Sorry it took so long again. My laptop is still not back from the laptop doctor :'( I don't get a lot of chances to get behind this computer, at least, not for long =_=;

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this next chapter. ^^


April hung on tight to her seat as the Turtle Van was racing over the road.

"Michelangelo," she said, "if you keep it up like this, you'll have us killed before we get the chance to find her! Please, slow down!"

"Sorry, April," said Michelangelo. "Leader's instructions."

A short yelp escaped April's lungs as Michelangelo turned sharply to the right.

"I just hope you'll fix the seat belts someday soon!" she said, her heart pounding.

"Yeah, I keep writing notes about it, but for some reason, we keep forgetting," said Raphael, pointing at the dozens of small notes sticking on the back of the front seats.

"… We're done for," mumbled April.

"Anything yet, Donatello?" asked Leonardo.

"No, nothing," said Donatello. He was starting to lose hope. He stared at the radar; not even the faintest signal was showing. "What if she's not here? What if they got her out of town?"

"Then we'll just have to keep looking," said Leonardo. "Wherever they're taking her, we'll find her."

"Wait, look!" said Donatello. Leonardo looked at the screen. He didn't see anything special.

"What?" he asked. "I don't see anything…" Then, in just a flash, he saw a small red dot appear on the screen.

"Did you see that?!" asked Donatello. "That must be Naomi's cell phone! It's faint, but the signal's there!"

"Where to, Donatello?" asked Michelangelo from behind the wheel.

"Go left here, Michelangelo," said Donatello, his eyes focussed on the radar. He heard another scream from April.

"Oohh… I'm gonna be sick," she said, holding her hand in front of her mouth.

"You'd think you would've been used to it by now," said Raphael.

"This is something I have to get used to?!" asked April.

"To the right!" instructed Donatello. "She should be somewhere about…" He looked from the radar to the road ahead of them. "There! That big, black building over there!"

Michelangelo slowed down and found the perfect alley to hide the Turtle Van. Everyone got out, including April, whose legs were trembling.

"Gee, April," said Raphael. "You ok? Ya look a little green."

"Thanks," said April. "Now my look matches yours."

"April," said Leonardo. "Do you happen to know what that building's supposed to be?"

April looked around the corner and stared at the building.

"No way…" she whispered.

"What?" asked Leonardo.

"That symbol above the door," said April. "It's the Golden Wing!"

"Golden what now?" asked Raphael.

"I've read about them in a colleague's notes a few years ago," said April. "He threw them away, because his research was on a dead end."

"Ok, but… who are they?" asked Donatello.

"The Golden Wing is one of the most sadistic mobs in the world," explained April. "They made most of their money out of human trafficking."

"Human trafficking? What's that?" asked Michelangelo.

"Human trafficking means that they capture people, mostly women, and make money out of them by making them… do stuff," said Donatello, making a painful face.

"And by 'stuff' you mean…?" asked Michelangelo. But when he saw his brother's face, he understood immediately. "Oh."

"Oh no…" whispered Raphael. "You don't think that… they kidnapped Naomi for…" He swallowed the rest of the sentence.

Everyone looked at him, already knowing what he was saying.

"S-stop thinking like that," said Leonardo. "We'll get her back. April, what else do you know?"

"Not much," said April. "I do know that this building is run by a guy named Alexio Greco. He was once almost caught by the Greek police, because he was guilty of human trafficking there. One woman managed to free 52 young women who were trapped in his business. But he had already fled out of the country before the Greek police could get their hands on him. Here, we are not entitled to arrest him. My colleague wrote a concept of an article on this, but his request to go further into it was denied. This is the mob we're talking about. If they saw the item on TV, we wouldn't get away with it."

"I can imagine that," said Donatello.

Leonardo looked around the corner again. "There's too many guards to sneak in unnoticed," he said.

April took another look at the building. There were six guards at the main entrance. The left side of the building was guarded by only four men.

"I have an idea," said April.

******

Naomi was alone in the torture chamber. She looked around. The painful looking instruments, the knifes, the spiked chair, something that looked like a cross with chains attached to it and the walls full of leash-like chords were creeping her out. The smell was also unbearable. She could even see some traces of blood on the walls and on some of the torture equipment.

These guys are sick. I've gotta get outta here before he comes back.

