Movements

Path Street

New York City

Karai Saki squirmed slightly in the seat of the limousine. She hated wearing dresses such as these, they restricted her movement and were never comfortable. Grumbling to herself, she closed her eyes, clearing her mind. Her father would be able to handle this situation.

Her eyes opened slowly and she felt focused. Ready. Checking her watch, she saw that it was noontime. Where did the morning go?

She had spent the whole day in the security section of the Foot Building. A small room full of techies were on hand. And they had news.

"Mistress Karai, it seems that on the night of the…er…incident, there was an intruder."

Karai bristled. "A what?"

"An intruder, mistress. Someone had broken into our building that night." The techie pushed a few buttons on the keyboard, making the massive screens flicker until they focused in on a single room. A cell.

"Here?" Karai asked impatiently. Ever since her father's death, her time had been short. She had a lot of new responsibilities to balance now.

"Just wait." The video was blank for a few more seconds, before a figure suddenly crawled into view. The techie kept talking. "This guy was good. He avoided nearly all of our camera systems. Even most of our more hidden ones. He only appears on one of our cameras, and just for the few seconds." The man seemed to check around him, then peered into a closet, opening it and finding a uniform.

Karai was shocked. Her father had some of the best security known to man. How could someone have infiltrated? "Do we get a clear shot of his face?"

"Not yet," the techie replied, speeding the video up as it shows the man putting on a foot uniform, then it froze. Just before the man put on a mask there is a shot of his face. Clearly American.

"Do you have an ID?" Karai asked impatiently.

The techie sighed. "Yes and no."

Karai raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Well, you see, this man is a famous assassin, named Din."

Karai nodded. "Yes….?"

The techie shrugged, shaking his head. "That's it. There's simply nothing more about this guy in any database. That's it."

Karai blinked. That is weird. "All we have is a name and a face?"

The techie nodded. "Yes, exactly. Nothing else exists."

Karai was about to ask more when she noticed the time. She had to head out.

"Mistress, if I may…" The driver of the limousine interrupted Karai's thoughts, bringing her back to the present, and to her uncomfortable dress.

"Yes?" She asked impatiently.

"Well, Mistress hasn't eaten since the day began, and we are driving by a McBurgerQueen…."

Karai sighed, and then her stomach rumbled. He was right after all. She hadn't eaten in a while. Maybe some food could heighten her mood. "Yes, we shall make a quick stop."

The driver nodded and pulled into the parking lot. He tried to get into the drive-thru, but the line was very long.

Karai grumbled to herself, and threw open the door. "Keep the motor running!" He commanded, before walking inside.

Inside she found a very standard fare fast food joint. She sighed; it just couldn't compete with the home cooked meals she could prepare. But, she was in a hurry, and there was no line.

She walked up to the cashier, and had to do a double-take. He had dark hair, piercing eyes, and handsome features. But that wasn't what her freeze. He was identical to the picture of Din she had seen earlier.

He had glanced up at her, and then immediately looked away, not making eye contact as he mumbled, "Can I take your order?"

English was never a problem for her, but she found herself stumbling. Too much information, too fast. "I'd like a number Din-er…ten." She said, embarrassed at her slip up. But, maybe this was a good thing. He cringed. She definitely saw his shoulders tense ever so slightly. This was the man.

Karai looked at the nametag, and saw the name. Dalty…. "Actually, I think I'm all set for the day. Thank you." She turned on her heel and walked out, a confident smirk on her face.

The limousine was still waiting for her in the parking lot. The driver saw she didn't have a bag of food, but didn't question it. She was already on the phone.

"Yes, I think I found our assassin. Look up the name Dalty, works at a McBurgerQueen."

Turtles' Lair

Under New York

Leonardo was pacing back and forth, grumbling to himself. "Where is he…?" He sighed. "Where did Raph go?" Raphael was always the trouble one, the one that didn't listen. He would always try and rebel, try to get his way. And now, he was breaking curfew.

Donatello was nearby, tinkering on a new gadget for the Battle-Shell. He glanced up, and saw his brother still pacing back and forth. "I'm sure Raph is fine Leo, he's probably just running late or whatever."

Leonardo gave his brother a fiery glare. "It's not that I'm worried. It's that he's breaking curfew!"

Donatello shook his head. The curfew was made by Leonardo, and enforced by only the blue-masked turtle. Drove them all insane.

Michelangelo walked out of his room, stifling a yawn. "You guys still here?"

"Raph still isn't back yet." Leonardo growled in response.

Michelangelo glanced to Donatello who just shook his head. The orange-masked turtle sighed, and walked over to the TV, and started a video game.

"Turn it down!" Leonardo yelled to his brother, who wasn't playing his game too loudly.

"Sheesh, sorry." Michelangelo replied, and the game went to one step above mute. "Quiet enough?"

Leonardo ignored him, as sounds were heard outside. The door creaked, and Raphael walked in, holding his head. "Man….such a headache…."

The blue-masked turtle crossed his arms. "And where have you been?" Raphael smelled really bad, it surrounded his green body. It was a distinctive scent too. "Alcohol?"

Raphael sighed, and stumbled a little, holding onto a wall. "None of you' business…"

Leonardo stepped closer. "Have you been out drinking!?"

"Casey had some booze from his uncle or somethin'. We were jus' tryin' it out…." He groaned a little, and tried to walk back to his room, stumbling and holding to the wall.

Leonardo stayed right with him. "Where?"

Raphael looked about ready to lose his lunch. "Casey's apartment. I need sleep…..I guess I didn't sober up in that guy's room afta all…."

Leonardo raised an eyebrow. "That guy?"

Raphael turned away, realizing a mistake. "I dunno, Casey's neighbor or somethin'."

Leonardo was ready to punch his brother. "You…..told someone else….?" He growled in a deep voice, fists clenched. "They saw you…?"

Raphael nodded. "Yeah…some guy…Din, I think." He found his room and closed the door in Leonardo's face. The sound of metal sliding was heard, the door was locked.

Michelangelo whistled lowly. "Heh…way to go Raph."

Donatello sighed. "Well, looks like we have a new friend after all…"

Leonardo shook his head. "I need to go find this Din. Mikey, you come with me. Donnie, keep an eye on Raph."

Donatello nodded. "No problem Leo."

Michelangelo perked up. "YAY! I get to meet someone new today!"

Leonardo smacked Mikey in the back of the head. "Shut-up. It's more serious than that, come on!"

Michelangelo was left rubbing the back on his head. "Oww…He hits harder than Raph…" But he followed his brother out of the lair.