A loud alarm rang through the lair.
Donatello ran out of the dojo. "We have a breach!"
Leonardo stepped out of his room, he rubbed sleep from his eyes, and prepared himself for battle. The others follow suit. The four ninjas dash out of the lair, leaving Tori lost and confused.
Does this always happen? Tori shook… wait, no. The room shook.
Splinter emerged from his room. "Where are my sons?"
"I dunno. They ran off for some reason."
Splinter unlocked the cuff, and removed the frightened girl from the lair.
"What? W-Why?"
The rat continues running. "If something were to happen right after you arrive, who do you think it would be?"
Tori scowled. "My Dad's back."
"Indeed, child. We need you somewhere safe, where you can learn to control your madness." The rat continued down another dark corridor. "If they fight my sons, they may leave the trail, but it is not likely." The rat paused to look for a place to hide. "Do you think you will need the chains?"
Tori nodded, as she was placed behind a warm pipe. The rat clicked a shackle to her wrist, and looped it around a sturdy pole. It closed around her other wrist, and the rat rushed off to help his sons. All Tori can do is wait for someone to find her. While she waited, she wondered what they were up to.
"Where is my daughter!" A large man bellowed. "VICTORIA!" The turtles hid in the shadows of the sewer, waiting to strike. The man consulted a small, handheld device.
"Donnie, what is that?" Leonardo asked.
Donatello thought before responding. "I would assume it's a tracker of some sort. Wait, isn't Tori wearing the same cloths we found her in?"
Michelangelo confirmed this. "There's a chance they could have bugged her before she escaped."
Raphael growled. "Then the might have let her get away."
"That is correct. There is a chance they sent her to find us." Donatello finished.
"Or," The group of turtles turned toward a confident Michelangelo, "Maybe, he's here to find his daughter."
The group sighed.
"Of course he's looking for his daughter. The question is, is he looking for us, too." Raphael grit his teeth. They watch as the man looked up from the small device, and pointed down a path.
"She went that way!" He shouted. A small group of thugs run in the direction indicated.
"My sons, are you alright?" Master Splinter approached the four turtles, and they look at him.
"We're fine, Sensei." Michelangelo said happily. The old rat watched the scene before him. A monster of a man was shoving more men toward the sewer line the rat had just vacated.
"They're after Tori." Leonardo explained. Donatello stared after the humans.
"If they're after Tori, then why aren't they going to the lair?"
The rat answered his son. "I have hidden her somewhere else for the time being." They move toward the opening again. "We need to get to her before they do."
"There might be a tracker on her." Donatello reminds the group. Leonardo nodded toward his brother.
"Let's get rid of it,-"
"And bash some heads." Raphael smirked as his knuckles cracked. The five of them rush off to find the stowaway.
LINE BREAK
Victor Dane was getting tired of this pointless chase. His men were fruitless in their search for his missing daughter. She had gone into the sewers to hide, but the large man was counting on her groveling for forgiveness somewhere. He smirked. If it's mercy she wants, she's not going to get it. The thought of his daughter waiting to be punished put a smile on the brute's face.
"Sir," Some random cadet saluted him. "There is no sign of the girl."
Dane glared down at him. "Check again, or you might go missing." The little rat scurried off to check again. He consulted the small beeping box in his meaty hands. A red dot amid a glowing green grid spelled out where she hid.
"Oh, Victoria. When I get my hands on you." The man growled, and motioned the direction of the path his daughter might have taken. His men flooded the corridor.
"I'll find you, yet."
The beeping sped up, indicating she was nearby.
"Search the area!" Dane bellowed. He does that a lot. He found that people fear him if he's as loud as he is large. Muscles strained as he imagined what it would be like to see her cower in fear. Just like her mother, that one.
"We've found her, Boss." Another slab of meat salutes, and the man growled, "Then get her out here!"
"She's chained up, sir."
"Then cut her arm off."
"B-Both of them?" Dane turned on the smaller man. He relished the fear in his subordinate's eyes. Dane's voice turned deathly calm. "If you have to, then do it!"
One of the goons fell back, clutching his face.
"She kicked me!" He scowled, and approached the pipe again.
A defiant voice fills the air. "I'm not leaving with you. I've found a new home!"
Dane snarled, and peered into the pipe, allowing his flesh to see his face. "You are coming with me, short stack, whether you like it or not."
The small girl, still in her baggy shirt, and loose jeans, brings up her combat boot, and reared back for a kick. Instead of a face full of boot, the large man gets a stick to the back of the head.
"Good shot, dude!" A voice crowed. Dane turned from the pipe to find his men fighting shadows, bursts of smoke appeared out of nowhere, and enveloped the men. When the mist dispersed, the men were left on the floor, unconscious.
Something was thrown at Dane's face, and he swatted it away. He sputtered as purple smoke invaded his lungs. When it cleared, he saw the rest of his forces had been defeated. He glared into the pipe to find his daughter gone, cuffs and all.
LINE BREAK
The next thing Tori was sure of is cold metal beneath her. Donatello was hooking various things to her. She also happened to be wearing something she is sure doesn't belong to her. A large sweatshirt covered most of her. Tori looked down, and saw she was wearing gym shorts. The rest of her legs were wrapped in bandages. They hurt badly. Michelangelo cames into the lab. She can tell it's him. No one else would try to tickle her while she lay on a table.
"Stop it, Mikey." Donatello droned. He turned toward his brother. "Did you guys find anything on her cloths?"
"No. Nothing." Michelangelo stopped trying to tickle Tori.
Donatello rubbed his head. "Then… It must me inside her." The turtle stuck a needle in her arm, and she passed out.
Donatello rushed around the lab, gathering the materials he would need to make a new machine. It only took him a couple hours to build something most impressive. Soon enough Tori was strapped inside the machine. Parts glowed with electricity. It scanned her. An image of a body emerged on a screen. A dot of something odd appeared on her neck. Michelangelo looked over Donatello's shoulder.
"What's in her neck, Donnie?"
The turtle shook his head. "I don't know Mikey."
Lights died as Donatello turned the thing off.
"What is this thing anyway?"
The genius turned to his brother before continuing to the machine, and Tori. "It's pretty much a cat scan. It searches for anything unusual in the body, and reveals it's location on the monitor."
"Oh, I get it." Michelangelo nodded, following his brother.
The young girl was brought down from the guts of the machine, and Donatello scanned her neck. Michelangelo carried the girl to her temporary room in order to sleep off the pain of her injuries.