Undiscovered Power
I figured since y'all loved the first one, I'd come back with a sequel, and the last was left with a cruel ending, so I had to make up for that. This is four months later, after Radical Transformation . . .
~
"There is no relation or pattern to these strange robberies which are occurring all over the City, and have been for at least five months. The police are asking citizens for any information about these criminals, and so far, thanks to the keen eyes of the public, we have been able to certify that six of these lawbreakers are male, and one female. Their targets have mostly been antique stores, taking a few of the smallest, but most valuable items while leaving the rest. And still, no one has any ideas of the location these crooks can be hiding. The police are constantly on the lookout for anything unusual, checking abandoned buildings and around the docks, generally where the most disturbances are reported. And in a last bit of advice to the anything-old and antique collectors, lock your possessions up safely and please, be on your guard; this is April O'Neil, Channel 3 News."
The Television clicked off.
"Anybody present who has something worth locking up, do so now," Mikey said, dropping the remote on the cushion he was sitting on as he was getting up off the couch. He walked over to the kitchen area where the smell of pizza was located. "Guess I oughtta go lock myself up, eh? Heh."
"Please do," Raph said from his seat on the armchair opposite Splinter's. His feet dangled over the chair arm while the top half of his shell lent against the other, stretched out length-ways. "Just give us the key."
Leo and Donny chuckled from their seats on the couch. Donny had a bowl of popcorn on his knee, in his own dish, which Mikey had painted to say 'Don-Don' in purple paint, underlined with a wobbly, but distinctive brown- painted Bo Staff.
"These have gotta be some pretty nifty crooks if they can escape the eyes of the public," Leo said, standing up. The muscle in his upper leg tightened visibly as he stood. Any small movement could be seen in the soft, flickering light of the twelve candles situated on top of the TV and the small table next to Splinter's chair. At the minute there was a problem with the circuitry of the lighting, since the old abandoned subway sewer was in need of a few repairs. Donny had taken a break to watch a film they had just finished, and then they had just caught April's six O'clock news report. The kitchen, fortunately for Mikey, had it's own battery powered light, and this was switched on at the minute to give the added light to the dark sub way. Also it helped Mikey make his pizza.
"Okay Don, back to work," Raph said, a small branch of grapes in his hand, from which he was picking them off, throwing them up and into his mouth.
Donny sighed. "It doesn't pay to be a genius." He stood up, dumped his bowl of popcorn in Leo's hands and disappeared up the steps into the darkness where the electricity board was.
Next they heard a rustle of clothes and a familiar voice call 'whoa!' near the ladder.
"Oh, sorry Casey," Donny's voice apologized.
"Why's it so dark?" Casey asked. His footsteps could be heard tapping on each step as he walked down the stairs. He emerged from the darkness a second later.
"Lighting failure," Leo shrugged, putting the 'Don-Don' bowl on the couch where Donny had been sat.
"Hey Casey - just in time for some pie!" Mikey called from the kitchen.
"Yeah, great," Casey muttered and then turned to Leo and Raph. "It's bust-some-heads mood, and I'm betting one night out and we c'n find out more about these crooks than the cops have."
"I'm in," Raph exclaimed, swinging himself off the chair arm and standing up.
"Guys, it's still light outside," Leo pointed out.
"Yeah well if we go see a movie, it'll be dark by the time it finishes," Raph said.
Leo sighed and rolled his eyes as Raph and Casey disappeared into the darkness and up the stairs, making their way blindly to the coat rack where Raph geared himself up.
Just then a quick, small but bright blue light lit up the power board and the turtle near it, throwing the bottom of the ladder into light.
"Ow!" Donny yelped as it buzzed, and the darkness returned. He picked his flashlight back up, clicked it on, looked at the beam of light, shrugged and continued to work. Leo rolled his eyes again as Mikey chuckled in the kitchen. Raph and Casey disappeared up the ladder. Leo turned around when he heard a soft sigh.
