pleased with the ninjas crashing their party. Neither was the leader. And that is why he is heading towards them.

"Uh, Raph,…" Leo sees danger up ahead as Raph kicks down a charging thug to the ground. "…I think the biology lesson's the least of our problem right now."

And how right he is.

Coming up to the locked door of the cage, Hun securely holds the bar in his grip. Howling, he shakes the only entry with terror. With one yank, he pulls the door off from its hinges with any trouble. Horror was now written all over the teens' faces. The way that he ripped the door off was something to be scared about. Hun then discards the object in his path and storms up to the intruders.

"This…could be a problem," Sally said. Leo and Raph both nodded. Yep, they in trouble now.

With his fists at his sides, Hun was ready for some payback.

The crowd was now reverted back to the hailing. They were all going to see their roughest leader in action. Hun finally makes it the middle of the stage as Raph was the only one who approaches him. The last time that these two tough saw each other is when Hun had the red turtle strapped down to an operating table in a lab as the giant bully was trying to squeeze some answers out of the mysterious mutant. Any answers that his boss is in need because of their oblivious interferences of their operations.

And now, the mutant is here – within his reach – and no idea of how he got into his little club.

The giant furiously squint his eyes down on the teenager. "You," he hissed. He throws a left hook to the turtle's face but Raph easily blocks the attack with his arm.

"What's the matter, lard-butt?" he mocks the gang's leader. "Still mad I walked out of your little…Q&A?"

Using his large hands, Hun grabs the mutant by the shoulders. He lifted him up with ease and slams him against the cage wall; causing a large dent into it. Yep. He sure looks mad alright.

"In case you haven't figured it out, reptile, that time I let you escape," the thug corrected him. Back then, Raph didn't know that he did let him breakout his prison on purpose.

Seeing their brother in trouble, Leo and Sally will have to get him out. As always.

While Raph was catching up with his old friend, Leo has took the time to tear off his disguise while Sally takes her bandana off, folds it up and uses it to tie her hair up into a ponytail. When a lady ties her hair up like this, serious business is about to happen in this club. But before she can do that, Leo decided to make the first move as he cracks his knuckles together.

"Hate to break up the tearful reunion!" Leo bellows out as he leaps up into the air, with his hands out wide, and lands on Hun's shoulder; surprising the thug. Just before Hun could have a chance with either the turtle in his grasp or the extra one that came out of nowhere, Leo quickly slaps his hands against Purple Dragons' ears. The sudden attack causes Hun's ear to go pop painfully. It also causes him to lose his grip on Raph, thus setting him free.

Leo quickly flips off Hun and lands just behind him. The large punk himself holds onto his ears as he screams in agony. He was about to deal with one turtle. He was not expecting the other.

The other thugs are all seeing the show before them. Their leader was now in trouble. It was time for a little help from the sidelines.

"Dragons, get 'em!" the second-in-command orders. The meanest and toughest thugs in the room would do anything to help their leader in hand. He and a number of thugs all jumped out of their seats and rushed towards the ring, ready to aid Hun. But who says that there were two turtles?

The other two, apparently, have both jumped from the scaffolding above and lands on the ground; halting the punks' path to their boss. They have already got their weapons in hand and they are no longer wearing their disguise. After freeing their friend, they decided to follow their siblings' lead and discard them. They both noticed that three of their siblings have their hands full with Hun and more were going to add to their troubles. It was time to even out the playing field.

"Sorry, dudes,…" Mikey stated, holds his hand out in front, "…Fan Appreciation Day is next week." But before they can get to Hun, they have to deal with them first. They all leaped towards the two turtles. Don whacks a female thug to the ground as Mikey kicks Dragon Face into the side of the platform. They continue to this with the rest of the posse.

Back in the ring, Raphael was trying all his might against this new foe. He may be one of the strongest in his ninja squad, but this guy was all new to him. No matter how many kicks and punches that he throws at him but so far, it gave little to no effort.

"Do me a favour." Raph dukes it out with a few more punches into the still giant's guts. "Be a cooperative little mountain and just…" But the still giant lifted his hand up; whacks the turtle away with ease and send him flying. "GOOOOOO—" Raph ends up shell-first into a different part of the cage wall, making yet another huge dent into it. "…down."

