Hey guys! Time for an update and this time a continuation of chapter 23, a request of Turtle Lover101 (I hope you'll find your password soon) and Chibi Guest. I bet you remember that time Don and Mikey prank called Hun... Well, in this chapter you'll read what happens next.

I hope you'll enjoy!

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Consequences

"There it is!" Don said, pointing at some buildings right next to the water. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his younger brother stop next to him. "Awesome!" Mikey exclaimed as he peered to the large row of warehouses. "Which one is it?"

Don gave a shrug as he looked the buildings over through squinted eyes. "I don't really know. We'll see when we get there, I guess." He looked at his watch underneath his wrist bandage. "We've got plenty of time, so no worries."

Mikey gave an excited smirk and he put his foot on the ledge of the roof, readying himself to jump. "I'm not worried, I just don't wanna be late." He pushed off and sailed through the air only to land perfectly on the next roof. "Come on!"

Don shook his head with a grin. "Now he doesn't want to be late," he muttered, before following his brother. On the roof he caught up with him. "Don't let sensei hear it. This whole week you've been late for practise and he wasn't happy."

Mikey waved his comment away. "Meh, I'm just not really a morning person."

"Except when there's food," Don said with a knowing look on his face. Nodding agreeingly Mikey gave in with a wide grin. "You know me too well, bro."

Just a few hours ago they had made the prank call to Hun. A little before nine they had left the lair and now they were looking for the right warehouse, hoping the huge thug had fallen for their joke.

Together they jumped the roofs until they reached the border between the city and the docks. Carefully they hid in the shadows looking towards the large buildings.

Don squinted his eye ridges. "Can you read from this distance the numbers on the warehouses?"

Mikey leaned in over the edge of the roof. "There are three numbers and I see a one at the beginning, so I guess we need to go more north." He looked at Don. "Why don't you have your fancy bag with gadgets with you?"

"I didn't think we needed it. We were just going to watch, right?" Don piped up in his defence.

"Well, yeah, but some binoculars or something would come in handy right now." Mikey tried one more time to figure out the numbers on the buildings, but gave up. "Come on, let's move," he called and let the way over the buildings while trying to stay out of sight. Swiftly Don followed his younger brother's footsteps, slightly wondering how in the world Mikey ended up leading this thing and why he was actually okay with it.

A mile or so further, Mikey skid to a stop. "There! Warehouse 217." He pointed to a half-lit hemisphere building, which wasn't really different than the other buildings in the row. Don gave a nod and looked at his watch again. "Sweet. We're quite early, so that gives us the time to look for the best seats for the show."

Grinning Mikey looked forward and scanned the shore line. "What about that pile of containers?"

Don followed his gaze and saw the large metal boxes opposite of the warehouse. It was a perfect place to hide, weren't it for the large streetlight shining directly on top. There was shadow, but being a ninja, full darkness would be way better for them. "Good place, but we've got to take out the light."

"That could be solved, right?" Mikey looked at his smart brother, who gave a nod. "Of course. But then we need to go right now, so I've got a little more time to foul the wires."

"Sweet!" Mikey exclaimed. "I hope we're not here for nothing. Otherwise we are so getting some ice cream later."

"Heh, I like that." Chuckling Don made his way down the building to land softly on the concrete ground. He waited a second for Mikey to catch up with him, and dashed towards the large metal canisters, which were used as a small border between the city and the docks. Within seconds they were up the pile, hiding in the shadows. Curiously Don peered to the large street light above him and saw the metal plate that kept the wires inside the metal casting. All he had to do was to climb up the lamp post, screw open the lid, cut through the wires and they were good to go. He reached in one of the compartments of his belt and took a compact flat box containing six small screwdrivers. Suddenly he felt a tap on his arm and he turned his head to look at Mikey's confused, but stern face. At once he knew there was something up. He saw Mikey point to the ground right before the warehouse and he gasped when he saw a small group of Purple Dragons, weapons at the ready. Don scolded himself. He was so busy with the darn street light, he totally missed the danger that was present. Thankfully Mikey knew how to compensate for his mistakes, just like he could do that for him. This also applied for their other brothers - Years of experience had provided them with those much needed skills.

"At least we knew the call was a success," Mikey whispered, his grin back on his face now Don was aware of the threat. Don rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "A little too successful if you ask me. Let's wait for Hun and then we'll go."

