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06 || 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝟑 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲

For three consecutive nights, Violetta moves across the urban landscape, always maintaining a careful distance from her targets.

Violetta crouches behind a water tower on a midtown rooftop, her breathing controlled and steady despite having tracked movements across six city blocks. Her Foot Clan training serves her well—she moves without sound, blending into the shadows so completely that even the vigilant ninja turtles remain unaware of her presence.

She's particularly focused on the one with the purple mask and bo staff. The brains of the operations. Donatello.

Her small digital tablet displays a map of the city where she's been meticulously marking patterns, timestamps, and routes. Violetta has noted that, unlike his brothers, Donatello often branches off alone for approximately 47 minutes each night, following a predictable circuit that takes him past various electronics stores, university research buildings, and communication hubs.

On this third night, she allows herself a slight smile of satisfaction. The pattern is confirmed. Donatello's solo excursions happen between 1:14 AM and 2:01 AM, with minimal deviation. He uses the same three rest points, always pausing at the second one, which is East Village, to work on some small device or check readings on equipment he carries. How convenient for her.

Violetta slips her tablet into her sleek backpack and melts backward into the darkness. She's seen enough. Soon, she won't be merely observing.

As she makes her way back to her safe house, Violetta reviews what she's learned about the turtle's movements. His patterns are logical and predictable. And in her line of work, predictability is a weakness that can be exploited.

Now... she needs a new identity.

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𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝟏𝟏:𝟎𝟑 𝐏𝐌

Back home where her masters were, Violetta stood in a room with ancient Japanese tapestries hung incongruously alongside modern surveillance equipment. Armed Foot Soldiers stood at attention near the entrance, their faces impassive behind their masks.

Violetta—now blonde-haired, brown-eyed, and answering to "Indigo Everhart" knelt before Master Shredder, who sat shrouded in shadow. Karai and Eric were there as well, hands folded behind their backs. "The first phase was executed as planned," Violetta reported, eyes fixed on the floor. "The target subjects have been engaged and assessed."

"And your evaluation?" The voice from the shadows was female, smooth as silk but cold as steel. It was Karai.

"All four demonstrate the combat capabilities described in our intelligence. Leonardo leads with discipline and strategy. Raphael relies on strength and aggression. Michelangelo is unpredictable but lacks focus."

"And the fourth? The one you were specifically tasked to observe?" Eric Sacks asked her.

Violetta hesitated, an almost imperceptible pause that she knew Shredder would notice. "Donatello is as reported. Analytical. Perceptive. His combat approach mirrors advanced pattern recognition algorithms. He detected my presence immediately at the police station."

A slender hand emerged from the shadows, beckoning her closer. Violetta approached, stopping three steps from the shadows. "You sound impressed," Shredder observed, voice dangerously soft.

"I am evaluating objectively," Violetta replied carefully to her master. "His intelligence makes him both the greatest threat and the ideal entry point."