"Donatello is fixing the lighting, I assume?" Splinter spoke. The flickering candlelight danced over his face, making his whiskers stand out.
"Yeah," Leo replied.
"Where is Raphael?"
"He and Casey have gone back to 'head-busting', Sensei."
"Hey dudes, pizza's up!" Mikey called, bringing the large pie to the table behind the chair Raph had been sitting in. "Yo - Don-nay! Pizza!"
"Can't - working," came the reply.
"Your loss dude," Mikey shrugged. "More for me." He grabbed a slice. It steamed, and the cheese stretched from Mikey's slice to the remaining pizza. Mikey inhaled the aroma. "Ahhhh . .." he sighed, smiling. "Peetz - za."
"Uh, I guess I can eat while I work," Donny's voice floated out of the dark. "Bring me a slice, Mike."
Mikey grinned and picked up another pizza triangle. He walked into the darkness up the stairs, making his way to the small circle of light that came from Donny's flashlight.
()()()()
When the movie ended two hours later, the people streamed out of the cinema into the dark night; talking about the film they had just seen. Two people exited the building in silence, and didn't talk until they had rounded the corner.
"Man that was boring," Raph complained. His face was in shadows under the hat he wore, but his eyes glinted in the moonlight.
"But now comes the good parts," Casey said, referring to their night of head busting.
"Yeah, let's get goin'."
They took off at a small jog, making their way to the neighborhoods that are known to have rough gangs. They had not done any fighting with street vermin for a while. This was the first time in months, and both were glad they could get out and knock some scum down. All the pent up energy was bursting to get out, and both of them were happy to let it.
Their night didn't really get started until three hours after they had prowled the bad neighborhoods and made a bet on who could knock down more. They encountered a good dose of opponents; one large gang was a particular challenge, but the remaining punks standing scampered quickly. The rest they met were just small groups, or loners with smarmy personalities and big knives. There was no sign of the chosen target - the crooks who had been stealing antique items. That was, until three hours of beating up pests.
"Looks like my count beats yours," Casey said complacently, marking a tally chart he had drawn on the wall by adding another line to his column with one of Raph's Sais.
Raph made a 'pft' sound. "I guess you didn't see me take on more than half the gang while you were dancing with the runts." He spun around and threw his Sai at the wall. It embedded itself an inch into the solid brick, dead in the center of the circle of the 'R' that stood for his name on the tally.
Casey, who hadn't moved, raised an eyebrow slightly and pulled the Sai out.
"More than half?" Casey shook his head. "We should keep a better count. Then we'd know for sure who's buying the next pizza."
"Well I know who's buying tonight's pizza," Raph smiled under his fedora.
"Huh, you're just lucky I'm feeling generous," Casey said, handing back his friend's weapons.
They both turned and started to walk down the alleyway they were in to the street beyond, in the direction of a good pizzeria - but a scream pierced the night air, and they both glanced at each other before turning back and dashing down the dark street behind them. They ran down the road, and rounded the corner across the street. They noticed at once the window to a shop was smashed up, and they could hear hurried, hushed voices inside.
They both leaped through the window, and Casey landed on someone dressed in black clothing, and a gun in his hand. He grabbed the gun hand as it was pointed at his face and wrestled it away.
Raph saw that there were rows of shelves and glass cases holding antiques, and there were five other black clothed figures staring surprised at him and Casey from the back of the room. Two of them had knives and were holding them up in front of a man and a woman dressed in nightwear; the other three had brown sacs and appeared to have been filling them with the items on the shelves before Raph and Casey burst in.
"Get them!" One of the black clothed figures yelled, holding the knife in front of the storeowner. The voice had been that of a woman.
Three of them dropped their sacs and two ran at Raph while the third ran over to help his now pulp-fated comrade. Casey now had possession of the gun, but he looked at it disgustedly, locked the safety on and threw it away. He stood up just in time to catch the fist that was aiming for his face, and deliver his own.
