Chapter 17
James smiled as he stood back, and watched his niece with her future husband and his immediate family surround the newborns. As it was not long, until April and Casey finally emerged from their room and wondered what was all the fuss about.
"What is all the fuss about?" April blankly stated at first, then paused as she slowly walked towards the new parents. Just as when Leonardo stepped back to reveal, as did Michelangelo and Wolfjade whilst embraced each other as they too, stepped back. Fastly covered her lips, for a few seconds then immediately cooed as she held her hands openly and eagerly waited to cradle the infant within Rachael's embrace while Raphael cradled the other.
"May I hold her?" April asked tenderly with a excited grin, looking up to her bestie. Raphael cleared his throat softly then gently corrected April. "Him. We have twin sons, April."
"Oh? My bad, may I hold him?" she apologised and requested again. Rachael smiled, gently handing Raph Jnr. To April and immediately fussed over him as she cooed again. "Oh, he is so precious. He looks a lot like Raph. What are their names?" she asked, looking up to them tenderly.
"Raphael Yoshi splinter Hamato Jnr. And Lucas Ryan Hamato." Rachael answered, with a warm and proud smile. Looking down to Raphael Jnr, with an admiring glance as she too earned to be a mother. Nuzzling her nose upon his little brow and inhaled the fresh baby smell, but it was different.
Not like the smell of infant human fresh scent but she didn't care. It was still, fresh but like sweet grass. Splinter eagerly waited, as he too wished to cradle his grandson. Happily cradled Lucas, within his old embrace and fought to keep the tears back but was unable to. Understandably, everyone knew this was a beautiful to experience but for master splinter, this was a dream come true.
He had assumed that he'd not live to see or meet his grandchildren. Now that he had, all fears were diminished to dust. This greatly pleased the old rat, if only he knew that there was something eluding in the shadows of where he wasn't unaware as yet that, someone is a spy.
"Congratulations, Rachael. They're gorgeous." April commented happily, smiling big with Casey beside her and congratulated Raphael with a hand shake then followed by a soft pat on his shell. "Congrats, buddy. You're a father."
Raphael chuckled. "The way it is going with you and April. It wouldn't be long, when you have your first kid."
Casey glanced blankly at first and then sheepishly smiled as he looked to April they looked happily as they too shared their news. As it was assumed that, they hadn't told their friends that they too will be parents as well. Return of congratulations to the couple was given and celebration at hand. Before James could step in, once again his phone had vibrated. Looking down to the screen and saw a private number shown, so he decided to destroy it instantly.
"Uncle Jimmy." Rachael happily called, smiling. He looked up to his niece and smiled back, walking towards her as he answered tenderly. "Yes, Rachael. I am coming dear."
Huddling and mingled within the cooing group, as he too gazed over the alerted and curious twins as they carefully looked to each face that gazed upon them. Then said, proudly to Rachael and Raphael. "They're so adorable, look like both of you."
Elsewhere, location secret….
Slamming the receiver on the holder, creating a loud clang as it met. Bishop gritted his teeth as he lowly grunted; angrily. Stockman stood close by and waited the next command, whilst heavily but quietly breathe. Then suddenly, bishop turned to stockman and ordered with a low commanding tone. "Search, and capture. Alive."
Stockman answered with a quick question before nodding, obediently. "Whom should we capture, agent bishop?"
"I want the valuable ones, the women is that understood?" bishop replied and stockman obeyed, nodding then answered. "Crystal clear, agent bishop."
Still stood in position before the command panel, as two or three federal soldiers configure hard on the location of the targets with the help of Stockman as the last known location they were able to trace was, outside North Hampton. Scheming a bait ploy, of attracting the targets to them. In other words how it is said, the hunter shall become the hunted.
But in this case, the targets are not exactly hunters although they are not easily assessable or easily captured. Then, in some ways they could be easily manipulated and possibly tricked out of hiding. A small tug upon his lips grew a sneer evil smile with a low chuckle as he schemed his ploy of attracting the targets to answer a cry of the innocent. Question is and was to be, will they take the bait or ignore and sacrifice them in order to protect their own.
Bishop knew all too well, his enemy isn't the type to sacrifice the innocent no matter whom they may be. The doors opened, and angry grunts of both the captured victim and two men that fought to keep her binded within their grasps as bishop turned around and faced the young woman.
"You, will draw out whom I wish to seek." Bishop ordered, sneering his smile as he glared at the girl. Only to receive a small amount of hot saliva upon his face, taking out his handkerchief and wiped away the substance then said. "Take her away, prepare her for the plan immediately."
Doing as command, taking the prey out from the room and then his prized weapon walked in. "Ready to begin hunting, my dear?" he asked, smiling.
Subject 061 smiled back, showing her long sharp pearly white teeth as she answered. "As ready, one can be."
"How about name, shall we?" he offered and she agreed, with a nod waiting. "Hmm, I think mystique. Should fit you perfectly, don't you think?"
With a nod and she replied. "Mystique, is perfect. But what should I call you? Maybe, father?" Mystique curiously wondered. Bishop chuckled and answered, delighted as he smiled.
"If you wish." Glaring deeply into her dark golden eyes as she smiled and he resumed. "Now, we have a score to settle with some old friends." Leading the way out of the room as she followed, asking curiously but somewhat confused. "Friends? Where are we to begin looking?"
