Chapter 9

Chapter Songs: Remember The Name - Fort Minor

Behind Closed Doors - Charlie Rich

Take a Bow - Muse

(I couldn't pick one that could represent the entire chapter ^^;;; )

Training with Splinter was quite a curve than what Miranda was use to. For years, Miranda's training with the Shredder was brutal and intense, many of her training sessions were rewarded with abuse for failing. Splinter's training was more patient. Most of his training for her was about meditation and controlling her rage and anger through balancing exercises, but he also taught her Shaolin techniques, he would show her the moves and she would imitate the moves until they became familiar to her. Whenever she had a leg or arm placement wrong, he never hit her with his stick or yelled at her; he just ordered her to stop and he would adjust her hands and leg and then tell her to continue. This went on for at least two weeks and in that time, the police began to take action to quell the rise of Wutang activities in New York, it wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

Splinter had also lifted his restriction on the boys to leave the lair and he allowed them to assist the police to quell the gang movement on the city territories, but what made a difference was Raphael's idea to convince the criminal underworld to fight back against the Wutang, his reason being, a lesser evil had to be countenanced for the greater good. It angered Miranda to know that criminals were running throughout he streets, but Splinter only told her to put down her anger and continue her training.

But not all of Miranda's time was spent on training, she returned to work after a few days since her near-death experience and managed to balance her time. She kept in contact with Charles who managed to send message through codes to Miranda so she could relay them to the Boys to check it out when she met with them. She had to be really careful since she couldn't leap on rooftops anymore for fear of the Wutang spies learning she was still alive and try to make a move on her and her friends. In her mind, there were two important things in her life right now; help New York as Miss Meija in the day time and at night, learn the art of Shaolin and Wutang Style from Splinter. Her time with Splinter was good, Splinter began to let go of his distrust of Miranda and began to address her as Miranda-san. After the two weeks of just learning the movements of Shaolin, Splinter allowed practice spars with the other boys who stayed in the lair while the others were out. Mostly, Michelangelo was her sparring partner, much to his regret as Miranda would always manage to flip him on his back, eventually Raphael began to take Michelangelo's place, proving to be more of a match for her. She liked fighting with him, but she could never get a moment alone with Raphael with how busy she was with Splinter's training and Raphael's activities to push back the Wutang Clan.

Nearing the end of the month, the Wutang had managed to be kept at bounds by a combination of the police and criminal underworld and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Miranda's training under Splinter was going incredibly well as Miranda found herself adept at Shaolin's art of using the opponent's energy and attack against them to throw Michelangelo on her back or deflect any practice blows from Raphael. She was making real good progress, it even impressed Splinter as today, they sparred with one another and Miranda not only managed to deflect his attacks from his walking stick, but she felt remarkably calm. Keeping calm was difficult at first since she had been trained all her life to strike first and be the last one to hold a sword in her hand. Splinter's imposed mediation rules were to help her focus her energy to be more passive like the Shaolin monks who used their techniques for defense. That was tricky, but Miranda soon got the hang of it.

As they sparred, Splinter surprised Miranda by tripping her as she fell on her back. Splinter nonetheless clapped at her effort.

"Very good, Miranda-san, you are improving."

"Yeah…but I still fell on th' floor." Miranda said through her panting as she looked up at him.

"Yes, you may be on the floor, but now you know where not to step so the next time, I would be on the floor instead of you." Splinter said calmly as he offered his hand to Miranda to held her stand up. "I feel my old bones are not as strong as they use to be, you may retire early for the night."

"If ya'd like, I could bring Raph in and we could spar-" Miranda suggested before Splinter gently patted her arm.

"It's quite all right Miranda-san. Sleep is good and you have been putting many late nights into these sessions, I would suggest a good night sleep to keep what you've learned fresh." Splinter said wisely, Miranda didn't argue.

"Of course, Splinter-sensai…" Miranda said, giving a slight bow to Splinter as he gave a warm grin and made his way to his room to rest as Miranda walked over to the table she left her water bottle and sweat towel as she wiped the sweat on her forehead and the back of her neck. She looked in a mirror and saw herself wearing her short number 13 tee-top, exposing her mid-drift and the tattoos she had acquired on her arms a long time ago, her boy shorts would be seen as sexualized for any ignorant perv, but they gave Miranda more flexibility to move her legs for kicks. Splinter complained at first, but he didn't complain when she showed results

At the sides of her torso, scars peaked around from her back to show the damage training under the Shredder had done to her over the years. She looked down at her right hand while unfastening the wrappings around her hand as she looked at her knuckles. They had healed very well since her desperate bid for freedom by breaking out of her coffin, but the scars were there, somewhat reddish-white marks on her knuckles to indicate where her flesh had been torn at. She squeezed her hand as she looked back at herself in the mirror, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, trying to ease her mind and not dwell on that horrible memory.