She looked at what was left of her cell phone on the floor and immediately thought of the Turtles.

Please, guys. Find me. Help me.

******

One of the six guards made a subtle gesture towards the five figures approaching them, making the other guards keep their guard up. One of the approaching figures was a woman, about in her mid-thirties, and four strange looking men wearing the same suits as the guards were. One was bald, one was wearing glasses and has a strangely shaped nose, one had blond, messy hair and the fourth man was wearing sunglasses.

"What're you doing out here?" asked one of the guards.

"Mr. Greco has somethin' ta deal wit' dis woman," answered the bald man. "Don't worry, no one followed us."

Two guards were looking in suspicion. "I've never seen you guys before," said one of them.

"We just got here from… Italy," answered the man with the sunglasses.

"Really?" asked a black-haired guard. "Why are you wearing sunglasses? It's the middle of the night."

"Trust me, you really don't wanna see this scar on my face," answered the man.

The guard glared at him before taking a step back. "Get in before anyone sees you," he said.

The four men and the woman entered the building. Three of the guards stared after them until they got out of their sight.

When they turned around a corner into an empty corridor, they stopped.

"Close one," sighed Michelangelo in relief. "This mask is itching."

"Leave it on for a little longer," whispered Leonardo, looking over his sunglasses. "Until we know where to be."

"And how do we find out?" asked Raphael.

"The next person we meet will tell us," said Leonardo. He turned to April. "April, you, Raphael and Michelangelo are gonna explore this floor and the basement. Donatello and I will take the next floor. If you find anything, call us."

"Roger," said Raphael, nodding. "Let's go."

As the three walked on as casually as possible, Leonardo and Donatello headed for the elevator. They waited for the old-fashioned "Ping" before the doors opened. There was an older man inside. By the look in his eyes, Leonardo and Donatello could tell that he wasn't here in his own free will.

"Excuse me," said Leonardo, "could you tell me where we can find Mr. Greco? Is he in his office?"

"M-mister Greco?" asked the man, his voice nervous and a bit shaky. "How… how come you didn't ask the receptionist? I-I don't know where he is…"

Leonardo could tell that the man was lying. "It's ok," he said gently, "As soon as we're out of the elevator, we'll forget that we ever met you. He won't find out."

The man hesitated, looking at his reflection in the sunglasses Leonardo was wearing.

"Please, sir," tried Donatello. "We have an urgent matter with him."

The man looked at him, into Donatello's begging, yet reassuring eyes.

"I… I-I don't think you can see him now," said the man. "He has some… private matters to take care of." He shivered.

The elevator doors opened and Donatello and Leonardo stepped out.

"Thanks anyway," said Leonardo.

The man, staying in the elevator, kept staring at them while the doors closed again. Leonardo turned around and started towards the corridor. But Donatello put his hand between the elevator doors just before they were closed, and they opened again. Leonardo turned around, his eyes widened.

"You have to tell us where he is," said Donatello desperately to the man.

Leonardo grabbed Donatello's wrist, trying to drag his hand from the elevator door, but Donatello shook it off.

"Calm down," said Leonardo firmly. He looked around to see if no one was around.

"No," said Donatello. He looked back at the older man, who was clearly startled. "We have to find him now. Every second is a waste of time. If you tell us, then I promise we'll end him. He's scaring you. We will make sure he'll never scare anyone again."

"Oh no…" said the man breathless. "You're… you're… murderers...?"

"No, I meant we'll get him locked up," said Donatello. "Come on, please tell me where he is."

"He's… he's in the basement," said the man, tears filling his eyes. "In the… torture chamber."

Both Leonardo's and Donatello's eyes widened. The looked at each other, clearly thinking the same.

"I'm begging you," whispered the old man, shaking heavily. "I can't live on like this…"

"We'll stop him," said Leonardo. He looked at Donatello. "Let's go."


*Interrupts*... Sorry, this chapter was getting too long. I'm planning for the next one to be done by the end of the weekend, but I won't make any promises.

P.S. I'm going to make some drawings on Naomi: what I'm imagining her to look like. I'll put a link in one of the next chapters as soon as I've submitted it on deviantArt. Anyone who would like that? (A)

As they say in the Netherlands: Bye bye! ^^