Bishop chuckled again then looked over his shoulder to mystique, and answered. "You will lead us to them, my dear. With your keen of smell, you'll able to sniff them out easily."
Mystique said nothing, nodding and continued to follow as she was followed by the squadron of soldiers behind her. Finally, climbing into the back of a large black van and buckled in their assigned seats whilst others patched into their stations as bishop stood behind one, holding his hands behind his back.
"Drive." He commanded.
New York, Foot headquarters…
Karai was over the moon about her father's approval, but she also hadn't forgotten about the task at hand of tracking down the turtles and seeking revenge for what they had done, to her father one year before.
Although, Saki had returned to her but broken and yet. He fought to grow strong, ever since then. Day by day, he fights to regain his legs. His strength, even his honour. Sharpening, polishing her katana as she knelt down by her table and silently prayed whilst preparing herself for battle. Just as she sheathed her sword, light footsteps approached her blindside and then a tender loving touch upon her smooth and velvet neck, as her long ebony hair was gently pulled back and away. Exposing the calm pulsing throat as warm, moist and hungry mouth met her skin followed by a soft moan then a cradle of a bearded jaw that draped over her shoulder and nestled close as a pair of strong arms draped, and embraced her close.
She murred softly and said, tenderly. "You smell good. What cologne is that you are wearing, my love?"
Chaplin chuckled, kissed her shoulder then her neck as he answered whilst slowly undressing her from the robe she wore. "All spice with a hint of brut." Karai smiled, purring as she turned slightly and faced him. Cradling his cheek within the palm of her hand and gazed, seductively.
"Mmmm, just how I like it." Before he could chuckle or reply, a huge smile grew as he glared up to her as she hovered slightly then finally straddled upon.
"If you wanted to play, all you had to do was ask." He teased, sheepishly. Karai chuckled, kissed him tenderly and tore open his robe then softly breathe unto his collar, guiding her warm tongue slowly up his jugular then replied.
"Where is the fun in that?" chaplin grasped her arms, rolled over until he hovered over her and smirked as he said. "Can always, make it fun." Tenderly and passionately kissed her as she returned the kiss and ran her polished nails through his hair locks and grasp some within her fingers, deepening the kiss and moaned.
Draping her ankles around his waist, and tightly held with her thighs as he moaned softly. "Mmmm, ready to play?"
"Always." She purred.
Meanwhile, Saki sat in his wheelchair and blankly or somewhat glanced out to the world outside his room. Not only self-punishing himself but also silently hated what he had become, looking down to his right hand that possessed a tanto. Exhaled heavily and gruffly, completely ignored the door behind had suddenly opened and the visitor stepped through, carrying the clipboard with the paperwork of progressing results. Before this tender and polite woman noticed what was taking the attention of her patient as she walked closer, while reading the report as she half flipped the page as she said.
"Well, Mr Saki you have progress incredibly well and still not out of the." She paused, looking up when immediately dropped the clipboard then rushed to his side and without thinking, snatched the knife from his grasp and resumed with a worried question. "What on earth are you thinking, Mr Saki?"
He just glared at the woman, silent and with a cold glance that presented no sign of self-interest. Looking up to his dark brown eyes, gently caressed his cheek as she whispered assuring.
"Hey, everything is going to be ok."
Without warning, or realising what had just happened as she glared shocked when his lips locked with hers. Blinking surprised, and blushed darkly as she lightly moaned, then he pulled away with a soft whispery tone as he apologised. "Sorry."
Blushed more and softly smiled as she answered tenderly. "Apology accepted, Mr Saki."
"Oroku." He said, requesting. "Excuse me?" she replied. "Please, call me Oroku." He requested, with a smile and gently asked her name as she nodded. "What should I call you?"
"Yuriko." She finally answered, smiling with a bright crimson blush in her cheeks. Saki smiled tenderly and leaned closely, gently caressed her soft cheek and commented admirably.
"Yuriko."
Quickly looked down for a second and returned the gaze as their eyes, locked deeper and she blushed more. Biting her lower lip, and cleared her throat interrupting their moment. "Sorry, I'll be back."
Pulling away and picked the clipboard up, on her way out of the room. Leaving Saki by the window as he watched yuriko leave then returned staring out the window once the door closed. Yuriko exhaled, holding her chest as her heart begun to beat faster than usual as she were experiencing an anxiety attack whilst leaning against the latched door. Then reached up to her mouth, touching her lips as she tried to process and understand what exactly had happened. Shaking her head, to ignore the sudden event then resumed on her mission with aiding her patient to become as what he once was. Perhaps, due to the pressure of trying to understand whether he will walk again could possibly be daunting on his mind and was seeking what most, would do in wanting to succeed of having that last moment of satisfactory pleasure even it is just a kiss.
She may not know at that very moment, or may never know but presently she only seeks to ensure his journey is complete until his last moment, comes. Yuriko vows to help Saki unless he says otherwise. Finally walked down the hall, saying to herself. "You will walk, Oroku. You will walk again."
Mystique was the only name I could think of, for subject 061. The second successful clone of wolfjade as the original is the target. As she is the key to bishop's work, his genetic research. Anyway, onwards to the next chapter. I know, these chapters are short but only can what my muse allows me to write when I don't have a headache. Lol