"Breathe, relax, be at peace…" Miranda said to herself, immediately, her rage soothed as she eased her hand and applied the wrappings around her hand again before she too her regular night clothing and went behind a closed off section of the room to change out of her training gear.

Once she had done that, she left the training room and made her way to the lair's exit, going up the ladder. She had reached the top when she found Raphael was already up there working on her motorbike.

"Hey Raph." Miranda said, Raphael looked up at her and waved before he looked back at the bike and swore.

"Fuck…the accelerator's shot Mira…" Raphael said frustratingly.

"I thought there was somethin' up with this thing." Miranda said in an annoyed tone as she looked over Raphael's shoulder to look at the bike. "Damn, I'll have t' get a new one."

"Too bad mechanics don't open this late at night." Raphael said, shifting as he stood up with Miranda, looking over at her. "Hey…look…about what I said to you a month ago…"

"Water under th' bridge Raph, you were angry, I was angry. We didn't mean what we said." Miranda said.

"I know…but…I still can't help but feel so awful for even saying those things…" Raphael said, putting a hand on the back of his neck, Miranda held back a giggle at his modesty.

"Raph, ya don't have t' apologize, I should be the one apologizin' t' you." Miranda said. Raphael put down his hand and chuckles lightly.

"Hey, I was the one who tried to suggest you were doing it with that business exec, I should be apologizing." Miranda began to chuckle at this conversation.

"Well, it seems we both feel th' need to apologize t' one another but we can't agree who should go first."

"Yeah…I think i got an idea how to settle this." Raphael grinned as he exited the garage and leapt up to the roof. Miranda closed the garage behind her as she followed him up the roof, she missed being on the rooftops like this, the night air blowing through her hair as she looked over the city lights of New York. God, she missed this.

"How about a race to see who gets to apologize first?" Raphael said with a grin.

"But…but what if th' Wutang Clan sees us?" Miranda said.

"The police and the gangs are dealing with them, they barely come around this side of town anyway." Raphael said, Miranda was about to argue against this but she decided, 'eh, it's time spent with her friend, let's not waste it.'

"All right…yer on. Where's the finish line?" Miranda said with a grin.

"Huh…um…how about Central Park?" Raphael said.

"Nah, that's not much of a race. I know, the rooftop to my apartment." Miranda said.

"Ooh, now that is a race." Raphael said with a grin. "On the count of three, we'll go and the first one there, the loser has to accept their apology. Got it?"

"Yer on." Miranda said, putting his hand in his and shaking it on the bet as they both took their places.

"Okay, 1-" Raphael began to say before Miranda interrupted.

"3!" Miranda called out as she leapt to the next rooftop. Raphael quickly caught on as he also leapt to the next rooftop.

"Hey! No fair! I didn't count to 2!" Raphael called out as he tried to catch up.

"Yer too slow at countin', why don't ya take a nap, I'll be more than willin' to accept your apology!" Miranda said as she flipped over a chimney and slid down a skylight to leap over to a fire escape.

"Ha! Don't forget who won the race in that fairy tale!" Raphael called out as he leapt over the chimney and made it to the top of the fire escape to get ahead of Miranda.

Raphael and Miranda constantly kept passing one another through elaborate stunts a flips and jumps, playfully taunting one another as they did until Raphael had passed by Miranda and let over the street and nearly missed the ledge to Miranda's apartment building before he eventually steadied his balance and ran to the center, raising his arms in the air in victory.

"Whoo! All right! I'm number 1! The tortoise beats the hare again, baby!" Raphael called out excited as he looked back expecting Miranda but he didn't see her. "Miranda?" He became concerned as he looked over the edge and, to his surprise, Miranda was coming up right at him. While Raphael had made the leap across, Miranda had dropped down to grab the light pole below and swing around it to build up her momentum and reach the top in case raphael grabbed the edge with his hands and struggled to climb up. She didn't expect that he would be in her way as she landed right on him, forcing both of them to fall back as they all caught a moment to breathe after that shock.

"Woah, I thought you got left behind…" Raphael said, panting from shock.

