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There were only two things you needed to know about Raphael Splinterson:
- He loved his family more than anything in the world.
- He would do anything for his family to be safe.
And I, the clever Agent John Bishop, was about to use these two things to my advantage.
My voice booms over the PA system, addressing the red banded and furious turtle in one of my compounds.
“Ah, Raphael. I believe I have what you’re looking for.”
I watch from my cameras as the turtle who’d been previously tearing apart my laboratory and the people in it, looks up at the PA.
The cameras were equipped with microphones, so I hear every rage dripping word he says.
“Where.”
“Ah. Ah. Ah. First, you have to stop tearing up everything I own. Also stop killing my scientists please.”
Raphael drops the piece of equipment he was holding, placing his sai back in its holder, and scowling up at the camera nearest to him.
“Good. Now if you wish to find what you are looking for, head into the next hallway, fourth door on the left.”
Upon hearing the instructions, Raphael sprints away from my camera. I watch as in the turtles haste, he doesn’t notice his sai’s falling out of their holders. I lean back in my chair, softly chuckling to myself at a plan well executed.
Then I switch to the camera of that hallway.
Raphael sprints into the hallway, worry on his face. He visibly counts the doors, before getting to the fourth one on the left.
I switch to the cameras on the inside of that room as the door bangs open.
On the wall, is a chained up, unconscious Michelangelo.
Raphael basically roars in fury, running to his little brother.
However, when his hands encounter the orange turtle, they phase right through.
The door slams shut, locking automatically with at least six different locks.
The hologram of Michelangelo fades away, and my laugh roars through the PA system.
Raphael looks thoroughly confused, so I explain it to him in layman’s terms.
“It was a hologram Raphael. I do not in fact have your youngest brother.”
A brief look of relief crosses the turtles face, before realization rears its ugly head.
“So I’m your guinea pig instead.”
“Exactly.”
“As long as you leave the rest of my family alone.”
“You know I can’t do that Raphael.”
“You better.”
“I’m afraid I can’t honor that request.”
The turtle reaches for his weapons, then visibly sags when he finds his holders empty.
“What’d you do with my sai’s?”
“Ah, that was all you. They fell out of their holders in your haste.”
The turtle curses. Then he rears back his fist and punches the door.
The metal isn’t affected at all, though apparently Raphael is.
He shakes his fist like it’s on fire, cursing under his breath all the while.
“Ah. I wouldn’t bother trying to break open the door. See, it’s solid titanium, six inches thick. All of the room is.”
“You’re sick.”
“Thank you.”
“Wasn’t a compliment.”
“Don’t test me turtle, this room can be electrified at any moments notice.”
“Yeah right, ya wouldn’t want hurt you precious experiment.”
A red button sits on my desk. I speak into the PA.
“Actually Raphael, quite the opposite.”
I slam a fist down on the button and the screams of the red banded turtle fill the monitor room.
A smirk graces my face.
One down, three to go.