Empty Promises
"You make a lot of promises you can't keep, don't you?" The Foot soldier murmured as they stood guard over Leo's unconscious body.
Disclaimer: Nickelodeon owns the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles etc (in other words I don't own the characters), I'm not making a profit of this, just writing for fun, so please don't waste your money trying to sue a pauper.
Warnings: Contains bad language.
Author's Note: This is just a story because a cyber-bully promised to increase my review count, by flaming every story I wrote on this site. I felt that I can't let them down, so I've decided to use their behaviour, to make me write so many new stories, that they will have to make it a full time job to flame them all!
For everyone else, don't worry if you see their flame reviews. I've decided to see the positive, and use their attention seeking behaviour to make me write more, rather than fewer stories.
I'll be updating this story as often as I can, but the chapters will probably be much shorter than my readers are used to.
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Foot Soldier's POV
I'm running along the rooftops, trying to evade the large angry turtle, who is hot in pursuit of me, as I clutch at the roll of stolen blueprints in my hands. I'm fast, but the mutant is stubbornly staying on my arse.
I spot a crowd, and rip off my head covering as I slip into the group of Goth's coming out of the movie theatre. I'm wearing black, so I blend in nicely. The group moves into the subway, and I'm able to slip away unseen.
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Leo's POV
"ChikushÅ!" I curse, as I make my way home.
That Foot soldier was much smarter than the average recruit. He'd stolen the plans to the Channel Six building, making me concerned for April and her cameraman's safety. I'd almost caught up with him, but he managed to vanish into a crowd of Goth's. Sadly, since the Foot Clan recruits from every nationality, it's tricky to tell them apart in a crowd.
My brother's have already made it home, by the time I return empty-handed. The feeling of failure is overwhelming.
I greet my brothers with "Gomen'nasai!"
"What happened? Where's the blueprints?" Donnie looked me up and down with his goggles.
"The Foot soldier managed to give me the slip in a crowd of Goths, by the old theatre." I slumped into the nearest beanbag with a groan.
"What!" Raph ground out, looking pissed at me, but for once, trying to rein it in.
"Have you contacted April to let her know?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"Of course they have!" April said, as she and her cameraman Vern came into the room, with what looked like overnight bags.
"We've let our boss know that the Foot Clan have stolen the blueprints, so they've put in extra security anyway, but we're gonna stay here for a little while, just to be on the safe side, that's what you Sensei said anyway." Vern added, struggling with his bags and a stack of pizzas.
The sight of the pizza's caused Mikey to spring into action, as he dived over the sofa in a theatrical roll, and made short work of relieving Vern of the boxes.
Sensei came back out at the smell of pizza boxes opening, and I de-briefed everyone from where I was slumped, not having the energy to even fight Mikey for a slice of pepperoni pizza.
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Japanese Translations:
"ChikushÅ!" means "Damn it!"
"Gomen'nasai!"means "I'm Sorry!"
Any translations are done using Google translate app. I apologise in advance if the translations are a bit weak or wrong.