My ninja suit is a little heavy for the heat, but it's whatever. I really like my outfit. It's better than the foot clan's, that's for sure. Yeah, I wear the same high tabi boots and harem cargo pants. And I have a silver bandana like my bros that I weave into my long braid, but I get to wear a hoodie instead of the full face mask thing. Sure it's black and heavy, but at least I don't suffocate on fabric hairs.

I found an old abandoned building a few months back near the harbor that's practically like a giant jungle gym. It's got slides - really, fallen banisters - giant holes in the floors that make great for free falling, and plenty of smooth ground and pipes for shredding. It's every skater's dream. Mikey knows about the place, too, but not so much the guys. And definitely not Splinter. My bros don't skate that often, so it'd of been a miracle if they'd have actually come out here with me. I don't know why no one else has ever thought of coming here. Maybe cause this is a nice neighborhood and the place is off limits. Good kids don't skate in bad places. Good thing I'm not a good kid.

I run at a particularly large hole and jump down, putting my board beneath my feet. I free fall for two floors before landing on a banister and sliding down. The wheels crack under the pressure, but Don made them so they'll hold. It was sure easier than having to replace them all the time. I reach out for a random rope that I've marked as safe and the fun begins. "Yahoo!" I shout as I swing around and land on different pipes and plasters. My heart races five minutes in and it's better than any rooftop run workout Leo can come up with. I skid my board at the very bottom of the building, kicking up dust.

I wave it away, coughing it out of my lungs when I hear someone shouting for help. "It's ninja time!" I shout, skating away from the old building fast. I ditch the board when I enter the alley and see a woman - maybe twenty years older than me - being picked on by some street thugs. I smirk, cracking my knuckles. It gets their attention.

"Well, well, well," says a guy with blonde spiked up hair, "Lookie what we have here." The other two thugs turn to me and smile evilly, gaining better grips on their pipe clubs and chain links. "Are you lost, little girl?"

I lean back, casual-like, "Depends. Ma'am, are they bothering you?" The woman nods fast as the 'leader' glares at her. She stops. "Then, no. I'm not lost."

He gives me a look over, "Why don't you run home to your mommy, freak. We're taking care of business." I chuckle, pulling my kama out from behind me. I never leave home without them. He sees the blades and knows he's in trouble. Good. That'll make this fun.

The bigger of the two lackeys with a blue face and purple mohawk whispers to Blondie and I'm only barely able to hear, "…girl that…turtle freaks…damage."

The other lackey who must not have overheard tires to annoy me, "Awe, is the cheerleader gonna try to hit us with her spirit stick?"

I nod and position myself for a fight.

The main guy tosses the purse aside and grins at me, "You don't talk much, kiddie." Guess he's decided on a fight.

I shrug, "Hey man, haters gonna hate."

This upsets him for some reason, "Get her!"

His two lackeys rush me while he stays back. Blue face decides to swing his club at my head. I grin, remembering a move Leo taught me. I swing my blades super fast, cutting his pipe into small pieces. When he looks down in shock, I lean back and kick him in the chest. He flies into a dumpster on the other side of the alleyway. This doesn't stop the other guy, though.

He swings his chain at me - wrapping it around my right kama. I smirk. Raph taught me this one. I pull my trapped kama back, harder than he pulls me, and wrap it around my arm so he's forced closer. When he's a foot away, I swing my leg around and kick him in the face. He's down in seconds as I swing my arm - the chain falling down on top of him.

I walk to the last guy slowly. Mike told me about how in cowboy movies that when you approach the bad guy all slow like that it really freaks him out. "Hey, wait a minute," Blondie shivers, "Just stay back, or I'll, I'll…" He glances at the lady who's been stupid enough to stay here this whole time. Just as I know what he should do - at least, what any decent bad guy would do in his position - he gets the same idea. He grabs the lady in a choke hold, placing a blade to her throat. I don't stop. The guy's a thug. Not a killer. Still, though, I'm not stupid.

When I've got him backed against the wall, I state, "Boo." He jumps ever so slightly and it's all I need. I toss a shuriken at his shirt sleeve. It cuts through the fabric just over his arm and carries it back until he's pinned to the wall behind him. With him distracted, the lady dashes away. I grab the purse and hand it to her as she rushes past. She doesn't stop to say thank you, and I wouldn't expect her to. Jeez, I sure wouldn't have.

"Wh-what are you gonna do to me?" he says scared like. As he should be. I shrug and toss another shuriken at his other arm, pinning it as well. As I turn to leave, the guy says, "You're not just gonna leave me here, are ya?" He's not worth my time. The other two are down and out and probably won't be getting up for a while. That's fine. Though, they only need to be knocked out long enough for the cops to show up. I grab my board on the way out and decide to head back to the lair. Until, of course, I hear a loud bang.