Okay, because I'm going to be beyond busy for the next couple of months, doing what I do in the summer, I'm going to update now, and come back when I've got more time. There ya go... To all ... two people who care...

Right...

Rated T for:Violence, possible laungage. (In it's place, not anywhere else.)

Insperation: Brothers, Pain in the neck when they're around, and a pain in the heart when they're gone.

Thanks to: Pretender Fanatic, hope this lives up to your expectations. ( Or better yet, beyond.)

David Connrad sat stewing over his biggest problem. Lee had been caught, and that was a bad sign. His oldest brother was fast on his feet, and one of the greatest people at flying by the seat of his pants. Who else could squeeze by the foot so easily, and that many times? It was absurd. He had slipped out of their grip, so many times, David had been positive that he could do it again.

Apparently not this time. This time, Lee had taken too big of a risk.

David looked up as the door to his dorm room rattled. It stopped momentarily, then shook violently. David smiled to himself, the sheer irony of being a Collage kid was not totally lost on him.

"Yo, Dave!" A muffled voice called, desperately. "It's stuck man! Help a brother out, man!"

David pushed himself from his seat on the bed, with a groan. He had been sitting too long, his muscles were stiff, and sore.

'Last night's mission was a bigger success for them than I thought...' He grimaced. 'Gotta watch for that.'

He squared his shoulders, and approached the door.

"Give me a minute Chris." He called to his roommate on the other side of the door. "Maybe next year we'll get a nicer room."

"Highly doubt that." His roomy grumbled from the other side of the door.

He placed a large hand on the knob and jiggled it, hopping for a small click sound to tell him it was unlocked. Instead, the whole brass knob fell into his hand, with a loud 'thunk' from the rotting wood of the poorly kept door.

He stared at it stupidly for a moment before tossing it on his bed. He'd call the dean about that later, when he had time.

"Chris, you might want to stand back!" He shouted, stepping back from the door.

"What are you about to do?" His roommate asked, in exasperation, as the sound of scuffling feet met David's ear.

"Open the door." He replied simply, turning his body sideways. He hunched into a running stance, as he had seen Lee do so many times. With a strong push on his heals, he sprinted towards the door. He hit it full force, with his shoulder making a loud 'thud, as he' took the complete impact of the rush.

The door flung out, wood slightly splintered, with a heavy dent where David had rammed it.

Chris, a tall, lanky man stood off to one side, a little shocked, and surprised. His big brown eyes were wide with the shock of what his crazy roommate had just done. He shook his head, running a hand through his blond hair.

"Wow. Just, wow. Man, you've got mad skills." He glanced at the door. "Uh... But next time, let's just use the window."

David picked himself up and shrugged. "Can you call the dean in your spare time?"

Chris jerked, and let out a groan. "Aww, man! I was supposed to go talk to him today!"

David rubbed his shoulder, which was probably bruising at that very instant. "Great, here's your chance." He turned to his bed.

Chris followed him in. "Aww, com'n man, your not that cruel, are you? That guy hates me!"

David picked up the disembodied door knob, and tossed to Chris, who fumbled to catch it.

"Yeah, I am." He smiled at his roommate's flabbergasted expression. "You'd better go on. I've got an English assignment."

Chris's disbelief faded, and he nodded sympathetically. "Ouch. I gotcha, Professor Henry's a tough guy. I'm gone."

With that, the college student trotted off, closing the door behind him.

David collapsed onto the end of his bed with a heavy sigh. He ran a hand through his thick, curly brown hair, a bad habit he'd picked up from living with Chris.

'I've got to rest...' he thought, looking at the floor. 'Or Tonight's gonna be a doozy.' He touched his shoulder, involuntary, and growled. The flesh was already becoming tender. That was a bad sign. He wouldn't be able rely on it now. He silently cursed himself for his foolish action. It was going to cost him.

David rose from his seat again, closing the curtains over the one window in the tiny room. The whole room went black, as he reached up, and turned the lights off from the chain.

'If I don't get some rest,' He chastised himself. 'I won't be any help to Lee...Or Maria...'

On top of a tall building, a figure stood, unobserved by the rest of the world, as her calm, calculating blue eyes traced the world below her feet. She wore black from head to foot, the only color standing out were her icy eyes, and the bright red foot emblem she wore with pride. Even her short hair matched, black as the night air around her.

Another black figure dropped behind her, silent as a cat. The woman gave no notice of the second figure, entirely arrayed in black, aside from a sharp order;

"Report." She commanded authority mixed in with an Asian accent.

"He's worn down." The masked figure stated. "He was never as fast as Lee."

"Does he have it?" She asked, sharply.

The ninja winced, and shook his head, despite the fact that the woman was not looking at him.

"No."

The woman's eyes narrowed. "Wait." She stated. "We will keep him tired, and sloppy. He will lead us straight to our...Prize... Now go."

"Yes Mistress." The ninja bowed, and faded into the dark night.

"Well..." She smiled slightly, tilting her head, as her eyes slipped closed. "We may need their help..."

And that's short, but I like it best this way. Yes, yes, I know, turtles. Soon. Promise. Review. Please.