Leonardo knelt beside his four brothers. Splinter had his back turned away from them in deep thought. For what seemed like hours he turned to face his sons.
"My sons, I feel that we all should be on the same page today. Leonardo went out last night, and he witnessed a robbery. From what he has told me the thief was well trained, not in the arts of Jujitsu." He looked to Leonardo who nodded his head. "But that still doesn't make her less of a warrior."
"Whoa, Master Splinter you're telling us we have to go kill some broad." Raphael looking at Splinter, then at Leonardo then back to the Sensei.
"No, my son. You must bring her here." Splinter looked at Donatello, who spoke up.
"From my complete analysis I believe that she cannot be killed." Donatello looked at Mikey the Raphael, who looked confused. "I believe that she is a Government experiment."
"Wow like Frankenstein, man builds experiment, experiment goes bad. Is that what where dealing with?" Michaelangelo looked at Splinter.
"It may not be to that degree. But we cannot take the chance of letting that woman run around there. She may have escaped the Government and working for herself now." Splinter said his voice distant. He was thinking about someone like her running around completely out of control. He looked down at his sons, that person could be a real threat.
The bright FBI building made her tired eyes burn. She rubbed her neck; she really needed another mattress she barely slept. She watched as agents passed by, some holding folders and chatting away at the latest news at the water cooler. They were all dressed the same the men dressed in black suits and the women black skirts, everything black. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. She was tired not just physically but emotionally, spiritually. She sighed, she had never had a break in her life, but she needed it. She sensed the room, people talking all round her. She tried to focus on one conversation.
"What time did she come in?" This was the voice of Director Bill Nole.
"About an hour ago. She had the papers, but she asked to speak to you." This was Agent Mike McCabe.
"She does, does she? Hmm, I think its about time we send her to more defense training." Director Nole said with a cautious tone.
"Where should we send her to now? She knows all martial arts, boxing, hand to hand combat training. She's been in the Army rangers, Navy seals, and the marines. She excelled in all of them. She is a trained killed and experienced pilot; she can fly all aircraft in the Navy and Air force. " Agent McCabe, didn't want her in training, he had a stack of files that needed her and only her.
Nole ignored him, "what does she want to talk to me about?" She felt his gaze on her, she kept her eyes closed, pretended to not hear them.
"She wouldn't tell me, you know she is listening to us. She has a hearing range…"
"I know all that, just send her in." Nole interrupted, she smiled. McCabe was a so called "Expert" on her. She never liked his superior attitude and she could tell that neither did Director Nole. She opened her eyes.
After a few minutes Agent McCabe walked into the lobby. He was a short man, thinning brown hair, big nose small oriental blue eyes and a small line for a mouth. He always wore a Rolex on his wrist and a wedding ring. She wondered what type of women it would have to take to be his wife. She stood.
"The Director will see you know, but you already knew that." He looked at her with an icy stare.
"Yes I did, but I don't know where his office is." She smiled, she was showing off.
"This way" he said clearly not amused. He then led her around security and through two glass doors. Which lead to a small white hallway, with nothing but just white paint and a series of white doors. There was no sound in the hallway just the sound of there shoes hitting the floor. They walked a good was down the hallway to a door which read 'Director William Nole.' McCabe opened the door for her.
Inside was a big cherry wood desk, on the desk were piles of files neatly arranged in the corner, and a laptop. Director Nole stood as she came in. She always liked Nole, he had a round face, bald, and a white goatee that surrounded his lips. He also had very kind eyes, the type she imagined a grandpa to have. He motioned for her to have a seat it one of the chairs, she sat McCabe stood in the back of the office.
"So Agent Jessica, what can do for you?" He smiled which lit his eyes up.
"Well, first what kind of training where you thinking about?" She asked calmly. He leaned back and shot a glance a Agent McCabe.
"Well I have been hearing stories about a Master Sensei who is well trained in the form of the old technique Jujitsu. I think you need a break from operations. I think it will be good for you." He paused and leaned forward, "what do you think?"
She thought a moment Nole prayed she would say yes. She looked worn out. And that is the last thing America needs, is their best weapon to run herself to death. She sat in her chair thinking her eyes never leaving his. She was a beautiful woman, short blond hair, radiant blue eyes. She wore a tan tank top that hug all her curves, and faded low rise blue jeans. She had a thick leather black belt that hugged her hips, and help her gun. She also wore her infamous necklace, the dragon. Instead of giving her dog tags the Government gave her a dragon, which was supposed to resemble the constellation Draco. All the Government employees were trained to know the meaning of it. It was designed just incase she fell into enemy hands they wouldn't know any information about her.
"Jujitsu? Must be old I haven't heard of it. Who is the Sensei?" She finally answered.
"Is your answer yes?" He asked raising his eyebrows. She paused.
"Yes" she said after a long moment. "I think it would be great for me. Who is this sensei?" She leaned forward.
"Well, we don't know much about him. We know he is in New York. But mostly sticks to the shadows." He leaned back looking at this computer screen. "I do have to say this isn't a normal Sensei, he is more of a creature." Jessica leaned forward.
"Tell me more about these creatures." She raised her left eyebrow.