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How many people would kill for a day on the beach? A chance to soak up some sun; run toes through powdery, soft sand; take a dip in the liquid-warm, crystal blue sea? Maybe just spread out a blanket and nap in the dazzling sunshine. It was the dream vacation for many an overworked bureaucrat, and honestly? It was enough to make me gag.

I slumped backward into my sand dune, watching my two brothers wade around in the shallows, kicking water at each other and laughing. I crossed my arms behind my head and closed my eyes against the glaring sun. My hair was hardened from exposure to the salt water and then from lying on the beach. It crunched slightly as I passed a hand through it.

"Safe" and "boring" had become synonymous in my head ever since we'd been sent down here. Yeah, The Foot couldn't get us all the way down here, and yeah, we hadn't seen nor heard from Dr. Morris since that day two months ago, but just because we were away from it all didn't mean it was all away from us. Those events were constantly replaying in my head. I couldn't seem to get rid of them. Closing my eyes just flipped a switch, started the train of images that played across my eyelids.

Were we safe down here? Yes. Were we bored out of our minds? Yes. I knew TMNT was just looking out for its own, trying to keep one of its teams alive, but… With everything that had happened, how could they do this to us? We had every right to be back there, unraveling the mystery of our family, unraveling the twist it had put in this family.

Sometimes I just felt like we were all strings that had been cast wide, the threads tying us all together spread far and apart, but the scene in New York was twisting us back together, pulling in our threads, winding tighter and tighter, catching at us, squeezing until we popped…

I shook my head, dispelling the unpleasant imagery. The deep sense of foreboding continued to hang over my head, though. It just felt like something was coming.

With a sigh, I roused myself from the sand and brushed myself off. "I'm going to head up to the house for a drink. Either of you want anything?" I called. My brothers shook their heads and waved me off. I shrugged and started the trek back up to where the grouping of bungalows was.

I'd barely gone a hundred feet before I sensed something was wrong. I threw myself to the side just as a dart whistled past my head. I opened my mouth to shout a warning to my brothers, but never got the chance to utter the words.

And so concludes another chapter. Here's a hint: this guy is not the same as the previous two. ^-^ Any more guesses?