Resistance

The three soldiers stayed crouched in their positions, all eyes on their target. The turtle made little effort to keep himself hidden from any attacker, but that didn't make their job any easier. Their general said he was armed and dangerous and looks weren't going to deceive them. They studied his moves for a while, watching as he twirled his nunchaku in his hand and how his mouthed silently moved to the sound of music in his head as he strolled across the rooftop carefree. When they obtained the information they needed they made their move.

Mikey drifted down his path as the cool summer breeze blew through the air, taking in the smell of the atmosphere after it rains. His trained senses were ringing at the presences of someone watching him from the shadows but he remained casual, awaiting to find out what their motive was.

After all, nothing exciting really happens to him anymore so why not let this moment last?

He heard the sound of a blade being unsheathed from its holster from behind him and it sent a chill down his spine. Spinning on his heels, his nunchaku made contact with flesh as the sword was tossed from the owner's hand. The attacker grabbed his arm and landed a kick to his plastron, causing him to stumble back. The two other soldiers emerged from their hiding spot to surround him.

"Well, it looks like you've got me pinned." Mikey held up his arm in defense, a scoff intertwining its' way through the sentence. His baby blue eye's met with each of his attackers as he studied them carefully. Two of the soldiers seems to be newly trained. Not quite rookies, but not as much experience as the third based on their stance. Their leader, he predicted the third to be, was standing straight with a sword lowered but in a tight grip in their right hand. His face was completely covered as were the rest of them but his eyes were narrowed at his unlike the other two's wide eyed and at his body. Noticing this difference, he toke the end of his kusarigama chain and spun backwards letting the chain wrap around one of the two soldiers' sword. Giving it a pull, the soldier was pulled forward to meet Mikey's knee with his stomach. Kicking the soldier back he quickly ducked from the other soldier's swinging sword before swiping his feet out from under him. With the two amateurs on the ground, Mikey focused his senses on the leader who stood and watched his two soldiers get their asses handed to them.

"So I'm guessing you're going to be more of a challenge, huh?" Mikey raised a brow as he pulled out his other nunchuck from its holster on his belt. The soldier raised his sword as he lowered his stance. The two lunged toward each other, both with weapons in hand.

Mikey spun his nunchuck as he ducked from each of the soldier's swings. He did a wheel kick the landed a blow on Mikey's shoulder as a distraction before coming back around with the swing of his sword. Mikey held up the chain of his nunchuck to deflect the blade but the sword cut straight through it, causing Mikey to fall backward to avoid it strike. The tip of the soldier's sword hit the concrete next to Mikey's head before he rolled out of the way of his next strike. He pushed himself into a crouching position to watch his attacker as he lifted his sword again to turn towards him. Mikey used his fingers to pull out the small blade hidden in the torn cloth wrapped around his palm and up his arms and ran towards his opponent. He began deflecting the soldier's blade causing them to parry. The soldier swung hard which made the blade fly from Mikey's grip. Noticing this opening he raised the sword above his head and swung down, but with a quick turn the end made contact with Mikey's shell. Mikey swung his foot around with his body, it made contact with the soldier's head, causing him to lose his balance. Taking this opportunity, he continued to land blows on his opponent. The soldier tried to find an opening by swinging his sword in a side slice but Mikey deflected it his metal elbow pads and shoved him against the wall with his foot. Grabbing his kurasami chain from around the first soldier's sword and held the blade at the end towards the soldier's throat. The soldier's solid green eyes starred coldly at his.

"So, you are as good as they say." The solider remarked out of breath.

"What's your deal, dude?" Mikey asked. The soldier sheathed their weapon before taking off the hood on its head, pulling out the purple highlighted black hair that was tucked in the back of the jacket to let it fall on the shoulders. Her green eyes gazed up at him under raised eye brows.

"Dudette…?"

"We come with a message, a proposal sort to say." She stated.

"Forget it, I thought I already made my message clear that I want nothing to do with the Foot." Mikey sneered. "Oh, believe me, we have no association with the Foot. In fact the organization we come from is the exact opposite."

