Somewhere hidden in new York industrial the supposed victorious purple dragons took shelter. Squatting in a unrated building that has been suddenly left abandoned. The injured purple dragons members either sat on laid, scattered about. Nursing their injuries as some hadnt healed from their last battle with the turtles and with Hun, laying in a coma. Surprisingly his physical injuries had healed but his mental hadnt.
Brock exhaled lowly as he waited for a update of his employee's condition. A unregistered medical nurse walked out and addressed by brock'sinjuries.
"So what are the update of his condition?" Brock leaned against the wall, his folded and waited fir an answer to his question.
"His physical wounds have healed but his mental capacity are still the same. No telling whether when he will come out of it." the nurse replied. Opened his eyes, pushed himself from the wall and unfolded his arms. Taking two steps toward the nurse and back slapped his cheek.
"You should consider yourself lucky that you are a man and no one in this organization isnt into anything with the male physique and I suggest you, to do more and bring our master back. Understood?"
Holding his cheek, the burning sensation as it throbbed and he nodded. "Understood, wait until I return with more bandages and surgical tools. His stitches are due to be removed soon."
"Do you need but remembered not to mention this to anyone."
Brock threatened. The nurse sighed. "I wouldn't dare, you need me to bring your master back. It isnt like I have a family anyway."
Slightly grinned confidently. Brock evilly chuckled. "Is that so? From what my informants have told me, you have at least a fourteen year old sister."
The nurse confidently grin faded into a worrying fearful glance, his heart pounded heavily. His raspily whisper hoarsed. Brock grinned evilly and threatened, lightly patted his shoulder.
"Do as I aak, she wont be harmed in no shape or form. That, you have my word."
The nurse sensed immediately Brock isnt telling the full truth and wouldn't keep his promise. The worrying images wavered through his mind's eye.
He knew Brock isnt telling the truth and keeping his promise but he had to ensure his sisters safety was kept. That was when he replied, lieing also. "I believe you."
"Get goung, do what you need to do." Brock ordered. The nurse turned on his heel and walked away, Brock continued watching the nurse leave then entered the room. The door closed behind brock, he stood silently then exhaled lowly. Looking to the monitor, recording his blood pressure and heart rate while the air supply machine continuously provided oxygen to Hun's respiratory system. Slowly approached his bedside and glanced down upin him.
Few minutes he stood, watching over Hun and wondered how would his employer be defeated by a group of reptiles. Gritted his teeth angrily, clenched his fists tightly as he said to hun, vowing.
"I will avenge you, master Hun. Those filthy terrapins will pay and we shall take their women when he find them."
The monitor beeped for a second as the heart rate raised a beat. Brock assumed he must've began to awaken but his eyes were still closed. Turning on his heel and walk out, calling fir whomever had healed or suitable for the last task awaiting to be fulfilled.
"Stoner and duey, I have a job for you." Stoner and duey waited for instructions, when light vibrations were heard. Brock turned on his heel, both duey and stoner followed and assisted with searching for the unknown vibrations. Few minutes later, brock finally found a small black phone and on the screen.
A unknown caller appeared. No number appeared either. Pressed the answer butyon, rose to his ear and said. "Who is this?" a voice extorted replied. "I have a propericision you may be interested in."
"I am listening."