"And I thought you were gonna hold onto th' edge an' climb up." Miranda said, her heart trying to slide back down her throat. Eventually, it finally took them a few seconds for the both of them to realize that Miranda was on top of Raphael in a very compromising position. This cause both of them to break into laughter as they looked at each other laughing at this accident. Miranda, without thinking, leaned over and kissed Raphael's forehead before leaning back to keep laughing with Raphael. Raphael was stunned by this as his laughter began to die down a bit. Without warning, he then leaned up and kissed Miranda's cheek, causing her laughter to die down as well as he leaned back. Eventually, both their laughter died down as they both stared at each other in silence.

Then, without warning, they closed the gap between their faces and their lips locked. Their minds went completely blank, reason was abandoned as their lips were interlocked between one another. Raphael's hands moved to Miranda's back as he rubbed her back. Miranda closed her eyes her hand moved up to his cheeks as she kissed him tenderly, the sounds of the night life was all that could be heard. After what felt like five minutes, Miranda shuddered as she broke the kiss and looked at Raphael's face, his cheeks felt warm from the reddish hue that appeared on his cheeks, his cheeks weren't the only ones that were warm. Miranda blinked as she took her hands off him.

"Ahem*…it's kinda cold up here…ya wanna go inside?" Miranda said quietly. Raphael took his hands off her and allowed Miranda to get off him as he stood up.

"Y-Yeah…yeah let's…" Raphael said awkwardly. Miranda went over to the edge as she lowered herself down to open the window, Raphael followed behind as he closed the window. They were silent for a moment as they stood in the living room, this level of awkward silence between them, Raphael rubbed the back of his head as he tried to find the words to break the silence.

"I…I'm sorry…" Raphael said, Miranda turned around to face him. "for saying those things before…and for…well, what happened on the roof-" Miranda stepped towards Raphael as she put her arms around him and hugged him close to her.

"Raph…jus' do me a favor…shut up and hold me…" Miranda said softly as she then looked up to Raphael and kissed him again lovingly. He didn't argue as put his arms around her body and returned her kiss. He didn't even pay attention when she slowly took his mask off and tossed it to the ground, but he did pay attention when she loosened her arms and slid the jacket off her body and let it fall to the ground.

Eventually, their actions moved to the bedroom where the real passion came out in full force.

That night, Miranda lost her virginity.

Did it hurt? Yes, at first.

Were they safe? Yes, though Raphael had to improvise with a plastic bag for protection. Well, okay, two plastic bags, better safe than sorry.

Did they enjoy it? Oh hell yes.

If you were to ask Miranda what was one of the best moments of her life years from now, she would have said reuniting with her family and losing her virginity to a turtle.

And she never apologized for it.

Miranda awoke to the sound of her alarm clock as she drowsily reached up and hit the snooze button on it. She yawned as she sat up, the covers covering her chest as she rubbed her eyes and situated herself. She noticed she wasn't wearing any clothes, not even her underwear. She then heard breathing as she looked to her side and saw Raphael sleeping on his side. Eventually, her memory of last night's eventually finally kicked in her tired mind as she smiled from last night's events. All the huffing and breathing, the sounds of the bed creaking, her hands entangled in his, if this was what she was missing, she would have brought him to bed a long time ago.

She snapped out of her sexual fantasy as she got out of bed, she felt sore in between her legs, so she took her steps a little easy, perhaps a shower would help ease the soreness.

"Nnh…where are you going?" she heard Raphael say sleepily. She turned around as she saw him look at her, his eyes half-open. She smiles as she walked back to him, her clothes for today in her hand as she leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"I have t' go t' work Raph. Sorry I can't stay an' snuggle longer, but some of us have t' pay t' live in our homes." Miranda said softly to her turtle lover.

"Will I see you again tonight?" Raphael said, looking up at her.

"Of course Raph. There's juice in th' fridge an' a granola bar in th' top cabinet. Now go back t' sleep, I have t' get goin' fer work." Miranda said, while putting a had to Raphael's cheek and giving it a soft rub. She lifted her hand from his cheek as she made her way to the bathroom to get herself ready for work.

"You slept with him?!" Alison said exasperated.

"Keep yer voice down sis, not everyone in th' office needs t' know." Miranda said while sorting through papers in her office.

"Look, I'm glad you finally popped your cherry and all that, but, but with a turtle?!" Alison said in shock.

"We just really clicked together. We were jus' racin' and near th' finish line, we landed on top of one'a 'nother. One thing led to another and, well, that's that. End of story." Miranda said defensively and embarrassingly. Alison stayed quiet before he walked over to Miranda and lowered her head close to Miranda's.