The two crooks who had the knives grabbed the three sacs from the floor after seeing the way their pals were getting their asses kicked, and shouted out a retreat before disappearing into the back of the store, and taking the back door. The two owners looked relieved they were no longer being held at knifepoint, but when Raph's hat was kicked off, revealing his green face, they didn't feel so relived. Shoulders dropped, mouths opened and they dashed into another doorway, probably to call the police.
One of the two that were fighting Raph managed to detach himself from the brawl and ran to the back of the store and out the door the knife- wielding crooks went. He was followed shortly by one of Casey's bruised and battered opponents.
The other one fighting Casey was thrown to the floor. He caught sight of the gun and picked it up. Casey stopped in his tracks when the gun was aimed at him. The dude with the gun slowly backed up and switched from aiming it at Casey to aiming it at Raph, who's last opponent ran through the escape door.
"Isn't this the part where one of us says something corny like 'you'll never get away'?" Raph asked, rather relaxed considering he had the barrel of a gun pointing at him.
Casey made a thoughtful face and tilted his head, as though thinking deeply about it.
The man with the gun was frowning horrified at Raph as he slowly backed away.
"What - are you?" He spoke, voice quavering slightly.
Raph narrowed his eyes and let his coat slip off his arms and fall to the floor, letting the man get a full picture. Raph took an attack pose.
"You're worst nightmare," he growled in a low, dark voice.
The man's eyes widened to their fullest and he turned and dashed out of the store with his mouth wide open.
Raph stood back on his hunches and started laughing. Casey snorted.
"Let's follow this goon," Casey said, and took off with silent footsteps after the man. Raph picked up his coat and hat and followed.
Although the man had gotten a few seconds head start Raph and Casey soon picked up on his trail, having heard his heavy breathing as he dashed from one alleyway into another. He kept looking behind him a lot, forcing Casey and Raph to hide in shadows. They planned to follow him, and hopefully discover the criminals' hideout. At least they knew what the crooks looked like, which is more than the police knew. They tailed this man for twenty minutes, following him halfway across town, coming out of the bad streets and into the lightened ones where the traffic was busy. The man ran into a back alleyway, which was not lit up by the streetlamps, and into an exit door that led into a lit up room in a rundown snack bar with a boarded window.
Raph and Casey hid behind some large, empty boxes a few yards from the door and listened.
"This their hideout?" Casey asked, doubtfully.
"Nah, this is just a pit stop," Raph whispered. "They wouldn't set up in this area of town. It's too close to the police station."
Casey shushed Raph when he heard voices start to talk. Some of it wasn't very clear, but other bits were, and after several minutes they had discovered that these crooks were planning to break into the Museum and steal some ancient artifact. One of the voices belonged to a woman, the rest were men. When movement could be heard in the room, Casey peeked over the boxes to the room past the exit door. It was dark now, and the sound of a van roaring away disappeared too.
"They've gotta be nuts if they think they can just walk into a museum and steal an artifact," Raph said. "I mean, there've got guards, infer-red beams, coded padlocks, everything."
"Well, dunno about you, but I'd like to see how they plan to get by them," Casey said, stood up and walked to the lit up streets. Raph stood up and followed.
It took five minutes of running to reach the museum. The building was old, but magnificent looking, with Greek-like pillars on either side of the entrance. It was built entirely from stone, and it stood in the dark, with small lights surrounding the base lighting up about two meters from the ground with a soft glow. There was no van around, so the criminals must have stashed it somewhere out of sight. But where they themselves were Raph and Casey didn't know. They both sneaked around the back of the building, to find one of the fire exits doors open ajar. It looked pretty new compared to the rest of the building. They both looked about before they opened the door wider and slipped inside.
They met a small, dark, high corridor with many bends. They followed it, and as they did their eyes started to adjust to the blackness. Towards the end of the corridor was dim light, and they both bent low as they reached the opening to a walkway that went the whole way around the dark room below, with a staircase leading down in front of the corridor. In the room below was a typical museum show room, with glass cases at angles against the wall holding some of the most prize attractions in the building. Small lights built into the floor angled up and shone their glow at the cases, leaving the rest of the room in darkness.
