Infiltrate
Leonardo POV
Being a leader isn't without its challenges. To be honest, I can't remember a time when it was ever easy. Someone who barely knows us is throwing our flaws and issues right in our faces. I'm just trying to keep us together and out of harms way. So why am I finding this outsider is suddenly the key to helping me find a way to get through my doubt again? How does the same thing that I sought out my father's master to help me solve suddenly fall on the shoulders of a human therapist? As a teenage mutant ninja turtle, I've seen a lot of strange things. I never thought that something so normal could be so strange to me.
Third Person POV
Molly stepped into the agency building dressed as if she were going to work. Knowing she had to keep suspicion to a minimum, her first stop was at her supervisor's office. She knocked on the door before entering. Greg looked surprised to see her back so shortly after yesterday's debacle. He gestured for her to take a seat and Molly obliged.
"I didn't expect to see you back so soon. You were pretty steamed." He recalled the rage that flashed in her eyes. She was now back to the composed co-worker he was used to.
"Pain and being misled can really affect one's mood." She smiled wryly. "I did some thinking and I've decided to stay on this caseload. The only thing is that I need a better understanding of what I'm dealing with. It would make sense for me to interview the patients before they are turned into these super soldiers so I have a baseline to work off of."
"I don't see that being a problem." Greg contemplated her request. "Would you be interested in starting that now? We're a bit short staffed today and we have a new group of candidates. Some of them were ex-agents here." Luck was truly on Molly's side.
"Remember that covert agent that went missing half a year back?"
"Her name was Allie, I believe." She was grateful she and Lexa had kept their relationship hidden.
"Yeah, the one you used to butt heads with! She's getting ready to start the process. Do you think you can keep your disdain for her held back and be professional about it?"
"I think I can handle that." Molly was trying to wrap her mind around how easy this was. Maybe she wouldn't need help after all. "Where should I report to?"
"The laboratory is running physical diagnostics. They can get a room ready for you to interview her. Just see Kim at the front desk. I'll call down so they know to expect you. You don't have to stick to that ridiculous script during the initial assessment."
"Thanks. I'll just punch in first." She said standing. After she left the room, she looked around to see if the hallway was empty before continuing down the hall.
"Your superior didn't know about your relationship with Lexa?" Donatello's voice sounded from the earpiece in her right ear. She put a finger to it to respond softly.
"We actually hated each other for quite some time. We ran into each other at bar and by some blackout drunk accident, we became more." She murmured. "Fraternizing is frowned upon so we kept up the charade of hating each other. I ended it before it got too intense."
"Molly-O breaking hearts left and right!" Michelangelo's voice blared in.
"Shut up, Mikey!" Three turtles chorused. Molly smirked as she punched in. Their puerile antics took the edge off of her anxiety about finding a way to free Lexa.
"Donatello...The interviews are recorded. I'm going to need you to cut that off so I can speak freely with her. Otherwise, they'll know I'm not here to exactly help them in this fool's errand."
"Gotcha! Let me know which room you're in and I'll take care of the rest."
"If you're as good as April with this, you have my complete faith." Making her way further down the hall, she barely listened as the turtles talked among themselves. Minor bickering and joking took place but she was concentrating on easing the butterflies in her stomach. Coming upon a locked door, she punched in a code and inserted her I.D. badge into the slot. A buzz sounded and she opened the door. Another long hallway led to a door of the same fashion. "I'm about the enter the facility that houses the labs so pay attention." She pushed the door open and come upon the front desk. An older woman with mousey, brown hair and fire engine red lipstick looked up.
"Molly!" She beamed at the younger woman. "It's been such a long time! How have you been?"
"Not too bad." Was the reply. "Greg filled you in?"
"Of course!" Kim exclaimed. "He's so excited you finally decided to help out on this project! You'll never guess who volunteered!"
"Do tell." She feigned interest.
"Allie Schroder! She's lost some weight and I don't mean in a good way."