"Were you safe?"

"Yes. Though we did have to improvise with some plastic bags." Alison's eyes rose in surprise.

"Woah…was he good?"

"Alison! What kind'a question is that?" Miranda said surprised that Alison would even ask that.

"Hey, Brian treats me right, but he's so boring under the sheets-"

"Agh! TMI, sis! TMI!" Miranda said covering her ears, Alison laughed.

"TMI?" Herbert asked as he poked his head in, surprising Miranda and Alison.

"Uh…it's short for too much information…" Miranda said.

"I would think having enough information would be a good thing. How are those Zellman reports coming Miranda?" Herbert said.

"I got them right here boss." Miranda said, putting the last paper into a folder and holding it up to show Herbert.

"Excellent. Sick for a few days and you're already back on top. By the way, what was this 'tmi' thing about?" Herbert asked, Alison and Miranda looked at each other embarrassed.

"It's…kinda personal boss…" Miranda said with a faint blush on her cheeks.

"like, in the bedroom with a guy personal…" Alison finished off Miranda's question, immediately, Herbert finally got it.

"Say no more. I didn't know you were dating Miranda."

"I…I wasn't…he was a good friend for a long time…but one thing led to another and-" Miranda began before Herbert waved his hand off.

"I don't need to hear that part. Just keep up the good work." Herbert finally left the office room as Alison looked to Miranda and chuckled.

"He looked like he would have fainted to hear what happened." Alison giggled.

"And he's not th' only one who doesn't need t' know what happened either, ya don't need t' know all th' dirty details." Miranda said while organizing more papers.

"Come on sis, at least tell me what it was like?" Alison teasingly pleaded.

"…It was rough, I still hurt like fuckin' hell down there, that shell pressed up against me felt constrictive…" Miranda stayed silent for a moment before she finally looked up at Alison with a faint blush on her cheeks. "And it was exciting and sexy as hell…" Miranda and Alison giggled to one another, Alison placed a hand on Miranda's shoulder.

"Congratulations." Alison said in a respecting tone.

"Th- Thanks sis…" Miranda said softly to her foster sister.

Miranda stepped out of the cab a block away from the hidden lair as she carried a box carrying the replacement accelerator for her motorbike, thankfully the cab driver didn't really speak English, not like he could tell anyone about a woman stopping in a rather seedy part of town or could understand him. Miranda wore casual street clothes when she wasn't fighting off crime or at work; blue jeans, a dark tank top and blazer jacket. Her night life clothes she carried in a gym back hanging over her shoulder. The soreness she had from last night had finally subsided later in the day, she was thankful that Raphael was at least gentle last night at not so rough or she might have had to call in today to rest her legs.

She walked through the streets until she approached the hidden garage for the boys. She reached behind a brick and pushed on it to open the door as she stepped in and flicked on the lights to reveal other vehicles, including her motorbike. She saw Donatello messing around with the van as he looked up and waved to Miranda.

"Hey Miranda. What you got there?"

"Accelerator fer my bike. Th' old one was shot."

"Ah, leave it on the table and I'll install it for you." Donatello said.

"Thanks Donnie, yer a great pal."

"You seem cheerier than usual, good day?"

"Somethin' like that Donnie." Miranda said, hiding a faint blush. It was true, she had been feeling very cheery today. She had read that this was a common feeling after sex, she hadn't heard from Raphael all day and she felt the need to talk to him about last night, she needed to know about his reaction to the events that happened last night.

"You wanna tell me about it?" Donatello said as he owed his head back out from under the Turtle van.

"Uh…maybe later. Splinter waitin' fer me?" Miranda replied.

"Yeah. He suggested we all take the night off from fighting, fine by me, I needed time to get this thing fixed."

"Good luck wit' that Donnie." Miranda said as she placed her replacement accelerator on the table in it's box and made her way down the ladder to the lair as she immediately saw Raphael horse-playing with Michelangelo. She gave a grin seeing the two, some things never change.

Raphael looked up and saw Miranda, he immediately dropped his attention as Michelangelo slipped out of Raphael's grip and flipped Raphael on his chest as Michelangelo pinned on Raphael's left arm and held it behind him.

"AGH! Knock it off Mikey!" Raphael called out struggling to get out of Michelangelo's hold, Miranda just giggled as she walked over to the two.

"What's th' matter Raph, can't even get your good arm out from yer brother?" Miranda said teasingly.

"Shut up! I would have had him if ya didn't- YAGH! Not so hard Mikey!" Raphael called out.

