Chapter 7: Shoot The Messenger
A week had gone by since that ominous meeting with Leon. Yuki reclined into the torn office chair next to Don as they monitored the city. The girl took to the screen as her own way of helping the family and so far, all was quiet except for the usual hustle and bustle. Everything, was ordinary. She blew away a strand of black hair; The Foot Clan, as the family explained, had the Purple Dragons under their thumb as dirty henchmen. The corporation themselves had caused lots of trouble for both the citizens of New York and the turtles. She laughed, they were like some super heros out of a mill city comic, a true classic.
"What's so funny?" inquired Donny.
"Nothing turtle hero." she purred in response, he gave a confused shrug in return before sipping cola from a Mc Donald's cup.
"Find anything yet?"
"No, not yet." he replied casually, but then stopped, in the bottom of the screen were two figures clad in black, leaping noiselessly along the rooftops, dropping some sort of vile along the ground. The tiny green thing shattered, dispersing a type of strange substance that leaked on lonely passerbys below. The pair watched in curiosity as the people were dripped upon and slowly, fell to the ground in pain. Donny sounded the alarm, calling for his brothers, without missing a beat, they flew out of the lair to apprehend the fiends. Yuki however, remained fixated on the scene infront of her, a man and a few scarcely dressed women fell to their knees and continued in a violent spasm. They stopped suddenly.
"What the-" The screen then closed up on one of the girls, her head had flew back, and snapped forward. The teen gasped at the sight, infront of her, the lady's face had gone to a sickening grey, twisted in a hungry expression, with mouth agape, she saw rows and rows of sharp, jagged teeth barred in threat. Yuki looked to the others effected, to her horror, she accumulated the same results. Without a moment's passed, she leapt to her feet and dashed up a series of tunnels and chutes until she came to a lone door. She flung it open, revealing a small roof top. Walking with hurried steps, she stopped infront of a wooden crate and roughly jerked the top open, inside, firearms of many, along with different types of ammo and equipment lay atop each other. She rummaged along the bottom, successfully managing to pull out an army snipper riffle.
"No time to attach a scope, not that I need it." she mumbled as she got in position. She sprawled out on her stomach, her eyes focussing on the commotion below. Flipping off the safety, she made her first hit, followed by three more, each nailing their target between the eyes. Yuki stood, and flipped the gun back to safety before returning it to the concealed crate.
"Better find somewhere else to put it." She sighed, as she hauled the 400 pound box from its spot, carefully placing it on her shoulder. Adjusting, she jumped off the side of the building, landing along the dead corpses.
"Yodel, this sucks." she said as she placed the box onto the wet ground. She fished around a bit, and pulled out a bulky talky, she flipped up the antenna searching for a valid signal. Upon finding one, she turned its dial slowly until her ears were berated with heavy metal, along with mediocre singing. She frowned, a headache springing.
"John." she began agitated.
"White rabbi-"
"John." she said a bit louder.
"On the wall-" her grip tightened, cracking the device slightly.
"You bastard, shut the fuck up or I'll come over there and punch you in the face!" she screamed. The music went silent.
"Ace?"
"Finally, it's been awhile John John." she could feel him smirking as she did the same.
"It has hasnt it?"
"Yeah."
"So what's up? You're not the time to idle talk right? So what's wrong? What happened? C'mon tell me tell me!" she blew a raspberry.
"I need a favor."
"What?"
"I need a clean up crew on Brew st. in Brooklyn, New York."
"So that's where you are! Seem more like a Boston girl but I dig, what'd ya do? Did you blow off some heads in your free time? What was it this time? Rapists? Phscosicopaths? Or don't tell me, terrorists." he finished proudly, she let out a chuckle.
"No," she coed. "I think it was zombies or a really strange vampire thing I saw on Hellsing once."
"Dude no way, nuh uh! Hold up, I'll send them over, until then secure the area."
"Way ahead of ya." she smiled, pulling out yellow tape and blocking the scene.
"Good, now get your fine ass out of there."
"Pervert, I wasn't planning on getting caught." she said as she swung the crate back over her shoulder, talkie in hand.
"Right, you're smart, I dig. So anyway want me to-?"