"Mm." The desire to slam her face into the desk was tempting Molly. "Well, I should be getting to work. I would hate to fall behind so early."
"Of course!" She pulled out a folder and handed it to Molly. "You'll be going to room 13. See you later!" Molly passed the desk with a nod and made her way down more extended hallways.
"Alright, boys." She murmured. "I don't know if I'll see Allie right away or not so hang in there..."
She stopped at room 13 and entered. A young man sat at a table in the white room. Molly sat down across from him, placed her briefcase on the table and opened the folder. There were 15 different packets inside. Each with a picture paper clipped to the corner to match the names and a brief summary of the individual's background. Lexa's packet was among them. Looking at the man who waited patiently, Molly pulled a pen and note pad from her briefcase and began her interview with him. Three hours and five candidates later, Lexa came in. Molly cleared her throat.
"I have you covered." Donatello's voice came through her earpiece again. "All recording devices are off. No one should notice for at least fifteen minutes."
"Lexa." She stood up. The blonde looked at her surprised and alarmed. She was wearing a white t-shirt and sweat pants. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Molly deducted that she just came from the physical. She noted the gauze taped to her inner arm, indicating a blood draw.
"Don't call me that!" She whispered.
"Nothing is recording." The brunette approached the blonde and shook her head. Speaking softly, she inquired, "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm trying to be strong again." Lexa replied. "What are you doing here?"
"Trying to convince you not to take part in something that can ruin your life." Molly took her hand. "The serum has some unfavorable side effects. I already met with a man who became extremely violent."
"What are you talking about?"
"For the past few days, I have been asking test subjects scripted questions. I diverted from the questions and the man became aggressive." Molly raised her braced wrist to drive in her point. "I know you want a cure but there has to be another way."
"I already made my choice and you know the agency won't let me go now that I've agreed. I know too much. Besides. It will be like old times." She brushed her against Molly's cheek. "We can sneak away and reacquaint ourselves with each other. I still remember how to-" Molly clamped her hands over Lexa's mouth. A bright shade of red flamed on her cheeks. She could hear mixed reactions from the turtles.
"I have friends who are listening in to this." She hissed. "We can continue this conversation another time. And you are NOT going to go through with this. It's wrong. All of this is wrong. I don't want to see them turn you into weapon to destroy creatures they know nothing about!" She slowly removed her hands from the blonde's mouth. "Please. We have so much to talk about and I can't help you if you belong to the agency."
"Alright, I'll bite. Who are your friends and how do they intend to get me out of here?"
"They are going to cause a distraction and extract you." Was the reply. "The only thing you need to know is...They aren't human."
"What?"
"I am working with four mutant turtles who are trained in the form of Ninjutsu…"
"And you're questioning my choices?"
"I don't know how much you recall from six months ago, but they seem to know you."
"What do you mean?"
"Does the name, Leonardo ring a bell?"
"Molly I- You...Knew them all this time?"
"No. I just found out about this a few days ago. That's not important now. I don't know how much time we have before it's discovered that our interview isn't recording, but we need to make it look like we are oblivious to it."
Just then, a knock came from the door behind Lexa and both women immediately slid into the chairs opposite each other. A tech looked in and Molly turned to him as if she had just been interrupted.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry, Miss O'Shea, but the recording equipment malfunctioned. You're going to have to start the interview again. Molly sighed and removed her glasses.
"This is very inconvenient. What happened?"
"We aren't sure, yet." He responded. "But we will get to the bottom of this."
"I guess there isn't much that can be done about it." Just then, the sound of metal crashing to the floor came from the hall. The tech turned.
"What the-?" He disappeared briefly before flying through the door. He landed on top of the table with a groan. In walked Raphael, dusting of his hands off with a grin.
"Let's get outta here!" He shouted grabbing Lexa by the hand. His eyes met Molly's briefly before they left the room. She counted five seconds in her head before hitting the "Emergency" button. Good luck, fellas.