At that moment the large muscled leader walked around the corner of the warehouse together with five armed men, a not so amused expression on his face. "Anyone seen anything?" he asked in a heavy voice. When no one could give him a reply he liked, he gave a grunt. "Keep your eyes open. Whoever was that guy, I want him alive. No one messes with me!" He turned on his heel and walked away again.

Suddenly Mikey couldn't take it anymore, and he started to laugh. "Dude, he totally bought it!" he said quietly, although they were out of earshot. "He even wears a purple shirt!"

Don joined him and relaxed a little, letting his past mistake slip. "Maybe that's because he is part of the Purple Dragons. Purple things are kind of their normal attire."

Mikey gave him a playful shove to the shoulder. "Sst, don't ruin my fun."

A few minutes they watched the thugs walk around the warehouse for nothing in particular, until they suddenly heard an engine. Their curiosity peaked, they saw a dark van driving straight to the warehouse.

"Dude, you even arranged a black van? You're genius, Donnie," Mikey whispered excited. Don nodded his head. "No, I didn't," he said slowly, not really progressing what was happening. Surprised Mikey looked up. "What do you mean?"

"That van is not mine," Don said clearly. Mikey went quiet and looked to the scene below them. The moment the van was close enough, it got surrounded by Purple Dragons who ordered it to stop. With a scowl on his face Hun appeared again and he jerked open the front door. A meaty hand lashed out and quickly he pulled a very scared driver out of the car. Without too much effort he let him dangle a little above the ground. "Welcome," he said with an evil smirk. "Care to elaborate your phone call?"

"P-please. Who a-are you?" the driver asked, confusion and fear in his voice. Hun slammed him to the side of the van. "You're asking who I am? You think this is a joke to you?"

The man broke down. "Please! Don't hurt me! I'm just a delivery guy. Please, I'm begging you."

"Don't play dumb with me! I'm asking again: Care to elaborate your phone call?"

It took a moment for the man to collect himself. "What phone call? I never called. Please. Let me go. Please. I just deliver flour. Please."

Hun growled and tossed the man to a few of his men who caught his arms. "Maybe a couple of broken bones makes your tongue more loose." With big steps he walked to the back of the van and opened the back door to see what was in the van.

"No, no. Please. I didn't call. I'm a nobody. I don't want problems. Please. Let me go," the driver begged as his knees began to buckle. "Please…"

At that moment Don and Mikey locked eyes and they both thought the same thing. In an instant they had drawn their weapons and jumped down with a roar.

Quickly Hun looked up and his eyes went big. "It's those freaks!" He grabbed one of the thugs by his shirt and held him to his face. "I can't use that right now! Get rid of them!" he almost screamed. Letting go the frightened thug, he turned on his heels. "And take that guy to the HQ." Giving the two turtles a disgusted look, he hurried away, a small group of Purple Dragons trailing behind him.

"I'll take King Kong and his little posse," Mikey yelled as he made his way through the thugs, who were too surprised to react immediately. Both Mikey and Don took this opportunity to take down as many Purple Dragons as they could in this short amount of time. Preferably the ones with long-range weapons.

"Are you sure?" Don asked, not really liking the fact that his younger brother would take on the biggest threat alone. As he swirled his nunchucks around, Mikey nodded. "Yup. It's kinda my fault this mess was created, so I'll solve it."

Knowing he didn't have much time to actually discuss this matter, Don gave in. "Fine, I'll get mister delivery guy. Be careful!" Disposing himself of a thug, Don ducked under a well-aimed baseball bat and quickly he lashed out with his bo. "See if you can handle what you dish out, buddy," he commented as his staff hit the criminal right in the abdomen. He looked up and saw the poor driver lying pitiful on the floor, with just one skinny guard who tried to get him up - apparently he and his brother were more important to the thugs. Taking in a deep breath, Don tried to get to the poor man, while he dodged, ducked and attacked.

In the meantime Mikey had blocked Hun's way from getting away. Swinging one of his nunchucks under his arm, he gave a confident grin. "Hunnie, I'm home," he said in a mocking voice, while he lowered himself in a fighting pose.

The thug leader growled and narrowed his eyes. "What is your business here, freak?" he asked dangerously low as he clenched his fist threateningly.

An amused twinkle flashed in Mikey's eyes. "Nothing much. But I see you've listened to me and put on a purple shirt," he said with a playful wink. Suddenly realisation dawned on the giant. "What?! You - You - You've...?"

