HELLO

"Transport team to Sky Dragon 1: Ready for payload drop!"

"Leo! Get outta there!" Casey yelled into his communicator.

Just in time, the turtle stopped gawking and got back under the truck, narrowly missing being crushed.

Hun unhooked the shipment, speaking into his communicator. "Sky Dragons, you're free and clear. Remember the plan. Stay low and proceed to Hanger 14. Red will be there to pick you up!"

"Yes, Master Hun," the person on the other side of his communicator said as Hun sat in the truck.

Waiting until the truck turned off the highway, Leo let go of it, rolling under the truck and narrowly avoiding being run over.

He groaned, popping his arm back into socket and inspecting the large scrape there momentarily. Or course it had been his injured arm.

Casey came behind him on his motorcycle, and Leo hopped on. "Whoa. Nice road rash, Leo," he quipped.

"I'm okay. Let's go," Leo dismissed, and Casey immediately took off.

At the White House, Bishop was standing in front of the President, who was obviously not very pleased with him.

"As you know, Agent Bishop, I have never been a big fan of your operation," he said to the government agent.

"Yes, Mr. President," Bishop sighed, his teeth clenching a bit, "and I must say that-"

"Don't interrupt me! Do you have any idea how many times I fought to get you more funding?! And you and your agency were just about useless when we gave them to you! What good are you?! And now you and your forces go and attack Oroku Saki's mansion, right in the middle of New York City?! It's an outrage!" The President was pacing now. "The city's mayor, two members of Congress, and a Senator were there. Do you know how many political favors I called in to put a lid on it?!"

Bishop growled lowly, growing tired of being berated like a 4-year-old.

"Bishop, you had better toe the line. One more fiasco and I will personally pull the plug on your entire operation. I've already got budget cuts to make, and believe me, I've got my eye on your chunk of the pie," the President finished.

"Sir, you're absolutely right, sir. No mistakes. You have my word," Bishop promised.

"I don't want your word, Bishop, I want your sorry carcass out of my office, now!"

Bishop nodded and left silently.

He went outside and climbed into his limo next to one of his bodyguards. "Agent Bishop, sir," the bodyguard started, putting his phone away, "we have a problem."

"What now?" Bishop asked angrily.

"Tonight's shipment was… hijacked."

"What?! No! That's the LAST thing I need!" Bishop pointed at the bodyguard. "We have to find it. Now!"

"We're already on it, sir. The tracking devices are still functioning," the bodyguard informed him as the limo drove away. "We're honing in on its location as we speak."

The truck pulled into a warehouse with a bunch of Purple Dragons in it. The two guards at the door looked around then walked in, the garage door closing behind them.

Leonardo and Casey pulled up nearby after that.

Inside, the Purple Dragons and Hun were cheering. "I have promised to lead you to new heights!" Hun said from on top of the shipment. "And tonight's score is proof that we are on our way!"

Casey looked at Leo. "Who'da thunk it? Purple Dragons pullin' off high-profile jobs!"

"New tricks, old dogs," Leo smirked, the first thing close to a smile he'd offered to anyone in quite a while. He opened the window. "C'mon, let's go say 'hi'."

Casey grabbed his bat and smacked it on his hand once. "Heh. Fine wit' me. I didn't get all dressed up fer nothin'," he quipped, following.

Hun cut the bonds holding the shipment and pulled off the cover, uncovering a bunch of boxes. "With every heist, we grow stronger. More powerful!" Everyone cheered. "Gone are the days that the Purple Dragons were only a two-bit street gang!"

Unknown to them, Leo pulled a guard into the shadows and snapped his neck silently, hiding him.

"With these weapons and my plans, we will become an authorized crime organization, a true power in the underworld!"

Casey knocked out another Dragon, dragging him with the other.

"All of us, together!" Hun finished his speech triumphantly, throwing his giant fists up in the air. He jumped down a crate. "Now, let's get these crates opened," he opened one, "and get our gear ready for our next operation!" He picked up a gun, inspecting it. "I love ripping off military shipments. It's like opening Christmas presents. You never know what'cher gonna get!"

A few more Dragons were knocked out or killed by Leo and Casey.

"Wait, military shipments?" Leo asked in a whisper. "That could mean it was Bishop's!

A bit away from Hun, a crate labelled T9381 with a weird handle stood. A few Dragons went over to it. "Whoa, cool lookin' crate!" one of them exclaimed, reaching to touch it, then jumping back. "It's really cold! Maybe it's like a soda machine or something."

Sounds good ta me," his comrade smirked, taking out his crowbar and walking to it. "Let's get this thing open!"

Each went to one side and stuck their crowbar in, pulling and straining with all their might, until it finally opened, a blast of cool air coming out and knocking one away.

The door fell open and knocked the other one away as other Dragons came to look. There was a block of ice inside, with something moving around.

Inside the ice, the fog cleared away and 5 eyes opened, all from the same creature.

I'm late, as usual. XD Please review! BYE!

Shadow