"Don't tell me they've already gotten past that load of infer-red beams down there," Casey frowned, wondering where the criminals were.
A door to their right a few yards away opened, and Raph and Casey quickly hid behind the wall of the corridor, having nowhere else to hide. They listened to the voices of those they heard back at the rundown snack store.
"Make sure that guard is tied up," one of the deep voices commanded. But it was not male. "I don't want anything to go wrong now we know we're onto the one piece . . ."
The footsteps drew nearer to the corridor, and Raph and Casey pressed their backs against the wall. Raph's shell made a muffled thud through his coat, and he glanced at Casey.
The voice continued. They had not heard it. The woman who was in front of the group turned to speak with the others just as she reached the corridor entrance, and then turned to go down the stairs. She did not see the two figures pressed against the wall, and neither did the other five members of her crooked gang as they watched her speak. She spoke thickly, but it was clear from her tone that she was one of the leaders. The male who spoke with the same tone was obviously another.
Casey's shoulders dropped as he let out an invisible sigh. Then they both moved onto their knees and crawled closer to the railing so they could watch the group at the bottom. The tall man who was in charge along with the woman pulled something out of his pocket. It looked like a flat TV remote control, but because of the poor light Raph and Casey could not see properly.
The man's thumb moved over the remote control and pushed a button. Humming filled the room, and then it died, and clicked. The small red lights around the base of the room clicked off, and Raph and Casey could only guess that the infer-red beams had just been shut off. Casey turned to Raph.
"We're dealing with Donatellos here," he hissed.
The six criminals quickly took advantage of the dead security and walked freely into the room. They were looking for something, and what was odd was that they were not stealing any of the objects in the cases.
"You all know what it looks like," the man with the remote control spoke in a low voice. "It is a small, triangular piece, with the purple crystal Eye in the center. Find it quickly. We have little time before the alarm systems will override my controls."
"Nice of them to tell us what they're searching for," Casey said quietly.
"Yeah," Raph said, watching the group. "Let's find it first."
He and Casey stood, bent low, and ran soundlessly along the walkway and through another door on the opposite side of the room. They entered a similar room, but this one had not only glass cases, but tables with a glass protection screen, and windows in the walls looking into small holes where objects stood or laid.
"Case, you check those cases," Raph said, pointing to three glass cases, then smiled.
Casey rolled his eyes and ran silently over to them. Inside they had two objects, one facing to the center of the room, the other facing the walls. None of the three cases held anything small and triangular.
Suddenly a shrill siren ripped through the air and to their eardrums. In a heartbeat they had both dashed to the stairs, covering their ears against the earsplitting noise. The sound of running feet started to get louder, and they guessed it wasn't the group of crooks. Just as they reached the door into the other room, the door downstairs across the room flew open and five guards strode in, more behind. Raph and Casey dashed through the door in time to hear one of the black clothed figures yell, "I've got it!" and run with the rest of them up the stairs and into the corridor. Raph and Casey sped down the walkway just as the downstairs door banged open and the guards flooded in.
"Up there!" One of them shouted.
But Raph and Casey had already disappeared by the time he had finished talking, and they burst out of the fire exit door a few seconds later. Only to be met by two police officers.
"Freeze!" One of them yelled, holding a gun at them. The other cop was holding a baton.
Raph glanced at Casey before he cartwheeled to the side and Casey rolled forward and brought his legs around and knocked the cop's feet from under him.
Raph knocked the other one down and they both ran before anyone else could stop them. They made it into a dark alleyway.
"Well whatever those crooks wanted," Casey panted. "They got it."
~
This was a I-had-to-think-about-it-real-hard sequel, lol. I did already have one thought up ages ago but it meant the turtles being caught by scientists and - well, if I put that one up ya'll would have thought me real evil and hated me. I am so sorry about the crappy name, but it took me 2 months of frustration to think of something that might tie with everything in this fic, and I couldn't think of anything. Hope ya like the story anyway ;)
I figured since y'all loved the first one, I'd come back with a sequel, and the last was left with a cruel ending, so I had to make up for that. This is four months later, after Radical Transformation . . .