"Yeah, sorry. I've called, but just as a prank," the turtle answered nonchalantly. "Just wanted to see whether you show up." He cast a look over the battlefield. "And now it got kinda out of hand."

Hun's head turned red with anger. "Have you any idea what you've done? I've lost a huge shipment because I had to be here!" He spat out. Mikey shrugged. "Meh.. You'll get over it."

"Kill him!" Hun screamed, causing Mikey to back up a bit. "Whoa there. Don't you think that's a bit too much? I've -" Quickly he had to duck for a heavy chain flying towards his head. "Alrighty then… I guess we can't talk this over?" Using his agility he flipped over the thug and landed right in front of another one, who did not expect this. Just before the hard wood of the nunchuck hit his knee with a crunch, two surprised eyes knew he was done for. Feeling confident, Mikey fought swiftly, until Hun's guards were all out. Landing perfectly on his feet after his last attack, he turned to Hun. "I guess it's just you and me now, meathead."

Clenching his teeth, Hun lowered himself into a fighting pose. "I'll make you regret you've ever made that call," he growled, his voice full of hatred. "You've cost me a lot of money today."

"Well, you can't have everything," Mikey taunted. Hun's eyes narrowed. "But killing you with my bare hands would be a great compensation." With a roar Hun shot forward, his huge fist leading the way. Knowing there was no way he could block the enormous force behind it, Mikey rolled out of the way. Getting back on his feet right next to the gigantic thug, he swung his chucks with all his force to the back of his leg, causing Hun to sink to a knee with a grunt. Recovering fast, Hun swung his arm out, hitting Mikey hard on his shoulder. Stumbling back, Mikey berated himself for not paying attention. As he looked up, he felt his heart sink in his chest. A smirking Hun stood in the perfect position to take him down in one hit. "Sayonara, freak." The moment Hun's fist went down, there was a hard yell and a loud thud. "Back off!" Don screamed as he used his full body weight to throw Hun off his feet.

A relieved smile appeared on Mikey's face when he saw his brother. "Thanks, bro."

"I can't leave you by yourself, can I?" Don answered as he joined Mikey, his bo defensively in front of him. Mikey regripped his nunchucks and gave a goofy grin. "I've always considered myself quite social." He swung one end under his arm, suddenly realising something. "Where's delivery guy?"

"I've send him away in his van and told him to get the cops," Don explained. "So we don't have much time."

With a grunt Hun got back on his feet, rage filling his eyes. "You freaks are dead. Dead!" he screamed as his muscles bulked.

"So…" Mikey started as he rolled his sore shoulder. "Take him down quick?"

Don nodded and moved his hands on his bo to get a better grip. "ASAP," he replied curly, since Hun was already running towards them. Quickly the brothers spread out, both attacking from another side. Don rose his staff above his head and tried to put as much force as possible into the downward movement. The moment his bo should collide with a skull, Hun grabbed his weapon, changing Don's direction - downward. With a smack Don collided with the concrete, winding him completely. Mikey saw it and immediately he attacked, hoping to avert Hun's attention to him. "Come on, big guy. Let's see what you got!" he challenged the gang leader, who changed direction instantly. Mikey ducked under a swinging arm and quickly swung out with his chucks, hitting Hun multiple times in the chest. Quickly Mikey turned around and gave a strong back-kick, which hit him right in the stomach.

"Argh! You'll pay," Hun groaned, clutching his stomach as he fell to one knee. Suddenly Don appeared behind him. "I don't think so, Hun." He hold out his bo in a way he could strike fast. "I think you've lost."

Hun narrowed his eyes in anger, but did not reply, knowing the turtle was right.

Mikey walked up to a them, sticking his nunchucks in his belt. "You know, Hunny-Bunny. This wouldn't have happened if you'd brought the orange soda like I asked." With a grin he looked at Don, his eyes doing the talking for him.

"Yeah, we're going." Don shed his bo, although he kept a very cautious eye on Hun. He walked over to Mikey, who waited for him with a smile on his face. As on cue they both turned around, and sped off back towards the containers.

"Let's never prank call a bad guy again," Don concluded as they climbed over the metal canisters. Mikey started to laugh. "Oh, come on. What are the odds this will ever happen again?"

Don looked at his brother with a dull expression on his face. "No way we're doing this again."

"But -"

"No."

"But, Donnie!"

"No, Mikey."

"I will -"

"No."

"But I -"

"No!"

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I really hope you liked it, although fight scenes aren't my forte :). Please tell me what you thought!