"Say the magic word Raph." Michelangelo said while pulling back on Raphael's arm.

"Argh! Uncle! Uncle! Uncle!" Raphael yelled out while his other hand was slamming on the ground. Michelangelo finally released Raphael's arm as Mikey playfully jogged in place while raising his arms in celebration.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Cowabunga baby! Who's number 1 badass? I'm number 1 badass! Who-" Michelangelo called on joyfully before Miranda surprised him by grabbing his arm and flipping him over her body and landing him on his back.

"Cowabunga? Geez, what urban dictionary did ya pick up that one from?" Miranda said with a giggle as he placed her foot on Michelangelo's shell. Raphael chuckled as he picked himself up and walked over to help pick Michelangelo up as he gave a brother nudge in the shoulder.

"Celebrate it while you can, next time, you'll be hollering 'Uncle,' bro." Raphael said giving his brother a friendly shoulder pat before sending Michelangelo off. Miranda smiled at this bit of family behavior. Seeing family love like this, whether she was on or off work, always lifted Miranda's spirits to know people weren't completely heartless. Raphael then turned and looked at Miranda an uncomfortable silence fell between them.

"Hey…" Raphael finally said.

"Raph, I know what's on yer mind and I just want you t' know." Miranda said before she moved up to Raphael and hugged him, resting her head on his shell. "I don't regret'a single moment of it…" Raphael placed his hands on her shoulders as he looked in her eyes.

"I just…I just didn't want you to think that what happened wasn't special…what we did meant so much to me Mira…" Raphael said softly to Miranda, Miranda blushed. "I just want you to know that I think you're an amazing woman that always impresses me no matter what you do…I lo-" Miranda put a finger on his mouth as she gave a grin.

"Ya had me at 'hey,' big boy…" Miranda said softly as Raphael smiled. Miranda lowered her finger as she and Raphael gently rested their foreheads together as they held one another for a moment before they heard someone coming and they calmly composed themselves.

"Maybe we should pick a better time t' tell th' others…" Miranda said.

"Does this mean-?" Raphael began to ask as Miranda answer for him.

"We'll talk later 'bout labels…but my answer fer you is yes…" Miranda said as she gave a confirming kiss on Raphael's cheek and leaning back just as Leonardo arrived.

"Miranda, you said you had lost your turtle phone, right?" Leonardo said to her.

"Yeah, th' Wutang took it when they kidnapped me. Why?"

"You might want to come with me to hear this…" Leonardo said, he seemed a little worried, Miranda and Raphael followed as they walked over to Donatello's computer monitors. Donatello was plugging in some cords here, some cords there while Michelangelo stared at Donatello plugging in this and that.

"Donnie, what's th' problem?" Miranda asked.

"Someone called us…using a land line. I'm trying to rewire cords and wires so they can't trace us." Donatello said concerned. "I still have the guy on hold."

"Put him on speaker…" Leonardo said. Donatello plugged the phone into the speakers. "Sorry for the wait sir, how can we help you?"

"Yes, There wouldn't happen to be a Miranda Meija there, would it?" the man on the phone said, Miranda immediately recognized the voice.

"Mr. Hughes?" Miranda said to the speakers.

"Ah, there you are Miranda." Charles said through the speakers. "I assume the other voices I heard are your friends, correct?"

"Yeah, how'd you get this number?" Raphael said defensively.

"That's where I have to be the bearer of bad news: The Wutang Clan made this call…they know about me and all of you." Charles voice said as then the sound of his chair being pushed away could be heard.

"I wouldn't have believed it myself until I heard your little voice again." Another voice came throughout he speakers, a shiver went down Miranda's spine in recognition.

"Th' Old Dirty Bastard…" Miranda said under her breath.

"Glad you remember me, hot stuff…" Miranda groaned at hearing that, "we heard from one of our very loyal Killer Bees that someone was leaking private information, I just didn't think it would have been our 'dear friend' Charles Hughes and after all the good work you did for us…"

"I hardly call your work rewarding for me and my company when you turn in a very little profit…" Charles said in a rather angry but monotone voice, the sound of a smack could be heard as Miranda heard other voices, one voice she immediately recognized.

"Wesley, you traitor. Ya turned in yer own boss?"

"Mr. Hughes is insignificant to the Wutang Clan. They are my masters…" Wesley's voice heard through the speakers. Miranda tightened her fist into her hand.

"Miranda…" Raphael said softly to Miranda.

