Hey guys, I'm back from the dead. A lot has happened, not a lot of it good. But you've got to concentrate on the happy points of life, right? :-)
Crawling along in the air ducts, Leo suddenly knew what it was like to be a sardine.
Through a grate underneath him, he could make out the frantic officers running about, each attempting to find him and his brothers, who were all behind him, crawling slightly so not to cause a racket as they escaped. That was one good thing about being a kid, you could fit into small places-example: air ducts.
It hadn't been easy though. First of all, they had to wait through another beating until Mikey could sneak the keys from the belt loop. At Donnie's suggestion before, he left all of them on the loop, taking the only one they needed and stuffing it into his shell, before putting it back on the guard. Then after he left, everything went into hyper drive. They unlocked each other, piled up in the corner, and helped one other up into the air vent, closing the mini door behind them. They didn't know where it went, but hey, anywhere was better than there.
At the back of the queue, Mikey accidentally crawled into Donnie, who subsequently fell into Raph. Raph almost looked like he would attack his younger brothers, before Leo kicked him once. The second youngest furiously faced his only elder brother, but upon seeing his angry gaze, one that Raph was familiar with from Splinter, he immediately shrunk back. Leo had been practicing.
Leo sighed lightly as he turned back and continued on his way, wondering if sardines had that much trouble in their confined space.
~Slight Miscalculation~
"You're sure this is the place Don?" Leonardo questioned. "We don't want to bust in on some random people."
"I'm certain, the computers tracked Bishop's vans to this location exactly." Don clarified.
"Well ya computers do have a record of not working." Raphael pointed out.
"I'll say," Mike continued. "remember the time when the security system said a foot soldier was outside and it was just a chipmunk."
"I fixed that," Don stated. "and it was a squirrel."
They were currently speeding along in the Battle Shell, ignoring the blaring horns of cars that were less than happy with Raphael's current frantic driving. Don had researched the last known presence of Bishop's trademark cars and vans, before quickly writing down the location and, after a checking their known research of Bishop's last lab, running back to Leonardo so they could carry out the plan. It was well thought out, seemingly full proof, but there was a chance that they could all perish in the fight.
But they were fine with that.
Besides, wasn't there always that chance?
~Slight Miscalculation~
"We're at the end." Leo whispered to his brothers as he reached the other air vent.
"Can you see anything?" Donnie asked.
Leo pushed the mini door open ever so slightly, just so he could see out the crack. "I see...glass tubes. I see…lots of tables."
"Do ya see a way out?" Raph questioned.
Leo looked around a bit more, before his eyes settled on what he hoped would be their ticket to freedom. "There's a bookcase a little bit away. We can try jumping to it, then climb down."
"What do you mean 'try'?" Mikey asked uncertainly.
"It's a little bit away." Leo said, aware that he was sugar coating it. It was more than 'a little bit' away-but they were young, nimble. They should be able to make the jump.
Emphasis on the 'should'.
"I'll go first." He told them, even though they couldn't really disagree. The air vent was barley big enough to turn their heads around in, never mind switch positions. He shuffled up the edge until he could sort out his seating, and managed to make it so he was sitting on the edge. He took a deep breath in, before throwing himself forward in the direction of the bookcase, his small fingers just able to latch onto the rim. He pulled himself up onto the top, regained control of his breathing, then nodded to Raph, who following in his brother's footsteps, followed my both Donnie and Mikey.
"Ok," Leo began once the four of them were sat on the top. "let's get back down."
"You're not going anywhere."
They all gasped as they turned towards the door, for they were met with a very pissed off, very menacing looking Agent Bishop. In the background they could still hear the sirens blarring, with the others most likely still searching for them.
"You four are becoming for trouble than you're worth," He told them as he closed in on the bookcase. "and frankly, you've overstayed your welcome."
He was about to grab onto their haven-one shake and the four of them would tumble to the ground, when a sudden flash flew past him, barely missing his head. He snapped over to see the Katana now embedded in the wall, before looking to the door.
"You better not touch them."