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Three days later: Epilogue
Her plain back Brazil left in 24 hours. Tracker should have been packing. Instead, she sat at Donatello's lab desk tapping her foot. Something had been gnawing on him since he knocked on the door and asked her to follow. She hoped he would spit it out soon.
“Donnie.” She finally barked, stopping his pacing. “Tell me what's wrong.”
He sat down, stood up, took a few steps before stopping himself and turning to Tracker. When he finally began his words came out like a tidal wave.
“It’s about Bishop. When he was interrogating me he let something slip. He said he used to hunt ‘abominations’ even before he was turned into, whatever he is now. He was trying to scare me into talking and he said something. Umm…” He paused remembering the exact wording. “ ‘I even destroyed the largest lycanthrope populating in North America. Burned them out, I could do the same to you, freaks.’ “
Don held Tracker’s gaze. She realized her claws had morphed in and buried an inch into the table top. She pulled them out and assessed the damage.
“Oh.“
“I should have told you right away.”
“No, thank you.” She was staring at her hands. Half-heartedly attempting to pull back her claws. They didn’t seem to be moving.
“If you want to try to take him down, we're behind you. Sensei taught us to never seek after revenge, but he will just keep hurting people. I already talked to Leo, he agrees.”
“Does Mikey know?”
“Not yet.”
“Don, I won't pull him into this. I have to go to London. I should talk to Fang.”