(A/N: Sorry for the wait again guys. Seems I am far too easily distracted with shiny things and such that come with the fact I study. XD Now we finially have some action! And I have a six week break so then I'll be able to write more. :)

I'd like to thank Lilninjawolf for betaing for me again! I'd also like to thank everyone who reviewed. Much appreciated! =D)

Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles or make any money from writing stories about them. However I do make money by selling alcohol to complete strangers, smiling, nodding and all the while dreaming of turtles.)

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The large hall was dimly lit, draped with the Foot's symbol and collections of weapons hanging around the room and on racks. No one was in the hall and he had come from a side door, hidden by one of the giant hangings.

Raphael moved more into the room, his eyes landing on the throne. Stupid Shred-head.

Suddenly, an alarm went off and lights started to flash. Shit. They knew he was gone. Raphael moved towards the throne and went through a door at the back. Surely they wouldn't look for him in Karai's personal room, right?

As soon as he was in, he locked the door behind him. Probably wouldn't keep him safe considering he was in a building full of ninjas. But it was better than nothing. He paused there for a moment, taking some deep breathes, hoping a coughing fit wouldn't give him away. Once he was sure he would remain silent, he turned around and started to look for something that could help him get out of here.

Karai's bedroom was similar to the room he had been kept in. Japanese stuff decorating the place, an empty case for the shredder armour, and a large bed. Though there was another door. Could the ninjas get in that way? Shit. He'd better check it out just in case.

Raphael listened at the door he was currently at. As far as he could tell there was no one there, but ninjas knew how to be silent. After that, he went over to check the other door. It was unlocked. As quietly as he could, he opened it to reveal Karai's person dojo. Maybe he could at least grab himself a weapon then. Surely she kept her weapons close to her dojo?

He entered the room and closed the door behind him. There he spotted yet another door. Armoury? Please? He needed something before the Foot ninja army found him. He opened it and.. JACKPOT!

Finally, some luck! It was her armoury alright and it was plastered wall to wall with a range of weapons! However... what was his weapon? He had no idea. Shit. It had only just hit him that he didn't actually know how to use any of this. He felt the urge to hold something, to go down fighting. But he didn't have the faintest idea about any of the weapons before him. Their use, their name, what would be best, etc. Now there was too much choice. He went over to one wall that had a pair of swords on them. He went to grab them, but suddenly stopped. It didn't feel right. These weapons, they weren't meant for him to wield. Not because they were foot weapons but their specific weapon felt like someone else was meant to wield it. He sighed heavily, coughing a little because of it. This was not the time to confuse yourself!

Suddenly, on the back wall something caught his eye. Not weapons. Instead this wall held other equipment. Grappling hook, parachute, a strange looking steel backpack.. His eyes stopped on the backpack. He went over to it, curiosity taking over. He picked it up off the shelf. What was it? He pressed a button on the strap that would go around the chest.

It burst open! This sudden movement caused him to drop it and fall back in pure surprise, crying out in surprise as he fell. He landed on his shell, a rather uncomfortable position to be in. Slowly, he sat up and looked at it. Was it.. a glider? Raphael couldn't help but grin. Looks like he had his way down. He crawled over to it and pushed the button again, it suddenly retracted. Awesome!

Of course a parachute would have been just as good, but the glider would actually move him away from the tower, instead of just helping him get to the base if there were no good winds.

Now.. he had to get out of here. He quickly pulled the backpack on and strapped it to him. Moving quickly now, he left the armoury without looking at the weapons. He needed to get out and find a safe place to hide. Wherever that was.

He could hear it now, running. Very soft footsteps that many people might not hear. But he just knew the ninjas had found him. Without any hesitation he threw himself at the nearest window. It smashed as his weight collided with it and he started to fall. Fear gripped him. What the hell was he doing? He could be a pancake if this thing fails him! Too late now though...

Adrenaline was pumping through his system. Quickly, he pushed the button and the backpack burst open once more, a handle bar appearing in front of him. He instantly took hold of it as the wind caught the glider and lifted him back up again for a moment before it started to take him away from the tower.

He coughed and wheezed as the glider straps applied pressure to his chest and restricted his breathing slightly. But it didn't matter. He was out of there! A little discomfort and pain was a small price to pay.

Raphael looked around, enjoying his freedom. It was night time again. That was good. The night felt safe... He couldn't explain that. Just felt right.

Now.. Where should he go? He didn't know who was safe and who was not.. Even the turtles. Karai may have lied to him, but that didn't mean that he should trust them so quickly. Maybe if he could just find somewhere to rest til the next night. Hopefully by then he would have a better idea of what he should do..

Raphael was so deep in thought, he hadn't realized he had glided to the edge of the city and was heading for the harbour. Well.. not til it was too late anyway. He soared past the piers and boats towards the middle, he did his best to turn the damn thing, but he had no idea how to use this thing! Somehow, he managed to get it to start heading back to the city but not before reaching the water.

With a giant splash he hit the water, the glider floating with him for a moment before starting to drag him down to the waterbed. Raphael quickly started to undo the straps and discard the thing. But holding his breath was hurting his lungs. Before he could stop it, a cough fit started. Underwater of all places! Water rushed into his mouth, this only making him to try and cough more. Raphael quickly started to swim; more water getting in the longer it took.

Finally he broke the surface, coughing loudly trying to get the water out of him. He hadn't even noticed how close he had been to a pier before he automatically gripped the legs of it to keep him above water while he continued to have his coughing fit.