Little Author's Note
HAHA!! Back in business!!! Sorry, for lack of updates (though, I doubt almost anyone read this). I kind of lost interest in this for a while (because I do that with every freaking story/fanfic that I write, apparently P). Anyway, I just read it on and I decided I should continue.
Hope ya like.
--Elmo
Four
Paige's POV
I stared at the turtles, they stared at me. One of them was wearing a blue mask thingy, and had two katana strapped to his back, like Holly's. The one next to him was wearing an orange mask thingy, and carried two… nun chucks.
Jeez, don't tell me those crazy movies I've been watching are making me go crazy.
"Who are you?" Blue-mask asked me.
I was at a loss of words. My jaw hung open, and I probably looked like a complete idiot. I mean, hey, they were FIVE FOOT TALL TURTLES. I've seen plenty of strange mutants in my lifetime, but never TURTLES. Hell, I've seen Davy Jones. (Okay, it was a movie, and it was probably computer generated.)
"Paige Holloway," I managed to answer casually. "Who're you?"
"Um, I'm Leonardo," Blue-mask—er, Leonardo—said, "and this is my brother, Michelangelo."
"Nice to, er, meet you," I said, my eyebrows raised to my freaking hairline.
"Wait, you're not gonna kick our shells?" Michelangelo asked me.
I stared at him oddly. "Whaaaat?"
"Usually everyone we meet who's kind of dressed like that attack us," he explained.
"no, I have no beef with you," I said slowly. "I, uh, work for a secret division of the U.S. government, and right now, I'm kind of looking for a sicko scientist who's kidnapped a bunch of children."
Great. I just spilled my guts to two turtles. Great job, Paige. You're soooo smart.
Michelangelo grinned. "Like those secret agents in movies?"
Ah, a fellow movie guru. "Yep," I grinned back.
Leonardo rolled his eyes. "So can we help you in any way?"
"No, I have some… associates," I said. "But thanks."
"Wait, you said sicko scientist?" Leonardo asked.
I nodded.
"Is his name Baxter Stockman?" he asked.
"Er, I don't think so," I said. "to be honest, I don't know the guy's name. our… facility was given a photo by one of our undercover double agents."
"Wow," Michelangelo grinned. "It's like a big movie."
I smiled wryly. "Well, it's worse than a movie. Trust me. So, tell me—since I told you—what're you doing here?"
"We live down here," Leonardo explained. "Somewhere down there. We came here to stop some other sicko guy."
"Well, okay," I shrugged. "Well, see you around."
Wow. Just, wow. I had a completely useless conversation with two turtles (I'm still very convinced I was hallucinating) and it just took time out of this VERY IMPORTANT MISSION.
Scowling at myself, I bleeped on my comm and said, "Pheebs? This is Miz Ghosty. Awaiting directions."
Another Little Author's Note
Heheh, Leo and Mikey were kinda weirdish. Sorry about that, I suck at character personalities and study and crap like that.
Very pointless chapter, more coming soon, because reading the first four chapters got me a little motivated.
--Elmo