Irritated.

Hungry.

Cold.

Donatello was not in the best mood as it was, and now he has to travel through the whole of New York to wake Leo up from his afternoon nap in the locker room.

Every night, Leonardo would read newspaper articles and stuff like that so he would know if there was anything to expect at work.

Mikey would always say that it ruined the surprise and (shockingly) scolded the eldest for it.

It came in handy from time to time, but it left Leo sleep deprived and he ended up dozing off for "five minutes" after work.

But, obviously, those five minutes were sometimes extended to several hours, so Donnie would have to drive Raph to his work to wake him up.

Believe me, the only thing worse than getting a virus on your computer was getting the job to wake up an insanely tired Leonardo.

Serves him right though.

Shouldn't have spent that much time awake when his brain should be recharging.

But … Mikey always said that I was one to talk.

The thing we didn't count on though was getting a call saying that Leo never made it to work.

The thing we didn't expect was to drive down a usually crowded street that was completely abandoned.

The thing we didn't want was to break down in the middle of the road.

And the thing we definitely didn't predict was to be threatened by a group of gunman.

"Get out the car."

… Well, this sort of reminded me of high school.

It brought back memories of days when Raph was either in detention or off sick where the jocks would pick on you like it was their birthday treat.

Luckily though, Raph was with me, so i at least had backup.

They were all dressed from crown to toe in black, wearing masks that hid their faces and made them look like serial killers.

The one who spoke was tall and bulky, a few inches taller than me, which was, abnormal.

I was about to obey, but Raph pushed me back into the seat and crossed his arms stubbornly.

"Or what?"

…

"Seriously Raph?! They have GUNS! What part of that don't you understand?!"

"PIPE DOWN DON! Besides, they can't kill us here! There are plenty of CCTV's around here in every corner, they cannot escape!" Raph explained smugly.

"L-l-look, w-we d-don't h-have time to for this s-s-so PLEASE st-step outa the c-c-ar!" The one who next spoke was small, about an inch smaller than Mikey was … his voice was trembling and shaking and he seemed distressed.

You could easily tell that he was new to this … he seemed slightly out of his comfort zone …

"Listen, we don't want any trouble, we just want to-" I tried persuade, but was cut off by another.

"We don't care what you want, we are just doing our jobs so get out of the car otherwise we'll blow your brains out, regardless of who sees us!"

He was about Raph's height, his voice was hoarse and scratchy but … but he seemed used to it … he didn't really sound like the type of person to make threats and then be taken seriously, but when someone else held a gun to my head, Raph had no choice but to obey.

Two men, who appeared to be mutes, tackled me to the ground with as much force as they can give. For them, I suppose, they must have felt like lions trying to take down an angered giraffe.

For Raph though, because he was a bit more violent, it must have been like sharks trying to take down a Blue Whale, because at least five others were needed to hold him down.

They suddenly pulled both of us back up to the feet when they were sure they had a tight grip and that we wouldn't escape, but that didn't keep us from struggling.

The bulky one turned away to talk into his radio, though it was clear that we were expected to hear.

"They put up quite a bit of a fight boss."

All we heard was static, but somehow he understood it.

"Well that's a change of plan? Why do you need them?"

Static.

"What the hell is so important about them?!"

Static.

"Oh, I see, they knew Michelangelo -"

We froze, eyes widened, pits of our stomachs falling.

So it was true.

Mikey … he knew … he WORKED with these psychopaths!

No … it can't be!

The "bulk" turned around and noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere.

"Ah, he said it would work. Nock em out."

And with one blow to the head, I was out cold.

I know, I know, what a poor ending. I know you guys were probably expecting more, and believe me I was going to write more, but I thought three pages were enough for a chapter.

I promise I won't take a few months to update, and if I do you can scold me for it, but I just wanted to update this story because I have a lot of time on my hands!

I will update ADS and BB next, probably ADS, but thank you all for reviewing and favourting and viewing.

Its great to know that you like my stories!

I am thinking of rewriting IDFA, because I found that absolutely weak in creativity nearing the end.

Thanks again Dudes and Dudettes.

MarshMellowMania Out!