~
"There is no relation or pattern to these strange robberies which are occurring all over the City, and have been for at least five months. The police are asking citizens for any information about these criminals, and so far, thanks to the keen eyes of the public, we have been able to certify that six of these lawbreakers are male, and one female. Their targets have mostly been antique stores, taking a few of the smallest, but most valuable items while leaving the rest. And still, no one has any ideas of the location these crooks can be hiding. The police are constantly on the lookout for anything unusual, checking abandoned buildings and around the docks, generally where the most disturbances are reported. And in a last bit of advice to the anything-old and antique collectors, lock your possessions up safely and please, be on your guard; this is April O'Neil, Channel 3 News."
The Television clicked off.
"Anybody present who has something worth locking up, do so now," Mikey said, dropping the remote on the cushion he was sitting on as he was getting up off the couch. He walked over to the kitchen area where the smell of pizza was located. "Guess I oughtta go lock myself up, eh? Heh."
"Please do," Raph said from his seat on the armchair opposite Splinter's. His feet dangled over the chair arm while the top half of his shell lent against the other, stretched out length-ways. "Just give us the key."
Leo and Donny chuckled from their seats on the couch. Donny had a bowl of popcorn on his knee, in his own dish, which Mikey had painted to say 'Don-Don' in purple paint, underlined with a wobbly, but distinctive brown- painted Bo Staff.
"These have gotta be some pretty nifty crooks if they can escape the eyes of the public," Leo said, standing up. The muscle in his upper leg tightened visibly as he stood. Any small movement could be seen in the soft, flickering light of the twelve candles situated on top of the TV and the small table next to Splinter's chair. At the minute there was a problem with the circuitry of the lighting, since the old abandoned subway sewer was in need of a few repairs. Donny had taken a break to watch a film they had just finished, and then they had just caught April's six O'clock news report. The kitchen, fortunately for Mikey, had it's own battery powered light, and this was switched on at the minute to give the added light to the dark sub way. Also it helped Mikey make his pizza.
"Okay Don, back to work," Raph said, a small branch of grapes in his hand, from which he was picking them off, throwing them up and into his mouth.
Donny sighed. "It doesn't pay to be a genius." He stood up, dumped his bowl of popcorn in Leo's hands and disappeared up the steps into the darkness where the electricity board was.
Next they heard a rustle of clothes and a familiar voice call 'whoa!' near the ladder.
"Oh, sorry Casey," Donny's voice apologized.
"Why's it so dark?" Casey asked. His footsteps could be heard tapping on each step as he walked down the stairs. He emerged from the darkness a second later.
"Lighting failure," Leo shrugged, putting the 'Don-Don' bowl on the couch where Donny had been sat.
"Hey Casey - just in time for some pie!" Mikey called from the kitchen.
"Yeah, great," Casey muttered and then turned to Leo and Raph. "It's bust-some-heads mood, and I'm betting one night out and we c'n find out more about these crooks than the cops have."
"I'm in," Raph exclaimed, swinging himself off the chair arm and standing up.
"Guys, it's still light outside," Leo pointed out.
"Yeah well if we go see a movie, it'll be dark by the time it finishes," Raph said.
Leo sighed and rolled his eyes as Raph and Casey disappeared into the darkness and up the stairs, making their way blindly to the coat rack where Raph geared himself up.
Just then a quick, small but bright blue light lit up the power board and the turtle near it, throwing the bottom of the ladder into light.
"Ow!" Donny yelped as it buzzed, and the darkness returned. He picked his flashlight back up, clicked it on, looked at the beam of light, shrugged and continued to work. Leo rolled his eyes again as Mikey chuckled in the kitchen. Raph and Casey disappeared up the ladder. Leo turned around when he heard a soft sigh.
"Donatello is fixing the lighting, I assume?" Splinter spoke. The flickering candlelight danced over his face, making his whiskers stand out.
