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K is mine.
Chapter Nineteen; Please hold
Mikey sat up slowly, relieved to find that his shoulder wasn't killing him nearly as bad as it had the last time he'd been awake. He glanced around the hotel room and saw the girl, K, sitting at her customary spot in front of her computer and over closer to the window stood Nightwatcher. From the way his hands were lowering Mikey figured he had just gotten his helmet back on.
"Hey! You're back." Mikey managed a smile as he pushed himself off the hotel bed, sure it was soft but he'd been in the thing all day and by the looks of the light coming through the curtains all night as well. "Is there any breakfast?" he asked cheerfully as his stomach begged a little.
K groaned and pointed to the small fridge in the corner. "The refrigerator is fully stocked Mike. Help yourself."
The naked turtle grinned. "Gracias dudette!" He called as he made for the food.
Nightwatcher glanced over at K who was rubbing her eyes and mouthing dudette?
She uncovered her eyes and looked over at Nightwatcher while Michelangelo hummed some cheerful fridge raiding music. Raph still hadn't figured out how but K always seemed to make eye contact despite the visor on the helmet. With a jerk of her head K signaled for Nightwatcher to talk to the still humming turtle. A small negative movement of the helmet was his response. Quickly K made some hand gestures that weren't exactly sign language but got the message across.
Little boy…I no weapons…you need Mike…you talk Mike…NOW!
Raph frowned. K looked angry, and by the time she actually looked angry she tended to pull out her TAZER or something equally dangerous. When K got mean she got mean.
Reluctantly Nightwatcher turned to where Mikey was still raiding the fridge; he was leaning over so far his tail was clearly visible from behind.
"Hey bud-er- kid!" Raph called, unconsciously dropping his voice to a lower tone.
Mikey turned around, "Hah?" He asked around the bear claw in his mouth.
"Kid, I need backup tonight, you up for it?"
In answer to his question Mikey's face lit up and he pulled the pastry from his mouth, "I was hatched ready!" His smile faded when he suddenly remembered something and turned to K, "Uh, could I borrow your phone?"
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"What do you mean 'you'll get used to that'!? Don, are you saying you have no idea where Raph is?!" Donnie lifted the ridges above his eyes as he calmly listened to Leo's voice echo throughout the lair.
"I do believe that's what I just said." He commented mildly. "Lately Raph's been disappearing for a couple of days at a time a lot, so Mikey's the one I'm starting to worry about."
The look Leo shot him would have made a house plant shrivel up and die. "Starting?" He asked, the acid in his voice succeeded in killing anything his glare had missed. Donnie finally began to cringe under his brother's gaze. Just before Leo could find out whether Donnie was truly capable of pulling his head into his shell a tone sounded. The tone was attention grabbing without being overtly annoying and was completely alien to Leo. He blinked and looked around. "What was that?"
Donnie grabbed his latest shell cell off of his desk, "New ringtone, you like?" He then answered the phone. "Hello?" The caller spoke and Donatello broke out into a huge, and relieved, grin. "Mikey! Where have you been?" He asked pleasantly.
Leo snatched the phone from Donnie. "Mike, where have you been?" He demanded.
In his seat at the desk Donnie crossed his arms in annoyance and started tapping a foot. Leo watched the movement and wondered a little sadly when Donnie had picked that particular habit up. On the other end of the line Mikey was babbling about some kind of superhero team-up and how 'epic' it was going to be. When the excitable turtle started on about comic book deals Leo interrupted him. "That's great Mike, when are you planning on getting home?" He received a vague answer about the next morning, maybe. "Mike I need a more solid answer, where are you now?"
Mikey started coughing and making noises in his throat, occasionally the noise would stop and Leo could hear him take a breath before throwing in a word or two and hissing some more. Leo wondered why it never occurred to Mikey how fake that sounded. "Mike cut it out." Leo ordered just before the connection was broken.
"That's not what I meant." Leo grouched as he handed the phone back to Donnie. "Can you track it?" He asked.
Donnie's expression showed hurt at Leo's doubt. "'Can you track it' he says." Don mimicked smugly. The techno turtle stood and quickly crossed the room to the screen on the wall. After touching the screen to activate it he entered some quick commands and waited impatiently as the computer triangulated the call's origin. A few moments passed and the screen zoomed out from the map of New York City to the state map, then the region, and eventually the country. Soon the map expanded further to include an entire world map.
"Uh…" Leo didn't know anything about any of the new gizmos in the lair, but this didn't look promising.
A white, pixilated hourglass appeared on the screen and emptied digital sand into the lower chamber before flipping and repeating the graphic. Leo frowned for a moment before he recognized the old loading symbol. Donnie had never bothered to remove the graphic from the programming because he'd made his computer too fast for the graphic to be used. Curious, Leo looked over to Donnie.
Donatello stood, staring at the monitor with his eyes wide and his jaw slack. After a moment he blinked and shook his head. "No, there has to be a glitch somewhere, there's no way Mikey could find a phone I can't track!" He stepped forward and re-entered the command. A tracer appeared on the screen and moved across the map for a minute before the hourglass popped up again. "This is impossible!" Donnie hissed.
Leonardo watched as Donnie redid the search, then tried a similar one. The next attempt Leo sighed and looked around the lair, wondering where his brothers had run off to.
Yeah, another 'back at the ranch' chapter. Hope you like.
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