I do not own the TMNT... K is mine.
Chapter Twenty-two; Your typical DiD
Nightwatcher drove straight into the parking garage of the hotel without slowing. He followed Turtle Titan's directions to the correct floor and kept moving as fast as possible while still maintaining control on the bike until he caught sight of the figure in flamboyant red.
Turtle Titan waved as Nightwatcher braked to a stop. "They got off on the tenth floor." The caped mutant explained.
"Right." Nightwatcher replied. He didn't take any comfort from the information. His ears were still ringing from a shot of static he'd been hit with just minutes ago. It wasn't as severe as when the main system had blown with the rest of the warehouse, but there had been something about it that bothered him, a clicking or something that had come right before the static. "Get up there and scout the tenth floor without being seen. That means no flashy superhero stuff, got it?"
Turtle Titan saluted, using the arm not attached to his wounded shoulder. "Got it." He replied.
Nightwatcher turned the bike and was about to start off when the Titan's voice stopped him. "Hey, is it normal for these things to buzz like that?" A quick jerk of Nightwatcher's helmet confirmed the situation wasn't normal before the motorcycle revved and he was gone.
Raph left the garage and drove around to the side of the building with the fire escape. He quickly dumped the bike and headed up until he'd reached the correct floor, then moved nimbly across the small, decorative ledge to the room where K was staying. The window was open, but there didn't appear to be anyone inside.
"K?" Raph called. His half shout wasn't very stealthy, but this suit wasn't exactly designed for being inconspicuous. "K, ya there?" The water wasn't running in the bathroom so she should be able to hear him anywhere in the room.
A quick scan of the room revealed nothing unusual. The bed was same as it had been after Mikey woke up, trash filled with food containers and the closet door cracked open with her suitcase partially in view. Other than some scattered electronics bits on the desk next to her laptop everything was completely normal for K. "K?" Raph called again. He moved to the bathroom. Maybe K had fallen asleep? The timing wouldn't be too good, but it wouldn't be a first. Slowly, one hand on his sai, Raph pushed the bathroom door open. Immediately he drew his blade and crouched into an attack position.
"I wouldn't do that." The man advised. He stood calmly in the center of the bathroom, one arm wrapped low around K's shoulders, the other supporting a gun pressed firmly up into her throat just beneath the jaw. The position not only granted him a more solid plant for the gun, but threatened a bloodier and more defacing death than otherwise.
K stood calmly with her head tilted away from the pressure exerted on her jaw. A bruise was blossoming over one eye and a little blood was smeared under her nostrils but otherwise she looked as though she were being forced to attend something that didn't really concern her. She wasn't even looking at Nightwatcher but rather at some unknown point over his shoulder.
"Drop it." The man ordered, glancing meaningfully at the weapon in Nightwatcher's hand. When the costumed vigilante hesitated the gunman shoved the gun more firmly against K's throat, forcing her head back into a position that looked painful even without the gun. Although K remained calm Raph dropped the sai, then kicked it away for good measure. "Thank you." The gunman said cordially and a little loudly. K's jaw tightened and she squirmed but the man merely tightened his grip. "Now ya do as I say and everything will go just fine." The man said, his voice calm and his words slow.
K was moving. Her arms were at her side but after Raph had dropped his weapon she'd begun moving one of them. From behind the shaded visor of his helmet Raph was able to stare at it without seeming suspicious, but he had no idea what K's hand gesture might entail. First she pointed at him, then made a circle motion with her finger. Did she want him to circle around? That was ridiculous; there was only one entrance to that bathroom. "I don't want you messing with the plan. Heck, as if you haven't gotten in the way enough already."
Okay, the guy was talking nonsense and K was pointing to the floor and circling now. Oh, right. Nightwatcher spun around in time to see the guy sneaking up from behind him with a semi-automatic rifle of some kind, probably having hidden in the closet all this time. Raph should have checked that… yet another point to go under 'do not tell Leo'.
As he turned he snapped a hand up, grabbing the barrel of the rifle and yanking it aside while shooting out a foot. The guy had to release the gun, leaving it in Nightwatcher's glove. Coming around full circle, Nightwatcher pulled the gun up and took aim.
Stalemate. The other guy had a pistol and K, Nightwatcher had a rifle. Somewhere behind Nightwatcher the original holder of the gun groaned, but it wasn't a disabled groan. A moment later came the sound of a gun hammer being pulled into place. The man in front of Nightwatcher smirked. K closed her eyes, almost grimacing: the stalemate was over. Nightwatcher glanced over his shoulder and saw the forty-five in the second man's hand. The Nightwatcher's suit was leather; not bullet proof.
The rifle hit the floor as Nightwatcher reluctantly reached for the ceiling.