From all the pain that he endure from the hits and slams that he took tonight, Raph couldn't regain from his hit as finds himself too tired to go on. Unfortunately, he has only little time left to catch a breather when Hun approaches the losing turtle. He was not done with him just yet.

Since Leo had a shot with him, she thought it would time for her to take the lead. Seeing that her brother is about to get pummelled, Sally rushes to save him. Leaping into the air, she brings her elbow up and slams it hard into the shoulder's pad of the thundering punk. When came into contact, only Hun took the pain and screamed in mercy.

The giant went down onto his knees because of the bone-crushing move that Sally pulled on him. For someone who is that small can deal a great damaged on huge person like him.

Smugly Sally holds her fists up. "What are you gonna do now, Ponytail?" she mocked Hun, calling him by new nickname that she just came up with. "For a tough guy, you certainly have a girly hairstyle." She was hoping that the move that she pulled – and her comment – would actually bring this mammoth down. She thought wrong.

Still in pain, Hun slowing turns his whole body towards her until his right side comes into her view.

There is a red foot tattoo on his arm.

Red…FOOT!

Sally's eyes went wide. Instead of seeing that symbol yet again in her life and the giant thug, a metal man appears in her eyes.

It's him!

Whoever this guy really is, he has returned.

Just what happened a few nights ago, the same kind of head-splitting pain returns. Just like before, the pain was so intense that she shuts her eyes completely and grabs hold of her head with her hands. She drops to her knees, hissing in pain. N-not again.

And just like before, Leo becomes much alerted. He has seen this before. It was when he and his family fought against those black ninjas for the first time. Was it because of something that she saw or something that unexpectedly happened? Maybe it was that symbol that she just saw on the gang leader's arm?

Just when he was about to rush to her aid just like the last time, Hun recovers from the attack. He looks at the girl. At first he was wondering why she hasn't attacked again. But he knows sees her on her knees with her head looking at the ground in pain. Must be scared, huh? He was still gritting his teeth from the pain but was now reverted to a smirk.

With the girl distracted, Hun uses his left hand and grabs a hold of the girl's top. Sally's eyes shot open and didn't prepare herself from the snatch. Using his immense strength, he slams her hard onto the ground, giving Sally a new kind of pain which she now feels instead of the previous one.

Grabbing hold of her almost had the strength to nearly rip Sally's singlet off of her. Although there was a tear happening. Closing her eyes as the new kind of pain settles in, she opens them up again and looks to see Hun glaring down on her.

He too noticed that her hair is all tied up. He gives a devil smile with the young girl in his grasp. "How about I pull out yours instead," he threatens. With his free hand, he begins to extend it. He was going to do it. He was going to pull her hair out!

With Raph down and Sally in a bit of a pickle, it was all up to Leo. He noticed his other siblings having their hands full with the Purple Dragons which just leaves Hun to them and he had proved to be a formidable opponent.

With his katanas out, what will Leo do now? The giant was harming his family. That is when Leo's brought his attention to a piece of metal cage that is just hanging above the giant mass himself. That should do it.

The blue turtle leaps high enough to slice the support bars. Seeing what her best friend did, Sally was quick to think to do what she needs to do before the substances meet the block head here. Not to mention that his hand is getting too close to her hair. Quick to act, she grabs the thug's hand and bites her teeth down - hard. Feeling a second kind of pain, Hun quickly removes his other hand and tries to shake the pain away. This frees the teen who rolls backwards and joins her hot-headed brother.

Hun didn't have time to look up to see the metal piece falls on top of his head. The smoke was created in that space but quickly evaporated showing the defeated Hun who is under the bars. Leo has already joined his other siblings when the Hulk himself has taken a massive hit. Surely, this would put anyone out for the count.

But it didn't take long for Hun to recover from the attack and lift himself from the floor. The three ninjas in the ring were shocked that a fighter like him has awoken from an attack like that. To make things worse, Hun grabs hold of the sliced bar with his own bare hands and flings it...right for the teens.

Despite having a strike from within her head, Sally, without thinking, jumps in front of her brothers and lifts her hands up. Was she going to do a Force Field? Right in front of everyone?

