Donatello never imagined that he would be grateful for something as mind-numbingly boring as browsing through electronic invoices. After the text from Greg that had confirmed the flashdrive was in position, the turtle had swapped out the tablet for his regular laptop. The computer was set up on the tray in front of him because of its cumbersome weight, but it still felt like returning to an old friend.

The flashdrive with which he'd equipped Greg possessed a program that operated like a worm, which Donny could use to get the inside access to the Courier Company's network. After finding his bearings within the system, he immediately began combing through invoices that were marked for the day in question.

So far, nothing had stood out to him. The purple-masked turtle had already scanned through dozens of invoices from the day of the delivery, but found nothing that indicated either a package involving a cell phone, or a drop at the FBI Field Office. When skimming didn't reveal anything pertinent, he began reading the reports more closely.

I wonder if they could have convinced the Company to make the delivery off the books. But it seems like that would raise a lot of suspicion, and the Akiudo wouldn't want the attention. Maybe they contacted one of the drivers independently, and offered them the side job for a payout. That seems like the most secure scenario for them to remain invisible. I hope they didn't do it, he thought ruefully.

Well…no one said they had to set it up the day it went out either. It could have been prepared in advance. It makes more sense for me to take a look back before I give up any hope of finding information.

Luke had hovered nearby in the Lab for a while, until Donatello diplomatically sent him away. He wasn't in the habit of asking people to leave the room, but he had work to do, and he needed to concentrate.

Tuesday proved to have had a more heavily scheduled workload than the Wednesday he'd been investigating, and the turtle immediately felt a little bogged down. He pushed through it, skimming page after page until the text was starting to become blurry. That was when he decided that it was time to stop reading for a few minutes.

Donatello groaned inwardly. What I wouldn't give for some caffeine. I wonder if that's something they could set up through the IV line, he thought impishly. Then Doc could really accuse me of being a coffee junkie.

He started to reach for the remote that would summon someone to the room, but then took his hand off the button. No, if I call somebody now, Doc is going to make me quit entirely for a couple of hours. I don't want to give in. I just need to rest my eyes for a bit.

Don actually felt like he was close to nodding off, when a sound from the door made his head jerk to attention. The guilty look he received from the red-masked turtle indicated that Raphael knew he'd disturbed him. Donny waved at him, motioning his brother to come further into the room.

"I don't need to be here, Genius," Raphael said. "You ought to be resting."

He shook his head, and pointed at the other tablet for Raphael to pick it up. Donatello closed the lid of his laptop, and hit the button to bring his tablet back online.

"Hey, Raph. I wasn't trying to sleep – I've just been reading a lot of text, and I was giving my eyes a break."

His brother looked concerned for a moment, but was quick to try and hide it. "That makes sense. You gotta take breaks when you need them, Bro."

"I am. Have you heard anything from Brandon?"

Raphael heaved a sigh. "He's not too happy, Donny. It's been raining pretty hard up there. He's trying to stay calm, but it's freaking him out at the same time."

Donatello nodded. "I've heard about that type of aversion existing for someone who's been waterboarded. There are more triggers than you think, and none of them have to be rational. Brandon knows deep down that the rain won't hurt him, but he can't control his psychological reaction to it."

"I don't think he's gonna be able to leave the city, Don," Raphael said. "He's already telling me he wants to come back underground. Now me personally, I'd like to tell Heff and Tim to just tie him up and throw him in one of the cars with the girls. Yeah, Bran would be mad, but he'd get over it eventually."

"Do you think it's possible that we're the ones he doesn't want to leave, Raph?" Don suggested. "I'm sure fear factors into it, but he could have other motivation in the mix too. Leonardo said he got pretty emotional talking to him in the tunnel the other night, and he was fairly certain it made an impact on Brandon. He could be stubbornly holding out because of us."

"I hope that's not the case, Donny. I sure ain't letting him get anywhere close to the action, not with what he's already been through. Do you remember that trigger I told you came up in that battle we had with the Akiudo in Luke's old house in Chelsea? That was what gave Yukiko the chance to take me down. I'm not letting that happen to Bran, no matter what he says."

"I think you're getting ahead of us," Don typed. "We have to find them before we can attack them. Well, before you can attack them."

The red-masked turtle grimaced. "We'll take 'em down hard for you, Donny."

"I'm more concerned about the safety of the city at this point," he said. "Remember, that needs to be your focus. Revenge won't satisfy you."

Raphael made a scoffing sound. "I don't know if that's true in the case of Yukiko or Takashi."

Donatello shook his head. "Don't forget who we are, Raph. We're not animals. We're masters of our bodies and the environment. Whenever you lose control, you're giving it up to someone else."

Raphael's eyes remained hard for a few seconds. "I'm good with all of that, Donny, but I'm not gonna give those scumbags the chance to hurt anyone else."

"I know that it's easy to feel like all of this is our fault, Raph," Don said. "But don't forget to think things through. When we feel this desperate, it means we might do things we wouldn't normally risk. You've got a wife and baby depending on you, besides the rest of us. I'm not trying to put extra pressure on you. I just want to remind you that we care about what happens to you, and not only about stopping the Akiudo."