"Keep this on the downlow then yes, I already secured the line, don't scold me."
"Good Ace, now about the zombies, can you tell me more about them?"
"I'll send you a video."
"Sweet, did you swipe a sample?"
"Damn straight, want me to forward it over!"
"Hell to the yes chicka I'm gettin it on ta-night!" she smiled, as she pushed aside a man hole plate, then dove in.
"I'll be sending it via air mail, you should have it by tomorrow."
"Sweet, you know, it's just like old times before he-" John stopped mid sentence and mumbled an apology, she dismissed it. Biding her farewell, she disconnected the line and landed into the tunnel below. She ran, luck smiling at her when she realized the turtles weren't home yet. She hopped onto Donny's computer and quickly forwarded the footage, then signed off as she made a quick trip outside to mail the goods. Smiling at her task, she ran home and quickly hid the box in her room. Just in time, the turtles made their way back, reminiscing of the night events. She went to greet them as they reclined in the lounge.
"Man, did you see how I chucked him? Dude went flying bro!"
"Mikey, you only whacked him, you see how I drop kicked him?"
"Did not!"
"Did too!" the two brothers argued as the others laughed warm.
"Knock it off you too." scolded Leo. Donny let out a scolding of his own before turning to his computer holding a glass of water. The rest commenced in idle conversation until the sound of glass shattering was heard. They turned curiously to the turtle.
"What's sa'matter Don?" asked Raph, the five gawked at the sight. There stood Leon in his childish glory, leisurely reclining into the big office chair with his cheek in his hand.
"Warum, guten Abend mein Freunde, mein Dame. Ich habe eine Nachricht Von mein Oberst für Dich gestaltet.(Why, good evening my friends, my lady. I have a message from my colonel just for you.)" he purred as he stood tall. He whirled around, pressing a button on the keyboard.
"Who the shell are you?" barked Raph as he and his brothers stood in offensive positions, weapons drawn.
"What the shell did he just say?" Yuki turned sharply.
"He has a message." she bit her lip as she headed to Leon. He smirked in a cat like way before the screen reverted to show a middle aged blonde man in green, smirking evily with his fingers touching.
"Guten Tag mein Freunde. (Good day my friends.) It's so nice to finally meet you all, espescially you Ms. Tang." Yuki's frown grew, how did he know, her last name? They looked to her expectanly but then reverted back to the screen.
"I wonder," he said in a heavy, yet playful German accent. "If you enjoyed my little fun, you know, there will be more for you to play with mein liber(my dear). You seemed to enjoy yourself as their heads went 'pop' 'pop'!"
"What is he talking about Yuki." asked Leo. She did not stir, her eyes trained on the scheming man infront of her.
"What's it to you?" she seethed.
"Ah! Temper temper my love, just like that dear monstrum." her blue eyes widened. "I see I got your attention, he was such a prominent boy, until I ordered him shot full of holes that is." her fist clenched, turning her knuckles a dead white.
"Hide all you want mein lieber, it's only a matter of time until you snap and show who you really are. It was such a shame though, no matter how many times you killed him, cut off his head, tore out his 'heart'," he emphasized that word with sick glee. "He just kept comming back, and that was the fun of it, but all that's faded now, he's dead, dies like a vile insect." he let out a laugh as Yuki's face reddened with searing rage, her finger nails now blooding her palms.
"You're wrong she whispered."
"A damned government dog, this death suit him ja?"
"You're wrong." he laughed louder as Leon smirked in agreement.
"Let's face it, you'll die the same way my monstrum." he shrieked.
"Like a dog." Leon added. Yuki snapped, out of the folds, she pulled out a black Desert Eagle and shoved it down his throat, in a fit of rage, she switched off the safety and blew his head to bits. The maimed body flew back, mini spasms causing the limbs to twitch slightly. The family looked upon her in horror as she casually put her gun down.
"Shot the messenger have you? No matter, we'll still have fun mein lieber. Until then, Abschied!" with that the screen clicked off, returning to the security panels. Yuki looked over at the now still body. Leo turned to her with the rest or his family.
"Y-Yuki, what did you do?" she took in a deep breath and let out a light sigh.
"I shot the messenger."
Chapter Seven:Shoot The Messenger