Well, the answer is no when the metal smashes into her which sends her soaring into brothers. Again, more dust were caused from the impact but again, settled very quickly. Out in the open, the ones on the ground, acing in pain, are the three ninjas who crashed the party as the giant, who owns the toughest street gang in the city, approaches them. Leo, Raph and Sally managed to sit up, groaning. The red turtle was rubbing his head as Sally was rubbing her sore wrists. Her hair becomes all undone from the impact as her unfurled bandana is lying on the ground next to her.

"Yo, Sal. How come you didn—"

"—uses my powers in front of everyone and expose myself as a magic freak? Wouldn't be the smartest idea to do so." That would explain a lot. She doesn't want to reveal her powers like the guys don't want to reveal themselves as mutants. Then again, sneaking in, getting caught thus revealing themselves was a stupid idea as well.

After dealing with most of the Purple Dragons, Mikey and Don have already noticed the kind of danger that the rest of the family are in.

"Looks like our bros and sis could use a hand," the purple stated. The youngest thought so too. They both jumped up into the ring and are ready to strike the thug. The screaming youngest comes into the battle ready to kick the monster down. Hun sees them coming but wasn't prepare for them. The force of it sends Hun into a cage wall; making a larger dent than Raph's. Unfortunately, that attack, as well, didn't take the giant that long to get up. Ok, it's officially. This guy is brutal.

When the leader was down for a split second, his men all booed at the intruders. Their want their boss to win and to finish them.

"Don't look now, but Tiny still wants to dance," Mikey said. Is there anything to take him down?

Hun decided to do a different tactic. He does up to the side of the cage, the part where he didn't make a dent, and kneels down. Just what is h—

The large thug himself grabs hold of the bottom piece that connects the hold cage with the floor. With the massive strength of his, he begins to rip it off the ground and out of its place. The force of it also causes the wall itself to lose its connection with the others.

The sides all started to tip forward. Oh.

The Teenager Ninjas didn't have time to get away from the sudden crash. They are instead flattening by the destroyed steel crate. Only Hun remained standing. The dust was also caused from the crash and it too settled at a fast rate. A number of steel debris has covered the teens. They all tried to push the wreckage off and they shake off the pain on their noggin, groaning form the hit. Raph helps his little brother out, Sally slides out from her wreckage, Don was on his knees; catching his breath and Leo has his feet slightly trapped but was moving it off of him.

Danger continues to creep towards the ninjas' path. Hun was frantically tries to move the cage pieces away so he can get to his targets. He had promised his master that he would personally deal with the new threat on him and his clan. After clearing the path for him, Hun walks towards them.

Leo had just managed to push the bars off his legs. He was finally free. But not out of the woods yet. Hun appears right behind the mutant just as he was about to move. The thug himself grabs hold of Leo's swords by the handle and pulls them out of their gauntlets. The blue turtle noticed that his swords were drawn out so he whips his whole body around and sees the delinquent.

With his face concealed in the shadows from their visual, Hun stares down at them, mercilessly, holding the sharper weapons in the room. The teens have already dealt with him in strength. How badly would it be now that he has got weapons in his hands? Without trouble, he lifts them high in the air.

He was going to strike down the first victim. The one who owns the swords.

Just before anyone could save the turtle or stop the thug, somebody taps Hun on his back. The giant drops his arms and looks behind. The last time he has saw his prisoner was all strapped down on a metal bar, high above the ring.

And now, there he is, standing next to one of his own members. And tapping into one of his hands is a baseball bat. And just before Hun could do anything, Casey swings his bat back and whacks the thug away; giving him a homerun.

Thankfully, the force of the hit sends the giant flying through the air. From the stands, some of the Dragons all began to run away before Hun come crashing down into the stands; smashing a number of it.

Relieved to see his best friend A-O-K and that he have delivered the final move, Raphael gives the human a thumbs-up as he and Angel approached them. But they were all not out of the woods just yet.

More punks from either the stands or from the floor as they all headed for the one place. Weapons are in their hands as they all get closer to the ninjas, the Vigilante and possibly, an ex-member of their crew.

So, do they have any reason to stick around? Nope. Guess it is now time to leave the party.

"Take us out of here, Donnie," Leo ordered. His brother was on step ahead of him. He reaches behind his shell and pulls out the one thing that they need to escape.

"I have just what the doctor ordered." Before the mission, Don has taken the time to make the final touches on his latest creation that has added to the Battle Shell. Pressing the top left blue button, Mikey was already standing at the edge of the ring. He was all ready for his little cue.

