A/N: Thanks to Amonraphoenix and Darkunderworld for beta-ing for me. And thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed thus far.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

It had been another climbing excursion, and a difficult one at that. Raphael had never been one to be scared of heights, but as he scaled the outstretched arm of Lady Liberty he had to force himself to keep his eyes on the flame and not on the ground thousands of feet below him. He grunted as he pulled himself up on to the top of the torch and breathed a sigh of relief when he collapsed on the hard surface. Now he just had to figure out how he was supposed to get back down without killing himself.

"Find the clue first, Raph," he told himself sharply. "Then you can worry about getting down alive."

He pushed himself to his feet and carefully made his way around the flame, keeping as close to it as possible. He looked around the corner and found Donatello's bo staff tied to a railing. A piece of paper was tied to the top of the staff and was flapping in the wind like a flag. Raphael made his way over to the staff and untied it carefully from the railing.

After removing the piece of paper, he slipped the bo staff into his belt on his back and studied the paper. His heart dropped when the paper showed a picture of Donatello. He was in some kind of glass container, but Raphael didn't know where the container was located. It didn't look like he was underground, but it also did not look as if he were in a warehouse of some sort either. He turned the paper over and found another riddle written in slanted script on the back.

My architect was William Van Alen
The ground breaking occurred on September 19, 1928.
When I was constructed there was competition in New York to build the world's tallest skyscraper.
With the added height of my spire, I surpassed 40 Wall Street as the tallest building in the world.
Less than a year after I opened to the public on May 27, 1930, I was surpassed in height by the Empire State Building.

Who am I?

Raphael put a hand over his eyes as he went through every well known building in New York City; which was quite a few. He tried to remember Donatello's lectures on the structures in the city. He could feel his eyes begin to burn as he failed to recall anything that had the details in the clue. Raphael slid down the base of the flame until he was sitting down. He pulled his knees up to his chest, folded his arms on his knees and buried his face in his arms. He was letting his brothers down; he was failing. He had no idea what building the clue was referring to.

He lifted his head and stared out across the darkened harbour. "What do I do, Leo?" Raphael asked the empty air. "What the heck is the answer? Come on, if Donny were here he would give you that look that tells you that you are an idiot, and that you should know this one." He growled to himself in irritation, trying not to let despair and fear overwhelm him.

Of course, he received no reply from his older brother and Donatello's voice did not reprimand him from wherever he was being held. Raphael took several deep breaths as he pulled himself together. He had never been known to crack under pressure and he wasn't about to start now; however, the fear of finding his brothers dead was starting to become all too real. Raphael studied the clue again, trying to find key words or names. Surely he had heard Donatello say something of significance that he recognized in the wording of the clue.

"Think, Raph, think," he growled to himself. "William Van Alen was employed by...by..." All of a sudden, a model of a car flashed in his mind. "Chrysler," Raphael said, his eyes shooting open. "Walter Chrysler." His heart leapt as he finally figured out the clue. "The Chrysler Building."

Alfredson watched as Raphael left the Statue of Liberty and headed for the Chrysler Building. He growled in annoyance and he tightened his grip on the stress reliever ball that he held in his hand. He had underestimated Raphael's intellect. Clearly, he wasn't just another irrational hot-headed, brawn brute; he could figure out complex questions if he put his mind to it.

The Grim Reaper turned his gaze to the monitors that showed his brothers. He had been giddy with excitement when Donatello tore into Leonardo about failing to make sure their enemy had been caught. The purple masked turtle had a point; Leonardo and Raphael should have returned to see if the police had captured their missing prisoner.

Alfredson smiled to himself. It wouldn't have been much fun if he had been caught prematurely. He wanted to have fun with Raphael before the authorities closed in. And besides he wanted to make Raphael pay for the beating he had received at the hands of the red masked mutant. Alfredson placed a hand over the turtle brand on his right cheek and hissed venomously. No matter what happened in the next few hours, Raphael wasn't going to be walking away, at least not without a few new scars of his own.

Hidden once again beneath a shroud of human clothing, Raphael strained his neck to look up at the imposing building in front of him. He had somehow forgotten how tall the Chrysler Building was.

No wonder it had once been named the world's tallest building, he thought to himself in awe.

"What are the chances that the next clue is at the very top?" Raphael muttered bitterly under his breath.

He growled in irritation; this "scavenger hunt" style guessing game was getting monotonous.

Raphael took out his shell cell to check the time. Nine hours to go and he still had no idea how many clues were left. Taking a deep breath, Raphael headed inside the building and made his way towards the elevator. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. As he waited for the elevator, Raphael gazed around at his surroundings. A few people gave him strange looks as they walked by and he heard a couple of people muttering under their breath. Raphael glanced over his shoulder and saw two security guards heading purposefully towards him.

Oh shell, the turtle thought. Hurry up you stupid elevator, he screamed in his head at the doors, praying they would slide open before he was caught.

"Hey, kid," one of the men called out in a stern, warning voice.

The elevator doors finally slid open and Raphael hurried inside, pressing the button for the top floor and jamming his finger repeatedly on the "close door" button. He looked up to see the two men running towards him; however the doors closed just in time before the humans got too close. Raphael breathed out a sigh of relief and slid to the floor. That had been too close for comfort. He had a funny feeling that Alfredson had called ahead to warn security about anyone odd entering the building.

Raphael got to his feet just as the doors slid opened again. However instead of an empty corridor, he was met by a squad of security guards. His heart fell into the pit of his stomach. There was only one way out of this mess and he didn't like using his ninja skills on innocent humans; but he had no other choice. It was either fight his way to the stairs to the roof, or get caught and have his identity discovered. Raphael growled under his breath.

Alfredson was going to pay, and pay dearly.

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