"Alright, Don-man. Give me something to fiddle with so I can pretend to get stuff done while all you big-wigs actually do all the work." I rumbled, only half joking. Donnie eyed me warily.

"Actually, Mike, why don't you and Raph go scout out the place we think she's being held at? Can you find it if I give you the coordinates?"

"It would probably be better if you told me what it looks like and what pizza place it's closest to. I'll find it a heck of a lot faster that way, trust me."

"Fair enough." Donnie typed in a quick search of the address and pulled up a grainy picture of what looked to be a well-to-do business firm or something. The entire side wall was painted an obnoxious purple color.

"That should be easy enough to find. Nearest pizza place?"

"Umm…The Dion's off of 5th and Houston."

"Got it. Be back in an hour." I took off down the hallway towards the exit that would lead to the surface. I heard Raphael groan as he started after me.

"Why do I always get stuck with bozo?" he asked no one in particular. I chuckled.

"Because nobody else can stand me as long as you can." I answered honestly.

"And how long can I stand you without getting annoyed, exactly?"

"If I don't talk or look in your direction or even notice your existence, about 17 minutes. If I do talk, about 30 seconds."

"Sounds about right." He said, catching up to me.

See? I'm not as dumb as you guys think I am. Usually…

We got back to the lair around midnight, both of us panting and clutching our sides as we reported to Donnie.

"Geez! What happened to you? You can run a 4-minute mile and not be winded." He looked at us dubiously as he spoke.

"We…just ran…seventeen miles…in under an hour. Give us a break, man. We may be superhuman, but we're not… superheroes." I gasped, falling onto my back dramatically and breathing heavily. Raph rolled his eyes and filled Don in on what we found.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. The front looks pretty secure, but there is a back door that we could get into without a problem. The roof had skylights, but they're too small for one of us to fit through without making a scene. We saw a basement, but it looked more like a run-down storage area than a working floor. Mike thought it looked like a dungeon." Informed the red-clad turtle in a bored voice. I lifted my head at the mention of my name.

"Well, it did." I defended, rising to my feet. "I could have sworn I heard singing coming from one of the window-wells, like in that horror movie we watched that one time. Only this time, it was real. Maybe that place is haunted!" I clapped my hands to my face in mock horror. Raph rolled his eyes hit the back of my head. I winced, rubbing my scalp and glaring at him. Donnie began speaking again.

"Okay, based on the schematics here and the intel you guys brought back from your escapade…"

"Esca-what now?" I asked. They both ignored me.

"…we should probably attempt an attack from beneath or on ground level. We don't want to make a fuss, especially this close to the general population. We'll have to make it fast. Thanks, guys. You should probably get something to eat." Donnie turned back to his computer, the lighted screen reflecting off his goggles eerily.

"Sounds good to me." I said lightly, heading to the kitchen. "Where'd Leo go?"

" Don't know." Rumbled Raph, falling into step with me. "But I do know I'm going to beat you to the kitchen."

With that he took off, surprisingly light on his feet for just having run seventeen miles like it was nothing. I groaned, racing after him.

The next few hours were both a blessing and a curse. We nearly doubled our information about the place and the enemies within, thanks to an exhausted Donatello's unrelenting effort. By nightfall two days following our original discovery of the building we were geared up and ready to go. We had gone over our plan multiple times, but I still had trouble remembering the details. Apparently Leo saw my confused expression.

"Mikey, do you remember what you're supposed to do?" he asked. I nodded quickly.

"Yeah, bro. Get in there, get angelcakes, get out, don't get caught." I recited. He nodded.

"For you, that's good enough. Let's head out!" ordered Leo. Don and Raph, previously sitting on the couch arguing about something or other, were instantly at our sides. I cracked my knuckles, grinning.

"Let's go steal our sister back."

Laden down with all our gear it took us half an hour to get to the Dungeon, as I liked to call it. The plan was simple: knock on the back door, take out the poor soul who opened it, and get in. Donnie would disable the security systems before-hand, of course, but the rest was up to me. I would get in, clear the area of guards, and let the others follow me into the building. I did that part easily enough after Donnie had worked his magic with the wiring, kicking down the flimsy wooden door and knocking the four guards unconscious in a matter of minutes. It was almost hilariously easy.

"Purple Dragons are just as easy to beat as I remember." I joked, waving my hand to let the others know they could come in. They entered warily, Donnie constantly checking all his screens and beepy-thingies he liked to carry around.

"Thermal scanners aren't picking up anything unusual in the immediate vicinity." He reported, scanning the expanse of the room carefully.

"Do you have X-ray vision with those things? Like, seeing through walls and all that stuff?" I asked, walking over to him and poking his goggles. He slapped my hand away impatiently.

"To some extent, yes. I can't see into the neighboring buildings, but I can see faint outlines a few floors up and d—Oh my gosh!" Donnie jumped suddenly, peering at the floor. "Guys, you'd better see this." He said shakily. Leo yanked the goggles off his head and held them up to his own eyes, his tense expression melting into one of first disbelief, then almost joy at what he saw.

"Is that who I think it is?" he asked, passing the goggles to Raph. Raph peered through the lenses, eventually finding what the others had found and allowing a slow grin to spread across his face. I began tapping my foot impatiently as I waited for my turn.

"Let me in on your little secret and I'll be able to tell you, muscle-head." I snapped, holding out my hand for the goggles. He handed them to me and I lifted them to my face, momentarily stunned by the dozens of flashing signals and the distorted images in backwards colors surrounding me. Then I saw it: far below us was a huddled figure with what looked like two giant blobs attached to her back.

"It's Angel!" I shouted excitedly. The others shushed me quickly, Donnie taking his gear back as he did so.

"Yes, so let's get a move on. Even from here I can tell her body temperature is off from what it usually is, which is never a good sign." He said, putting the goggles back on his head. Beside him, Leo stiffened suddenly.

"Just about time we left, too. The Welcoming Committee just got here. Let's move out!"

As he spoke, at least a dozen Purple Dragon thugs made their way into the room from the far hallway. As of on silent command they began shooting their guns all at once, catching us by surprise. It was a lucky move on their part. The last one they would get.