The brothers sat in the battle shell, awaiting any news. Donatello had a laptop on his lap as he tried to hack into the agency's security.
"It's harder to get in than I thought it would be." He muttered, looking for an alternate route from his previous attempt.
"Someone's got the resident genius scratchin' his head." Raphael snickered.
"You are not helping." The younger turtle growled.
"So what's the plan?" Michelangelo asked, idly spinning his nunchucks.
"We'll sneak in. Raph will cause a distraction and get Allie-" Leonardo shook his head. "Lexa out of the room. Should he encounter any trouble, Mikey and I will work as back up. Donnie, you'll stay in the battle shell, just in case we need an alternate route."
"IF I can figure out how to get into this system. They have firewalls made of adamantium!" Donatello stressed.
"You'll have to break them down." Leonardo stated.
Molly was already on her way to the front desk by the time Donatello got in. He had to be careful not to leave any sign of his tampering or the agency would be alerted to the infiltration of their system. With a sigh, he pulled up the schematics of the building and searched for possible exits and entrances.
"If you guys go through the manhole right here; it will lead to this one over here. Then if you can enter from here, you'll go undetected. You can enter through an air duct, here. If you take a right here, it should lead to the hallway where rooms 11-19 are. You can take the air duct back to make your exit. If anything should go wrong, you can take this door across from room 16 to the stairwell. It will bring you to the roof." Donatello explained to the group.
"Don't tell me there's going to be a helicopter waiting for us."
"There's actually a ladder that leads down. The entrance to the sewers is over on the the other side of the building."
"It sounds easy enough." Michelangelo yawned.
"The sun will be setting soon so get ready to go stealth." Leonardo advised.
"Molly." Donatello spoke into his head set. "Clear your throat the moment she comes in and I'll cut the recording devices."
The other three left the battle shell as soon as the sun disappeared and entered the sewers. Once they made it to the other end, they held their position, ready for their next move. Each put on a headset from their shell cells to listen in. They waited through five interviews. Three hours of her asking standard questions about their experiences in the agency, in battle, any thoughts of violence, etc. They weren't sure when or if Lexa was going to partake in an interview until Molly cleared her throat as someone entered the room.
"I have you covered." He said, typing away. "All recording devices are off. No one should notice for at least fifteen minutes."
That was Leonardo's cue. They went up the ladder to exit the sewers and swiftly sprinted to the designated entrance. As they quietly moved through the air duct, they continued to listen in on Molly's conversation with Lexa.
""I already made my choice and you know the agency won't let me go now that I've agreed. I know too much." Lexa paused, before continuing with a seductive quality to her voice. "Besides. It will be like old times. We can sneak away and reacquaint ourselves with each other. I still remember how to-" The rest of it came out muffled.
"What the...?" Raphael held in a laugh, while Donatello gave in to the laughter. Leonardo simply sighed.
"Molly-O's got game!" Michelangelo cheered. The brothers made their way to the end before Raphael kicked the grate open with a little too much power and knocked it off the hinge. As it crashed to the floor, he dropped down and caught the attention of the tech. He darted a little bit down the hall before grabbing the tech and hurling him through the door. The large turtle dusted off his hands as he entered the room.
"Let's get outta here!" He shouted grabbing Lexa by the hand. He made eye contact with Molly and caught a look of relief on her face before exiting. Five seconds later, an alarm went off. Raphael hoisted Lexa up the air duct as Leonardo pulled her up. Armed guards arrived and Raphael bolted for the door Donatello had mentioned before. As he raced up the stairwell, the others crawled through the air duct.
"Raph!" Leonardo growled.
"No problem here." His brother responded. The moment he hit the roof, the others exited the air duct. They could hear Molly speaking with the guards about how terrifying it was to see a mutant turtle come in. Leonardo and Michelangelo led Lexa down to the sewers. As they ran to the other side, they heard shots firing followed by thuds and grunting.
