Abandoned Warehouse

The kung-fu outfit wearing brute walked into the office that hung over the warehouse floor where the purple dragons associated. He went behind the desk and pushed a button under it. Suddenly the old bookcase moved away revealing a passage way into the walls. He gripped a rope that hung from inside and slid down into a dark basement. The room was lit by one single light that hung over a throne. "What do you have for me, Hun?"

"We have the location of the mutagen. It is within four turtles. Apparently the ooze has genetically mutated them, and somehow they have learned the sacred art of Ninjutsu." Hun explained as he bowed his head.

An old figure sat in his throne. He sat up at the word. " Ninjutsu. This couldn't be possibly the style my elder brother studied. The only man besides my brother that new of this style was Hamato Yoshi. He's dead. Are you fooling my ears, Hun?"

Hun quaked in fear. He could never disrespect his master, but he was present in the assassination of Yoshi, and recognized the style of fight from the descriptions the foot ninjas gave them. They said it had a sense of intelligence, freedom, aggressive, and justified style put into every move. It had to be Yoshi. " It's possible he and Tang Shen were not the only people in the presence, am I right Master Saki?,"

" Correct you are," said Saki, rubbing his scar across his face. " We aloud a rat to live,"

First Nation Bank

"Hurry up!!" said the purple dragon. " I gotta bad feeling about this…" The crew started to load the money into the armored hummer. The bank wasn't drained, but plenty of money was taken. Not to far was a purple dragon on a motorcycle gearing up for the escape.

"Drop the money, scuzzbuckets!!" yelled Casey as he leaped over the hood and drop kicked a dragon. "Let's make this quick, I want the money, the weapons, and your blood on the asphalt urry

,comprende?

"HEY YOU HOCKEY-MASK WEARING MORON!" The vicious bum, secretly Raphael, attacked the vigilante with avengence. "Where's the cricket now!! WHERE'S THE CRICKET NOW!!"

Raph pined Casey to the ground his fist ready to pound the mask. " Let's go!!" The thugs leaped into the car, and some got onto the back bed with the money. Together, Raph and Casey leaped onto the truck, Raph gripping a garbage top and stepping onto while he held the side of the truck, and Casey jumping onto the bed as the car drove away.

The motorcylcist turned around and prepared to drive after them until he felt the rough foot of Leonardo who kicked him off it. " Hang on Raph."



Casey swung viciously with a golf club, as he knocked the purple dragons off the bed and onto the streets. He threw one onto a hood of a car and another into a store front window. He leaped onto the hood and into the car, throwing the gang members out the doors and taking the wheel. "Cool, thrashed a few gang members, and got a little change for some food to night."

"Sorry!!" Raph leaped into the passenger seat and hitting Casey with the garage top. " Your meal ticket is on the hood of a police cruiser, but I'll gladly give you a Knuckle sandwich!!"

"Well, no use in stayin," said Casey. "Later freak!!" Casey opened the door and tumbled out the car and landed on the garbage top and skidded off the street. Raph grabbed the wheel and looked at it with confusion. Okay, I need a little help.

Leo threw a grappling hook at the car, catching the rim, and he turned the corner pulling the car with him. He shrieked in pain as he felt his shoulder pop from the whiplash. He gripped the cable with the other hand and wrapped it around the bike handle, and dragged the car behind him.

Turtle Lair

I'm disappointed in you Raphael," said Splinter sipping his tea. " You have caused a lot of trouble this evening. You have caused city damage, you dislocated your brother's arm, and you did all of this without being hidden in the shadows. Your lucky your brother was there to save you."

" Your brother, Your brother Your brother!!" moaned Raph. " Why do you always have to bring Leonardo into the argument!! Every time I screw up you gotta bring up Leonardo. I'm done trying to be Leonardo. I was done months ago. Good Night, old rat!" Raph walked out Splinter's room. Everyone was sleep, but Leo, who slowly pushed his arm back into his socket with a grunt. " You didn't have to come after me."

"You didn't have to run out like that." Responded Leo, as he stretches his arm. " But in the end, we are alive and now we have to sets of wheels."

"Suck up," Raphael muttered as he walked up the stairs to his room. Leo sighed and went back to stretching his arm.

The Next Day

"It's fine time I put every in our formations," Said Leo. " Michelangelo is almost finished with training, so I guess I could start choosing right?"

"Cool, so positions," asked Mickey. " I'm straight lion backer, all-day!" Raphael delivers another blow to the back of Mickey's head.

"We will follow the code Splinter has taught us, the elemental balance," Explained Leo. " We will become apart of the five elements, Splinter representing Water, since his flexible and calm nature."



"Oh man," Raph spoke sarcastically. " I really wanted to be water. He's the luckiest old rat in the world." Everyone stood in shock at Raphael. " What?"

"Raphael," Leo's temper rose to the highest level , but he concealed it deep. "Your represent fire, a mindless, raging force that destroys everything in it's path. "

"Is that a insult?" grinned Raph. " I've heard better jokes from Mickey. I'll take it as a compliment."

"Donatello, you represent Earth, compatible and resourceful," Leo continued. "And Mickey, you represent wind, free and careless."

"And what do you represent?" asked Raph.

"Splinter blessed me with the element of Lighting," responded Leo proudly. "The stronger, accurate and less destructive version of fire."Raph's smug appearance turned brackish and angry. "Now that we settled this, we will go on our first mission that will determine our formations, hopefully graduated Mickey, and ultimately develop our skills as ninjas."