"Yeah," Leo replied.
"Where is Raphael?"
"He and Casey have gone back to 'head-busting', Sensei."
"Hey dudes, pizza's up!" Mikey called, bringing the large pie to the table behind the chair Raph had been sitting in. "Yo - Don-nay! Pizza!"
"Can't - working," came the reply.
"Your loss dude," Mikey shrugged. "More for me." He grabbed a slice. It steamed, and the cheese stretched from Mikey's slice to the remaining pizza. Mikey inhaled the aroma. "Ahhhh . .." he sighed, smiling. "Peetz - za."
"Uh, I guess I can eat while I work," Donny's voice floated out of the dark. "Bring me a slice, Mike."
Mikey grinned and picked up another pizza triangle. He walked into the darkness up the stairs, making his way to the small circle of light that came from Donny's flashlight.
()()()()
When the movie ended two hours later, the people streamed out of the cinema into the dark night; talking about the film they had just seen. Two people exited the building in silence, and didn't talk until they had rounded the corner.
"Man that was boring," Raph complained. His face was in shadows under the hat he wore, but his eyes glinted in the moonlight.
"But now comes the good parts," Casey said, referring to their night of head busting.
"Yeah, let's get goin'."
They took off at a small jog, making their way to the neighborhoods that are known to have rough gangs. They had not done any fighting with street vermin for a while. This was the first time in months, and both were glad they could get out and knock some scum down. All the pent up energy was bursting to get out, and both of them were happy to let it.
Their night didn't really get started until three hours after they had prowled the bad neighborhoods and made a bet on who could knock down more. They encountered a good dose of opponents; one large gang was a particular challenge, but the remaining punks standing scampered quickly. The rest they met were just small groups, or loners with smarmy personalities and big knives. There was no sign of the chosen target - the crooks who had been stealing antique items. That was, until three hours of beating up pests.
"Looks like my count beats yours," Casey said complacently, marking a tally chart he had drawn on the wall by adding another line to his column with one of Raph's Sais.
Raph made a 'pft' sound. "I guess you didn't see me take on more than half the gang while you were dancing with the runts." He spun around and threw his Sai at the wall. It embedded itself an inch into the solid brick, dead in the center of the circle of the 'R' that stood for his name on the tally.
Casey, who hadn't moved, raised an eyebrow slightly and pulled the Sai out.
"More than half?" Casey shook his head. "We should keep a better count. Then we'd know for sure who's buying the next pizza."
"Well I know who's buying tonight's pizza," Raph smiled under his fedora.
"Huh, you're just lucky I'm feeling generous," Casey said, handing back his friend's weapons.
They both turned and started to walk down the alleyway they were in to the street beyond, in the direction of a good pizzeria - but a scream pierced the night air, and they both glanced at each other before turning back and dashing down the dark street behind them. They ran down the road, and rounded the corner across the street. They noticed at once the window to a shop was smashed up, and they could hear hurried, hushed voices inside.
They both leaped through the window, and Casey landed on someone dressed in black clothing, and a gun in his hand. He grabbed the gun hand as it was pointed at his face and wrestled it away.
Raph saw that there were rows of shelves and glass cases holding antiques, and there were five other black clothed figures staring surprised at him and Casey from the back of the room. Two of them had knives and were holding them up in front of a man and a woman dressed in nightwear; the other three had brown sacs and appeared to have been filling them with the items on the shelves before Raph and Casey burst in.
"Get them!" One of the black clothed figures yelled, holding the knife in front of the storeowner. The voice had been that of a woman.
Three of them dropped their sacs and two ran at Raph while the third ran over to help his now pulp-fated comrade. Casey now had possession of the gun, but he looked at it disgustedly, locked the safety on and threw it away. He stood up just in time to catch the fist that was aiming for his face, and deliver his own.