"I'm listening."

"We're soldiers of an elite resistance team whose sole objective is to dethrone The Shredder. I'm one of the commanders, Commander Angel." She gave a slight bow to him. "We have an army that is twice the size of New York City's original population and is constantly growing like Shredder's empire. We have bases set up throughout the city and pretty soon the country and even spies in the Foot Clan's army which all connect to our secret HQ built by our own general here in the city. In fact I believe you know our General."

"Who is he?"

"They wish to be anonymous until your arrival. That is if you are willing to join."

Mikey crossed his arms, giving her and her team a look over. They each wore black outfits with matching back packs and gun holsters attached to them. There was no blood red symbol of the Foot clan located anywhere on them, nor were they carrying Foot clan approved weapons. His eyes fell upon their commander. Her dark lips were pursed with her hands rested on her hips, watching him as she awaited his answer.

Was he really willing to get mixed into all of this again? He hadn't become part of a team since his brothers split up and had settled that it was better that way. That way there was no to worry about, no one to miss, and no one to leave you. But was that really what he wanted? To spend the rest of his life alone and let Shredder continue to mock him over their failure all those years ago? Or maybe he should take a page out of Raph's book and do something about it.

"Where did you say your HQ was again?"

Angel and her team marched before Mikey under the darkened treetops of the forest. They had been traveling for at least 20 minutes outside the city and Mikey's suspicion was at an all-time high the further they went.

"So how much longer till we get there?" He asked aloud.

"It shouldn't be much longer. We had to make sure our HQ was located at the most secluded area but also close enough to spy on the Shredder's army." Angel responded. The three soldier halted in front of a wall of bushes. The two soldiers pushed back some of the brush for him and Angel to walk through. Standing before them was an old shack in shambles. The doors and windows were busted off and the paint on the walls was crippling away. The place looked like the perfect place to shoot a horror movie.

"I know you said you're sole objective was taking down the Shredder, but you guys couldn't at least paint the place?" Mikey asked. "It's nicer on the inside." Angel remarked. Mikey continued to follow them inside the shack where it laid empty. Mikey looked around for any sign that would make him not want to run away, but the only thing in sight was the wooden boarded walls.

"Very funny, guys." Mikey tapped his fingers against his thigh as he bit his lower lip.

Angel walked ahead towards the back wall and hit her fist against a specific place on a selected board. The middle of the board split in half and separated, revealing a blue lighted touch screen. Standing in front of it, a beam of light brushed over Angel's face before the entire wall lifted up like a garage door. In its place was a solid metal wall with a glass elevator in the middle.

"This way, Michelangelo." Angel instructed as Mikey stood slapped jaw in awe. Stepping inside, Angel put her hand against another touch screen, sealing the door shut and sending them plummeting down. Mikey watched the wall in front of him move upwards in a rapid speed before it was replaced with a bird's eyes view of the headquarters. The large room expanded far beyond his view and was crawling with people dressed like Angel. The walls, ceiling and floors were constructed with steel walls. A large rectangular table sat in the middle of the front half of the room scattered with papers and maps and jumbo screen hung on the wall beside it with four smaller screens stacked on the left and right side of it.

"Welcome to our central headquarters." Angel announced as she stepped out of elevator.

"This place is awesome- how is this here?" Mikey asked as toke in as much of the room as he could. "The HQ was built by our general and partner as a safe haven for those against the Shredder. This area stretches under the entire city and constructed with titanium walls to protect us from any damage done to the surface as well as updated with all the recent technology from Shredder's lair itself."

"And this was all built by your General?" Mikey asked as he gazed around.

"Of course. Our general is a very intelligent and resourceful leader who has done everything to keep us safe. Speaking of which, here comes the general now." Angel nodded her head to someone behind him.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." A familiar voice spoke from behind him. Mikey's eyes went wide as they met with the owner of the voice standing with her hands on her hips a few feet away.

"Welcome to HQ, Mikey." April smiled at him.