He is now waving his hand in the air. "Oh, taxi!" he called out. Screeching was heard from outside. The sound got even louder and closer as the Dragons all looked to the main shed door. It was shaking a bit but not before a huge armoured truck comes smashing right through the steel entrance, scaring the wits out of the thugs. They all scattered as the Battle Shell continues to ride through the entire warehouse. And like what Donnie said earlier about the function of the remote, the truck itself should approach the point of origin of the remote. And just as he predicted, it was coming towards the team.

"About time that thing busted up somebody else's place for a change," Raph stated about the previous event that the metal vehicle was involved. The Battle Shell comes to a halt near the teens. They all open up the doors and hopped in. Well, not everyone.

Casey had one thing left to do. He approaches the knocked out Hun and furiously glares down on him. For many years, Casey had gone through the years of suffering and it was all thanks to him.

And now…

This was it.

He was about to get his revenge. He was about to avenge the one family member that Hun is cruelly took away from him. The thug has his eyes shut and was groaning. Hun has just awoken but not for long.

"This one's for my dad."

He didn't want to waste another second. He aims his bat high above his head and prepares himself for the biggest strike of his life. The one that will end the misery - once and for all.

With just one swin—

Angel quickly rushes to his side and… pushes Casey away; halting his move. Surprised by her actions, he wasn't full of fury anymore. He was just…confused. Why would she stop him? Why?

"Angel,…" the Vigilante drops his bat to the side, "…what are you doing?" This girl better have a good reason why she stop me. It turns out; Angel does have a very good reason.

She points to her friend. "Stopping you from making the biggest mistake of your life."

Casey's vengeful expression melted away and brought up a warm smile. It was the same words that he quoted the other night. Guess his little talk (and among other things that happened until now) did get through to her.

He then rests his bat on his bruised but stable shoulder. "Thanks."

Angel smiles back while giving a shrug. "Hey, what are friends for?"

And that is why Casey came to the warehouse and risked his neck to save Angel from her own risky destiny. And Angel is willing to do the same thing for him. Casey can also finally rest easy that she will, hopefully, stay away from the Dragons and have a good future.

The Turtles and Sally were not leaving without their friends. They drove up beside them and waited. Casey and Angel made their way to the back where Mikey was already there with the door opened for them. The two last members all hopped in and shut the door. With everyone accounted for, Don, at the driver's seat, wasted no time to hit the accelerator and zooms out of the warehouse and into the streets.

This has certainly been a long night. But it was not over yet. The heroes need to make one more stop.

Only a few blocks from the warehouse were Casey and Angel's neighbourhood. After hiding the Battle Shell (again) in the alleyway, away from the public eye, the Turtles and Sally decided to stay back while Casey takes Angel back to her grandmother's place. It is one residence that Angel will be safe. Angel decided to stay away from the Dragons as best as she can and promise that she'll get back onto a straight and narrow path for a bright future.

Casey and Angel have now crossed the streets with the teens all watching from the shadows of the alleyway. Sally was the only one who still had her disguise on but she will promise to get change when they get home. Judging by the look of her clothing, she thinks that her father would not approved of her choice in fashion. They also offer to take Casey home but his place was not that far to walk.

As the two humans got to the front door, Casey does the honours of knocking a few times. A second later, the door opens up revealing an old woman. She had the same skin tone as Angel with short brown curly hair and glasses. She is wearing a purple wool jacket with a cream button-up shirt, grey pants and black slippers. Once she has taken a good look at the unexpected company, she becomes absolutely shocked.

"Angel?"

A smiling Angel was happy to see her only real family and not like those corrupt thugs. "Grandma." She went into her guardian's waiting arms and gives her a warm hug. The old woman was too relieved to see her only granddaughter safe and sound as she returns the hug. The grown man smiles ta this little family reunion.

Casey was still covered in bruises but he didn't care about that. The only thing that he cares about was making sure that Angel was safe under his watch.

"Told you I'd keep an eye on her," he assures the promise that the women instructed to him. Breaking away from the hug, the elder was now very grateful. The young man from the neighbourhood has kept his promise.

She walks up to her granddaughter's saviour. "Thank you, Casey." She moves closer to young man as she wraps her arms around him and gives him an appreciative hug. "Thank you for bringing back my Angel."