The two crooks who had the knives grabbed the three sacs from the floor after seeing the way their pals were getting their asses kicked, and shouted out a retreat before disappearing into the back of the store, and taking the back door. The two owners looked relieved they were no longer being held at knifepoint, but when Raph's hat was kicked off, revealing his green face, they didn't feel so relived. Shoulders dropped, mouths opened and they dashed into another doorway, probably to call the police.
One of the two that were fighting Raph managed to detach himself from the brawl and ran to the back of the store and out the door the knife- wielding crooks went. He was followed shortly by one of Casey's bruised and battered opponents.
The other one fighting Casey was thrown to the floor. He caught sight of the gun and picked it up. Casey stopped in his tracks when the gun was aimed at him. The dude with the gun slowly backed up and switched from aiming it at Casey to aiming it at Raph, who's last opponent ran through the escape door.
"Isn't this the part where one of us says something corny like 'you'll never get away'?" Raph asked, rather relaxed considering he had the barrel of a gun pointing at him.
Casey made a thoughtful face and tilted his head, as though thinking deeply about it.
The man with the gun was frowning horrified at Raph as he slowly backed away.
"What - are you?" He spoke, voice quavering slightly.
Raph narrowed his eyes and let his coat slip off his arms and fall to the floor, letting the man get a full picture. Raph took an attack pose.
"You're worst nightmare," he growled in a low, dark voice.
The man's eyes widened to their fullest and he turned and dashed out of the store with his mouth wide open.
Raph stood back on his hunches and started laughing. Casey snorted.
"Let's follow this goon," Casey said, and took off with silent footsteps after the man. Raph picked up his coat and hat and followed.
Although the man had gotten a few seconds head start Raph and Casey soon picked up on his trail, having heard his heavy breathing as he dashed from one alleyway into another. He kept looking behind him a lot, forcing Casey and Raph to hide in shadows. They planned to follow him, and hopefully discover the criminals' hideout. At least they knew what the crooks looked like, which is more than the police knew. They tailed this man for twenty minutes, following him halfway across town, coming out of the bad streets and into the lightened ones where the traffic was busy. The man ran into a back alleyway, which was not lit up by the streetlamps, and into an exit door that led into a lit up room in a rundown snack bar with a boarded window.
Raph and Casey hid behind some large, empty boxes a few yards from the door and listened.
"This their hideout?" Casey asked, doubtfully.
"Nah, this is just a pit stop," Raph whispered. "They wouldn't set up in this area of town. It's too close to the police station."
Casey shushed Raph when he heard voices start to talk. Some of it wasn't very clear, but other bits were, and after several minutes they had discovered that these crooks were planning to break into the Museum and steal some ancient artifact. One of the voices belonged to a woman, the rest were men. When movement could be heard in the room, Casey peeked over the boxes to the room past the exit door. It was dark now, and the sound of a van roaring away disappeared too.
"They've gotta be nuts if they think they can just walk into a museum and steal an artifact," Raph said. "I mean, there've got guards, infer-red beams, coded padlocks, everything."
"Well, dunno about you, but I'd like to see how they plan to get by them," Casey said, stood up and walked to the lit up streets. Raph stood up and followed.
It took five minutes of running to reach the museum. The building was old, but magnificent looking, with Greek-like pillars on either side of the entrance. It was built entirely from stone, and it stood in the dark, with small lights surrounding the base lighting up about two meters from the ground with a soft glow. There was no van around, so the criminals must have stashed it somewhere out of sight. But where they themselves were Raph and Casey didn't know. They both sneaked around the back of the building, to find one of the fire exits doors open ajar. It looked pretty new compared to the rest of the building. They both looked about before they opened the door wider and slipped inside.
They met a small, dark, high corridor with many bends. They followed it, and as they did their eyes started to adjust to the blackness. Towards the end of the corridor was dim light, and they both bent low as they reached the opening to a walkway that went the whole way around the dark room below, with a staircase leading down in front of the corridor. In the room below was a typical museum show room, with glass cases at angles against the wall holding some of the most prize attractions in the building. Small lights built into the floor angled up and shone their glow at the cases, leaving the rest of the room in darkness.