"Bro, are you alright?" Michelangelo inquired as they climbed up the ladder. "Raph?"
"I'm in the sewer. Had to knock around some guards." He said, sounding proud of himself.
Donatello turned the ignition on and listened intently to Molly's conversation with the guards. He hoped for her sake that she would be able to get out of the situation quickly and without issue. As the others entered the vehicle, he began to drive. Leonardo eyed Lexa for a long while before speaking to her.
"You're Allie." He said.
"I didn't think I'd ever see you guys again." She replied. "Where's Molly?"
"She's reporting to her supervisor 'what happened.'" Donatello answered. We're going to meet up at her place." The rest of the drive was in silence.
Molly burst through her door only to have Lexa throw herself at her in an embrace. Blinking, she returned the hug less passionately. She could see the turtles standing from over Lexa's shoulder and pulled away. She closed the door behind her and gestured for the other woman to sit. Exhaustion was starting to take over as she stumbled across the room to take a seat on her couch.
"We need to find a safe house for you." She finally spoke. "Conveniently, Greg is giving me a week off while they investigate what happened. That should be plenty of time to get you somewhere else."
"I'm guessing New York is out of the question." Her friend sighed.
"We can try Connecticut. Maybe Rhode Island?" Molly offered.
"How about North Hampton Massachusetts?" Leonardo suggested. Both women turned to the leading turtle. "I know a safe place."
"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt." Molly sighed. "We leave first thing in the morning. Lexa and I will pack up things here and we can meet here tomorrow. Let's say...Six 'o'clock?" Michelangelo groaned.
"We'll be here." Leonardo spoke for the group. "Are you sure it's safe to stay here tonight?"
"I don't think Greg suspected anything. One night should be fine." Molly assured the brothers. They accepted this and left without another word. Once they were alone, she turned to the blonde. "You're a god damn idiot! Do you know how danger-" Before she could even get her lecture rolling, Lexa planted a kiss on her lips. She went in for another, pushing the brunette down on the couch. Molly shoved her back with gritted teeth.
"How long are you going to try to resist me?" Lexa inquired softly. Clearly disappointed with Molly's inability to give in to her advances.
"The last thing on my mind is intimacy right now!" The older woman hissed. "I have to pack clothes for the both of us and make sure we have all that we need for the next week until I can figure out what to do. They will be looking for you and in the meant time, we need to figure out how to get you treated while keeping you under the radar. I'm sorry if that doesn't turn me on. Right now, I would prefer you getting some rest. You can use my guestroom." Lexa huffed as she stood.
"So that's how it's going to be?" She demanded. "You're still running away from us?"
"Us?" Molly stood to meet her face to face. "We ended things half a year ago!"
"You did..."
"Yeah and then you disappeared. I'm not in the mood for fooling around with someone who keeps secrets."
"Secrets like you and those mutants?"
"..."
"What are you doing with them? Don't you know they can be dangerous?"
"I know they aren't a danger to us and that's all that matters at this time. They aren't monsters."
"I hope you know what you're doing, Molly O'Shea." Lexa sighed. She stepped into the guestroom and slammed the door. Molly stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the door. Her eyes were burning with fatigue and a dull pounding in her head reminded her that she could really us a Tylenol. She shuffled into her room and pulled a suitcase from her closet. She would need to pack for two. Before she began, she sent a quick text to April, giving her a brief summary of what had happened.
'Give me a call in the morning when you wake up.' Was the reply. Molly smiled and commenced her duties for the night. She would catch up on sleep when she knew all was secure.
Author's Note: Allie/Lexa is a bit of a hand full. I decided to try mini narrations at the start of each chapter. Thank you to those who have reviewed so far. It means a lot to get feedback. I'm not sure how I'm posting these chapters up so quickly. The last four days have been work, write, post and repeat. Regretfully, it probably drags down the quality of the story but this is a little exercise for myself. Thanks for reading.