Raphael nodded firmly. "We'll be acting together, whatever we end up doing, Don. Leo and I already had this talk. There won't be any kamikaze missions or working alone.

Good, Donatello thought with an inward sigh. "I wish I could be up there with you," he told him. "This is a crummy time to be sidelined."

"I know just how you feel, Don. I've never forgotten what it was like to watch you, Leo, and Bran prepare to go after the Akiudo to save Mikey and our girls. That was one of the hardest things ever."

Donny peered at his brother for a long moment before asking his question. "Will you be okay with them leaving?"

Raphael chuckled. "I think you and Leo must be sharing brain waves or something. They're doing the right thing by leaving, and I'm glad they're going back to North Carolina. I'd just like some assurance that I'm gonna see them again."

"Let's try and be positive, Raph, and hold onto the belief that we will." Donatello looked down at his laptop. "I think I'm ready to dive back into this, Bro."

"That's my cue to scram, isn't it?"

Donatello wished he could laugh. "It's easier to work without distractions."

Raphael smirked at him. "Whatever. I know when I'm not wanted."

"You're always wanted, Raph."

"Then I'll catch up with you later, Don, and I'll keep the 'resting your eyes' episode to myself."

"Would you?" he asked hopefully. "I really need to get through the material."

"Yep, but you'd better believe I'll be checking up on you."

Donatello smiled as his brother made his exit, and set aside the tablet to focus on his laptop. Okay. Back to it. Tuesday didn't look any more promising than Wednesday at first glance. I guess it wouldn't hurt to flip back one more day before I start breaking down the reports completely.

He clicked out of the date he'd been viewing, and brought up the schedule for Monday. Don began scanning through the names first as was his custom, and this time, something stood out to him off the bat. Atesaki. That's definitely Japanese. His brow furrowed in thought. Destination. That's interesting. Who is this person? Um…

There was no information accompanying the name, with the exception of a telephone number. Donatello ignored the number for the moment, and focused on the details of the delivery instead. Let's see…it was set up on a time delay. Package set to go out Wednesday. The timeline fits, but it's still circumstantial. I need something that ties this customer to that phone.

As he considered the invoice, another thought occurred to him. Maybe I'm looking for information in the wrong place. It was addressed to Greg, so he should be a part of the order in some fashion. Donatello skipped past the customer information, and clicked on the link labeled as the summary. His eyes widened as they landed upon the note that had been included with the order, and his heart-rate increased at the discovery of Greg's full name.

So this is it. The question is whether or not "Atesaki" is just a cover they were using. Could that phone number really lead somewhere? It feels too easy. But there's only one way to find out.

He reached for the phone sitting in the corner of his tray, and dialed the listed number in the customer details. This feels stupid, he thought as it rang. As if someone with the Akiudo would actually give this company their real number—

"You have reached the Atesaki Asia Travel Agency. Our business hours are—"

The turtle quickly hung up the phone. A Travel Agency? Didn't see that one coming. Weird. Time to talk to Heff. He put down the phone and grabbed the remote with the call button. He'd no sooner sent the signal, than Leonardo stuck his head in the door.

"Hey, Don. Are you getting somewhere?"

Donatello nodded.

"Do you need to talk to Greg?"

He nodded a second time.

"I'll grab him and come right back."

He relaxed more heavily against the back of the bed and picked up the tablet, pushing the larger tray out of the way. The sandy-haired man appeared a few seconds later, and Leonardo entered the room with him.

"What's up, Donny? Do we have any leads?" Greg held the spare tablet between himself and Leonardo.

"Yes," Don answered. "I don't know how reliable the information is, but I found the customer that's connected to your delivery, Heff. It was arranged on Monday, so it was all planned in advance. The order was placed by an Asian Travel Agency."

Leo looked up from the screen. "Interesting. Do you think it's a real place, or could it be bogus?"

"The phone number came up as a business line, but Greg would have to physically track down the address to be sure,"

"But this is definitely the connection?" Greg verified.

"I'm sure," Don said. "I worked my way backwards from Wednesday, and the Asian name of the Agency stopped me in my tracks. When I read the summary, it listed you as the delivery recipient."

The man nodded. "In other words, we have another building to check out."

"Yeah, but maybe you don't need to do this one alone," Leonardo said thoughtfully. "The Akiudo might just be using this Company's name, but it could be something more sinister too."

"I'll figure out if the Business exists, and then we can worry about getting inside," Greg returned.

"I don't want you doing anything but a drive by without us, Greg," Leo said decisively. "I'd prefer to do this properly."

"Properly?" The man's eyebrows rose. "What are you saying, Leo? You think Sayuri and I will screw this up?"

"That's not what I said, Heff," Leonardo said patiently. "I'm feeling paranoid where this gang is concerned. Sayuri had information conveniently leaked to her before, if you recall. They set up that Lab, and both you and she would have been goners if Don hadn't been there to spring you.

"I'm not saying I don't trust you to do it correctly. I'm suggesting that I'd prefer to do things as a team, based on the track record of who we're going up against."

Greg gave him a wry smile. "You say 'suggest', as if I'm being given a choice in the matter."

"You aren't," Leo said bluntly. "Let's make sure it exists, and we can determine where we go from there."