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Chapter Eleven; Boom

It was more of a moan than a groan and it had just the slightest bit of a whine to it. Under his pile of blankets the turtle stirred before settling down again. K looked up from her computer, relieved to hear that Michelangelo hadn't died under her supervision.

After shutting her laptop, K stood up and walked over to where her patient lay, trying to keep her combat boots from clomping on the concrete as she came closer. Carefully, she lifted a couple blankets and examined the bandage on his shoulder. She was pleased to see that it hadn't bled through and that the skin around the bandage didn't appear to be inflamed. The blankets were replaced and as K stood she was startled by a gurgling noise. She looked down. "If I can hear that under all those blankets then I know you need food." K deadpanned at the sleeping turtle.

In the back of the garage was a small room with a couch, a mini-fridge, and a microwave resting on a table. K went to the fridge and tried to find some food for when the turtle woke up but as she opened the door and knelt down for a better look inside something under the table caught her eye. K's brow furrowed as she moved to get a closer look. It was a small metal box with a dim red light, a glowing green light and a keyhole. Leaning a little further under the table K was able to see past the small metal box to a tan package attached to the device.

"Tell me that is not what I think that is." K shifted her weight till she was lying under the table with her back on the floor and her hands hovering just beneath the wooden surface under the table, not quite touching. She looked closer at the strange package, examining the clear cover and the way the package was attached to the device. No sooner had she determined what it was than she was out of the kitchen, running for the sleeping turtle on the floor.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" K quickly pulled the blankets off the turtle and started shaking his uninjured shoulder.

"…Hnm?..." The turtle hnm-ed.

"Wake up, we have to move and we have to move NOW!" K moved behind the turtle and heaved at his shell. Michelangelo whimpered as he slowly awakened to the pain in his shoulder, "I know it hurts but we have to go!" She shoved his shell upright and pulled his good arm over her shoulders. After consciously straightening her back she heaved, standing to her feet and pulling the turtle to his.

"Uhn."

"We have to move! Now!" K grunted. She hesitated to mention the bomb; if somebody could slip several ounces of C4 and a detonator into the building without her knowing they could also bug the place. If it became too obvious that she was aware of the danger the bomb could be detonated early. "Come…on!"

K moved the injured ninja to the back door. She had single-handedly dragged him halfway to the door before the turtle finally managed to get his unsteady feet under him and carried a little of his own weight. Together they reached the back door, which was already partially open. K kicked the door open.

And with three blasts, the garage exploded.

Static filled Nightwatcher's helmet. The crackling, snowy sound blasted through the small speakers near Raph's internal ears and he was momentarily distracted from his surroundings, a moment that cost him control on a sharp turn and resulted in both the motorcycle and Nightwatcher sliding into traffic. By night this street was nearly deserted but with the morning sun high over head rush-hour had just broken, turning this street into a route even bike messengers were hesitant to take.

The motorcycle was immediately struck by a large truck, throwing both vehicles into the adjoining lane and starting a pile-up in both lanes, a pile-up that probably saved Nightwatcher from a fate as big city road-kill while the traffic came to a stop around him and the bike.

People began to climb out of their cars and check on those caught in the pile-up. Several people shouted as they saw the Nightwatcher. Some recognized him from the few photos in the papers and shouted either support or scathing and hateful remarks. Raph ignored them all, regained his footing and ran for a nearby alley where he was sure there was an open manhole.

No sooner had he replaced the sewer lid and dropped to the floor of the sewer tunnel than Raph tore off the helmet, his head still ringing from the static that continued to filter through the speakers.

Dropping the helmet, Raph unzipped the pocket where he kept a couple spare com devices for such a malfunction. After hooking the device on his mask so that it hung over his internal ear, Raph flicked a switch to activate the device.

He jerked the com device off so hard that his mask nearly tore off with it as the same static that still tore out of the helmet blasted from the com device. Raph growled and turned off the com device, then drew one of his sais and jabbed the points of the blades through the helmet's speakers. The only sound in the helmet when Raph finally pulled it back on was the ringing still being produced by his ears.

Raph gave a grunt and started back towards the warehouse for repairs, unaware of the police cars, ambulance and fire trucks outpacing him at street level.

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