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Chapter Seven; Things Get a Little Harder

Nora fingered the photo of Peter that Kyle had found for her.

Kyle told her everything would be all right and that the cops would find her boy. Kyle was a good friend. He had been a friend of Nora's husband for many years and he always tried to help her family when there was any kind of trouble. He knew about the streets, often he had protected Nora or her husband, even to physically fighting off the dangerous teens that roamed the streets. Nora trusted Kyle and believed him when he said everything would turn out for the best.

Now Kyle was in the living room of his apartment fixing up the bed he had pulled out of the couch. He insisted that Nora sleep on his own bed. Not that she expected to get much sleep tonight. Ever since his father had disappeared Peter had insisted on sleeping with her, the thought that she would have to spend the night without either her husband or her son by her side for the first time in seven years was breaking her heart.

Knocking at the door caused Nora to look up. Kyle stood in the door shirtless, carrying a small bag. "A lady cop brought this for you. Clothes and things from your place." He put the bag on the floor inside the room. Nora thanked him and he wished her goodnight. Before the door closed behind him Nora could see the tattoo of a large purple dragon on his back.

Giving the picture one last look, Nora took the bag into the bathroom to get ready for bed. After a quick shower, brushing her teeth, and pulling a robe on over her pajamas she opened the door of the bathroom to go to bed.

Sitting on the bed, grinning like a hyena, was a heavy-set young man holding a knife. "Hello pretty lady. Will you keep me company tonight?"

…

It was late. Really, really late. Early morning really. The sun was getting ready to rise and the air tingled with the coming of it. Mikey was ready to go home. Training would be no fun after a night without sleep. He stood and stretched, looking at the sky and grimacing before checking his watch. Odds of getting back to the lair before Leo was up weren't good. He turned and started back toward the lair.

A woman's scream threw all thoughts of going home out of Titan's mind. Jumping easily from one building down to the fire escape at the level of Nora's apartment he looked through the window and saw the man trying to kick his way into the bathroom. Turtle Titan leaped forward, bursting through the window in a shower of old glass. The man turned to face this new opponent just before Turtle Titan's gloved fist sent him off to la-la land.

The bedroom door opened and more men came in wielding a variety of weapons. Normally this wouldn't faze the Turtle Titan, but one of them had a handgun.

"Ah Shell." The titan mumbled, he then put on his characteristic grin. "Hey guys! I was just looking for the little superheroes room! Could you help a guy out?"

…

Nightwatcher's bike sped towards the harbor. His motorcycle was possibly the fastest bike in the state, but it couldn't travel faster than a simple phone call. The owner of the 'Chief N' Beef' had put in a call warning the dragon at the harbor of the vigilante's approach and they weren't about to let him come waltzing in on them.

"Ah shell." Nightwatcher muttered. Two motorcycles and a Crown Vic blocked the road ahead of him. He gunned the engine.

One of the motorcyclists sped to meet Nightwatcher, as they drew closer the biker pulled out a bat and aimed for the Nightwatcher's helmet. At the last possible moment Nightwatcher ducked and could feel the bat meet ineffectively with the armor over his shell. The second biker started towards Nightwatcher but he was passed before the gang member's bike even got up to speed.

Nightwatcher was sure the car would try to ram into him, but the Vic didn't move until after Nightwatcher's bike was past. Then it followed him.

This tactic confused Nightwatcher. Why didn't they just try to take him out? He was too fast to catch. So trying to ram him with the car would have been their best bet, it wouldn't work but it would be their best bet.

It wasn't until he was speeding through the alleys, roads and walkways around the harbor that this strategy began to make a little more sense. With the two bikes and the car following him he couldn't slow down and find out exactly where Peter and his dad were being kept.

Growling, Nightwatcher slowed until the motorcycles had almost caught up with him, he then turned sharply into an alleyway too small for the car. It worked, but the screeching of tires told him it was only a temporary fix. Raph was going to have to find a way to lose these clowns.

Just then the mike in his helmet buzzed, Mikey's voice "Uh, Nightwatcher, we've got a-" gunshots in the background. Mikey grunted and a woman screamed. "A big problem!"

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