"Ya cowards! If I wuz there, ya all would be shittin' your pants like blood!" Miranda yelled at them, what she hated was that she was unable to do anything to stop them from hurting someone she had finally grown to trust, she hated feeling useless while hearing someone unable to defend themselves.

"An interesting offer…I have a better one, why don't your friends surrender, you come down to the office so you and I can get better…acquainted." the voice of the Old Dirty Bastard spoke, Miranda grimaced at this.

"You filthy scumbag! I'd like to see you talk that way in front of her instead of hiding behind a phone!" Raphael yelled out at the speakers. Miranda looked at Raphael sticking up for her, she gave a smile for Raphael chivalry.

"Says the cowards hiding from us! We'll give you a half hour to agree to our demands or your important boss man will be a head shorter. heh heh heh…"

"You son of a bitch…you really are an old dirty bastard…" Leonardo said appalled, this won only the sounds of laughter from the speakers of the other Killer Bees on the other line.

"Tell me, if you kill me, how do you intend to continue to use my company to fund your illegal actions?" Charles' voice come through on the phone.

"Well, 'boss,' I broke through your encrypted files and I know your bank accounts. If Miranda refuses to come and we kill you, the numbers are ours and so is your company." Wesley's voice replied on the phone.

"Not like it'd matter, by tomorrow, the Wutang will strike against Wall Street, once we cut off America's flow of money, they'll have to agree to our demands and then, we move out and remove the seat of power and Master Rizza will crown himself king of this 'New World.'" The Old Dirty Bastard called out in glee, Miranda was so angry.

"Miranda, please, don't go, they're baiting you…" Leonardo said to Miranda.

"Yes…and it's working…I can't sit around while they hold a sword up to Mr. Hughes-" Miranda began to say before Charles' voice came through the phone.

"Miranda…36 Constant Horrors Amaze My Brain Entering Real Society…" Charles voice came through the speakers as Miranda looked back in confusion.

"What?"

"I'm Name-dropping, Cannibal Hosts Inside Narcotics Anonymous Together Or Without Nirvana…" Charles continued.

"What the hell is he saying?" Raphael said confused, Miranda ignored him and paid attention.

"Don't Out Yourself Entirely, Remain Strong, Save The Radical Earth….Except Tibet…do you understand Miranda?"

"You pig!" The Old Dirty Bastard yelled out as Miranda heard another loud slap to flesh, "how dare you use Vital information against us, for that, you're gonna die!"

"I may not be the one to stop the Wutang Clan…but I know somebody that will very soon…" Charles said calmly, Miranda could tell that he wasn't talking to the Old Dirty Bastard, but he was addressing her. "Tell me, you Old Dirty Bastard…do you like chess?"

"What?" The Old Dirty Bastard questioned.

"Let me tell you something…A game of chess is like a sword fight…" Charles said calmly, but Miranda could hear intent in his voice over the phone.

"Is that a button?" She heard a Killer Bee speak over the phone, Miranda's eyes shot open with realization.

"You must think first, before you move…" Charles finished, the sound of an explosion and the dial tone disconnect followed by a slight rumble in the Lair told all what had happened.

"He…he didn't…" Leonardo said with surprise on his face.

"He did Leo…" Miranda said with shock in her voice, she walked over to a table and rested her hands on the table and looked down; once again, she failed to save another friend…

"He did what?" Michelangelo said confused.

"He blew himself up along with the Old Dirty Bastard…" Raphael said, finally putting the pieces together.

"Guess that means we're the ones having to make the collect call." Donatello tried to joke, nobody laughed.

"Donnie…shut the fuck up…" Raphael said as he walked over to Miranda and placed a hand on her shoulder. She didn't cry or form tears, she just gave a moment of silence for her fallen friend.

"Now what? There's no way we could stop them from taking over Wall Street tomorrow." Michelangelo said.

"Yes there is…" Miranda finally said, she took her hands off the table, raised her head as she turned, Raphael's hand sliding off her shoulder as she turned and faced the others, "We go after th' Wutang Clan on their home ground…"

"What?!" Leonardo said surprised.

"Miranda, I know you're upset, but think about this for a minute…we don't know where the Wutang Clan is-" Raphael tried to say to Miranda to try and at least get her to think logically, Miranda cut him off as she looked back at him.

"Yes we do…th' 36th Chambers…" Miranda said intently.

"But we don't know where that is! I've tried searching all the search engines, we don't know where the 36th Chambers is." Donatello said, Miranda looked back at all of them.

"Yes we do…Mr. Hughes told us with his dyin' words…Doyers Street, Chinatown…" Miranda said sternly and with determination.