"Don't tell me they've already gotten past that load of infer-red beams down there," Casey frowned, wondering where the criminals were.
A door to their right a few yards away opened, and Raph and Casey quickly hid behind the wall of the corridor, having nowhere else to hide. They listened to the voices of those they heard back at the rundown snack store.
"Make sure that guard is tied up," one of the deep voices commanded. But it was not male. "I don't want anything to go wrong now we know we're onto the one piece . . ."
The footsteps drew nearer to the corridor, and Raph and Casey pressed their backs against the wall. Raph's shell made a muffled thud through his coat, and he glanced at Casey.
The voice continued. They had not heard it. The woman who was in front of the group turned to speak with the others just as she reached the corridor entrance, and then turned to go down the stairs. She did not see the two figures pressed against the wall, and neither did the other five members of her crooked gang as they watched her speak. She spoke thickly, but it was clear from her tone that she was one of the leaders. The male who spoke with the same tone was obviously another.
Casey's shoulders dropped as he let out an invisible sigh. Then they both moved onto their knees and crawled closer to the railing so they could watch the group at the bottom. The tall man who was in charge along with the woman pulled something out of his pocket. It looked like a flat TV remote control, but because of the poor light Raph and Casey could not see properly.
The man's thumb moved over the remote control and pushed a button. Humming filled the room, and then it died, and clicked. The small red lights around the base of the room clicked off, and Raph and Casey could only guess that the infer-red beams had just been shut off. Casey turned to Raph.
"We're dealing with Donatellos here," he hissed.
The six criminals quickly took advantage of the dead security and walked freely into the room. They were looking for something, and what was odd was that they were not stealing any of the objects in the cases.
"You all know what it looks like," the man with the remote control spoke in a low voice. "It is a small, triangular piece, with the purple crystal Eye in the center. Find it quickly. We have little time before the alarm systems will override my controls."
"Nice of them to tell us what they're searching for," Casey said quietly.
"Yeah," Raph said, watching the group. "Let's find it first."
He and Casey stood, bent low, and ran soundlessly along the walkway and through another door on the opposite side of the room. They entered a similar room, but this one had not only glass cases, but tables with a glass protection screen, and windows in the walls looking into small holes where objects stood or laid.
"Case, you check those cases," Raph said, pointing to three glass cases, then smiled.
Casey rolled his eyes and ran silently over to them. Inside they had two objects, one facing to the center of the room, the other facing the walls. None of the three cases held anything small and triangular.
Suddenly a shrill siren ripped through the air and to their eardrums. In a heartbeat they had both dashed to the stairs, covering their ears against the earsplitting noise. The sound of running feet started to get louder, and they guessed it wasn't the group of crooks. Just as they reached the door into the other room, the door downstairs across the room flew open and five guards strode in, more behind. Raph and Casey dashed through the door in time to hear one of the black clothed figures yell, "I've got it!" and run with the rest of them up the stairs and into the corridor. Raph and Casey sped down the walkway just as the downstairs door banged open and the guards flooded in.
"Up there!" One of them shouted.
But Raph and Casey had already disappeared by the time he had finished talking, and they burst out of the fire exit door a few seconds later. Only to be met by two police officers.
"Freeze!" One of them yelled, holding a gun at them. The other cop was holding a baton.
Raph glanced at Casey before he cartwheeled to the side and Casey rolled forward and brought his legs around and knocked the cop's feet from under him.
Raph knocked the other one down and they both ran before anyone else could stop them. They made it into a dark alleyway.
"Well whatever those crooks wanted," Casey panted. "They got it."
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This was a I-had-to-think-about-it-real-hard sequel, lol. I did already have one thought up ages ago but it meant the turtles being caught by scientists and - well, if I put that one up ya'll would have thought me real evil and hated me. I am so sorry about the crappy name, but it took me 2 months of frustration to think of something that might tie with everything in this fic, and I couldn't think of anything. Hope ya like the story anyway ;)