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Chapter 13
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"Okay fearless, what's the plan?"
Leonardo thought for a moment. "Not too many outside…" He trailed off deep in thought. He began again, "It could be heavily guarded inside. The longer we go without alerting them to our presence, the better. We're going to have to stealth this one entirely." Raphael sheathed his sais for the time being. "Keep your eyes on me, and wait for my signals."
"Place is pretty big." Raphael said, "How we gonna know where ta' look for 'em?"
The ghostly voice of Donatello echoed in his brain: …no… win… dows…
"Basement." Leonardo said, "We start in the basement." The conviction in his voice told Raphael that there was a reason, but Raph didn't want to waste any more time with explanations.
"One last thing," Leo pulled out his phone. "We might need some help getting out of here." Keeping the call brief, he quickly explained the situation to the person on the other line.
He snapped the phone shut and looked at Raphael, giving him a slight nod. Without a word, Raphael silently followed his older brother into the courtyard of the broken medical compound.
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They were in. Picking their way along the rafters, Leonardo and Raphael did not make a sound. They were in a high-ceilinged room; it looked like the front lobby of the facility. Leo stopped, motioning for Raphael to join him. They stayed there still for a moment, listening. When he was confident that the coast was clear, Leo started making his way to the floor, motioning again for Raphael to follow.
They reached the floor and paused, crouched in shadow. There were no enemies in sight. There didn't seem to be any lights on anywhere in the building and it looked like the electricity was off altogether. A fair amount of moonlight was entering the windows however, allowing quite a bit of visibility. Place looks deserted. Hope we're not on a wild goose chase, Leo thought.
There was a stairwell in the corner of the large room. The two older turtles made their way to it swiftly. Leo peered around the corner and looked downwards. Jackpot. There was light spilling in from below, they had to be on the right track.
Once he secured the area, he and Raphael made their way down. They came to a closed door with a small window in the top. White light spilled through it, blinding in the darkness.
Leo carefully peeked inside, and then quickly dropped to a crouched position underneath the window. He looked at Raphael, holding up two fingers. He pointed at himself and motioned, then pointed at Raph and motioned again. I'll take out the one on the left, you take the one on the right. Raphael nodded his understanding. Leonardo turned and quietly opened the door. Two sickening 'cracks' later, the bodies of two Foot soldiers hit the floor with their heads twisted like corks. The brothers quickly lifted the two bodies and dispensed them back in the stairwell, out of sight.
They were in a long hallway. This section of the building was painted white from floor to ceiling, and the electricity was most definitely on in this wing. The white paint actually reflected so much light it looked amplified here, effectively destroying any hope they had of staying hidden.
Leo looked at Raphael. This is gonna be tougher than I thought, he said with his were several doors along the hallway. No choice but to start at the beginning. Leo motioned at Raphael (follow me) and crept up to the first door.
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Can't help but wonder why they've decided to put us in here together now… Donatello kept the thought to himself, not wanting to upset Michelangelo any more. What were they planning?He didn't know, but he was getting a sinking feeling thinking about it.
Hours passed, and it seemed that the two youngest brothers had been all but forgotten by their enemy. Maybe they're just leaving us to die in here, thought Donatello. He sighed. Not very likely. He sat with his shell to the wall. Michelangelo had fallen asleep an hour ago, his head resting on Don's good shoulder.
When the door burst open a moment later, it snapped Mike awake. He and Donatello sat frozen in fear as guards spilled into the room. The guards did not make a move towards them, however, but instead stood rigid and anticipatory. Both of the brothers looked towards the door, each holding his breath.
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