He walked straight as an arrow down the dirty, deranged hallway. The windows were smashed out and boarded up, there were numerous floor boards missing every few feet, and the whole place was dark and powdered in dust. But that didn't sway his nerves one bit. It never did.
Reaching the end of the hallway, he pushed open a large set of sturdy oak doors, still in good shape despite the place, and entered.
The sight before him was extraordinary, though not foreign to him. Just through the grand doorway stood a group that gave the appearance of a stoic mob. There appeared to be at least 150 people, all filthy with grime on their faces and cloths, and silent as the dead. Not a word was spoken; not a mouth moved. No one dared to say a word in fear of the police noticing that not all was as it seemed with the abandoned, ancient business building.
It was not your typical crowd. Even as the giant turtle entered not a gasp or cry pierced his heart. Instead, just a silent nod of approval from followers to a leader.
Raphael stood and beheld his followers, his army. He walked strongly across the trodden bare earth, not even covered by a proper floor. It had been destroyed years ago.
The crowd parted as he moved towards the front of the room. Upon reaching the back wall he climbed onto a large wooden crate, and looked over the rebels. They stared up at him, their faces barely visible in the candlelight.
"Good evening my friends. Can everybody hear me?" His voice was soft, just barely the above the volume of normal speech. Most nodded their heads, some raised their hands high to symbolize that they could not hear.
"Ok, I'll do my best to speak a little louder, but no noise can be heard form outside these walls, as you all know. Moving on. Where's Ross?" asked Raph to the audience.
There was a slight shift in the crowd before one of he members finally rose his hand and moved foreword.
"Ah, there ya are. What do our numbers look like this week?" Raph asked.
"We lost four members in a weapons raid on Tuesday, and our spy behind the operation working as the coordinator was caught on Wednesday. None of the members told the enemy anything though, and they are all scheduled to be put to death first thing Sunday morning." Ross's voice was high and slightly squeaky as it pierced the silence.
"Spectacular," Raph breathed sarcastically.
"Also, sir, the Cook's and the Saunder's and the Jameson's have had to go into hiding and will no longer be attending the meetings, and two of our members, Grace Young and Chaz Reimer, are still missing."
"Excellent," he said, yet again sarcastically. "I want to see those numbers after the meeting."
The man named Ross nodded.
"Ok, so as most of you could hopefully hear, our numbers are dropping... Again. But keep this in mind, each and every one of you; those who have fallen have fallen for us, for this. They held their heads high and kept their mouths silent to the very end. I promise you, they will not go down without a fight, so lets bring one to them."
Silent fists rose into the air. They were going to break into the prison for a rescue! Though, all they could do was pray that this time they would be successful. This was their fourth attempt at a rescue. The first one they had ever attempted had been a trap, which they had stupidly fallen into and lost many men. In the second one, they had lost more men than rescued. The third time they actually succeeded, so Raph had no idea what to expect this time.
"Alright, lets see, I'm going to take Brooks, Randy Smith, Joe Smith, McSon, Williams, and Chamberly for this one. I would like to see you after the meeting. Any objections?" No one raised their hands so Raph continued. "Alright then, we'll move at 10 o'clock tomorrow night, while the city's quiet."
The crowd nodded.
"Ok, next," his eyes fired up. "The French are coming our way. In exactly two weeks they'll be arriving by plane. There will only be a few ground troops to make sure that everything goes smoothly, everyone else will be in planes. Our job is to help those ground troops and make sure that the planes make it to the Shredders Tower here in Detroit. We need to keep the enemy soldiers inside the tower from getting to their planes and holding the French off. I'm going to need all of our troops down in the sewers. Yes, you heard me right, we're going in through the sewers. It's the easiest way to get into those hangers undetected. From this moment on I'm going to need Alpha flight here Mondays, Bravo Flight on Tuesday, Charlie on Wednesdays, Delta on Thursdays, Echo on Fridays, Foxtrot on Saturdays, and Gulf and Hotel Flights on Sundays to go over details, positioning, and strategy. We will meet as a group as scheduled on Fridays, is that understood?"
The crowd nodded darkly.
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