From the alley, the teens all witnessed the heartfelt moment and then looked to each other. Seeing this scene gives a warm feeling inside them. And Casey didn't mind the help from them. He thought he could've done this by himself but he got into trouble and was thankful that they came to help.

Angel's grandmother breaks from the hug but still has her hands on his arms. "Now, I've got a pie fresh out of the oven, and I insist you come inside and join us," she said as she starts to pull the young man inside her home as Angel was already inside. Just before he closes the door, Casey looks over his shoulder to see his special friends and gives them a thumbs-up. He owes them - big time.

And that is when Mikey came up with a solution for the human rebel.

The orange turtle looks to his family. "Pie?" He turns back around and holds his hand out. "Yo, Case, how's about introducing Grandma to your friends?"

Seeing her granddaughter safe and the bruises on Casey was enough for the old lady. But seeing giant turtles with ninja weapons would be too much for her to take. Besides, the ninja is always hungry. He can wait until they get home.

The red turtle comes up behind his brother and puts his hands on his shell. "Forget it, Mikey. We're ninjas." Raph starts to drag him towards the Battle Shell as Leo, Don and Sally are right behind them. "We stick to the shadows."

They both hopped into the open back. They waited by the door to help the rest of their siblings. "The Unsung Heroes of the Urban Jungle," Leo added as Raph grabs his hand to help him into the truck. Mikey does the same thing for Don and Leo does the same thing for Sally. The purple turtle passes through everyone as he heads for the driver's seat.

"The Silent Protectors of the Way of Bushido," Don stated, climbing into the seat before putting his hand on the key locked into the car ignition.

Sally follows the turtle to the front and takes the passage's seat. "And the Ancient Warriors of the Night."

Don turns the key around; lighting the engines to life. Everyone takes their seat as the back doors closes up. The truck drives out of the alleyway and journeys the heroes back home for a good night rest.

But not before Mikey has something to say what been bugging his mind for a minute now.

"So what kind of pie you think it was?"

This comment has earned a slap on the head made by the red turtle himself.

"Ow! What?"

Raph has been waiting all night for Mikey to say something injudicious which would cause him to do that motion.

With one adventure down, no doubt more will be on the way. Stay tuned for more adventures with your favourite kunoichi and her mutant brothers in:

The Saint's Hope: Garbageman

Author's Notes: I come to realised that instead of uploading a chapter every week, I will do it when I have finished re-reading it and upload when I have got the chance.

Maybe that was the problem for me. I don't need a deadline for all this. With a lot happening in my life, there is no need to rush or anything. I can really take me time and focus on fixing my mistakes that I have made in my stories and make it more readable for you guys – the fans!

Anyway, I'm guessing you guys would have already known that I am indeed making a NT 2014 Fanfic. Instead of the character Taylor, who is April's roommate who was in only two scenes in the movie and that's it. I decided to replace her with my character that will have a bigger role in the story. Each chapter should be uploaded each week or fortnight, depending on my schedule. You guys should check it out.

For the big news, TMNT 2012 is coming back in August. Not September…but AUGUST! I may not live in America but maybe could anyone send me what will happen in the new episodes. All I heard is that we are getting a new character, Karai is coming back and city will be at war! What does this mean? Will it be mutants vs humans? Or Shredder vs Karai which might be a false rumour.

Next thing, I added a nice scene of Sally and Leo at the beginning. Why? Because growing up, Leo was my favourite turtle. The reasons? Well, he wears blue and it's my favourite colour. He fights with swords which are my favourite weapons. He is loyal and cares for his family and family, and always there to be for them. Plus, most of the voice actors who voice him who some of my favourites. I love four turtles but I will always have a soft spot for the blue turtle. There will be more episodes involving them and the ones involved Sally/Raph, Sally/Mikey and Sally/Don. I don't know how or why I like him, I just do. Plus, I changed up Sally's disguise. What do you guys think? Was it better than before or not?

And,…I just realised something.

We are getting close to the climax.

Only one more chapter to go until the biggest arc of the season 1 of all time! I will change it a bit like the others.

Guess, that is pretty much it for me. Don't forget to review the chapter, add me or the story to favourite or follow. Love to hear from more fans – both old and new.

Until we meet again,

The DragonLord2912