New Sights, Old Voices

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POV: Third Person

The wind whipped through the night, small rocks fell off a massive wall on the outskirts of New York City. Men covered in all-black suits were walking back and forth on the wall, taking their small patrols. A small but muscly-built person walked on the highway towards the wall. They were more masculine but had some feminine features, they wore a black suit with dark reddish pink tints and a designed fox mask and a hood that covered their hair with small bits of vibrant reddish-pink hair.

"You there stop!" One of the men commanded the second he saw them.

"Whoa, there don't shoot just here on business terms." They tried defusing the situation. The other men did the opposite and point their weapons at them. "Of course, that didn't work. Umm, I'm here on.. What was it.. Snake.. No.. Umm." They frustratedly started going through the sachel they had on them for what already seemed like an awkwardly long time. Some of the guards lowered their weapons and looked at who could assume was the head of this wall. He did a small signal with his hand and the guards tensed up and pointed their weapons back. The person pulled out a piece of paper, exaggerated for the guards to see, and started reading from it. "Right, I'm here on Offical Serpent terms." They finally said breathing a small sigh of relief. The guards put down their weapons and nodded. A huge door creaked slightly open to let the person in. They walked forward through the door and before the door closed two of the guards hopped down the wall quickly and walked with the person. "Umm, I think I can walk there myself." They said confused.

"It is protocol for us to join you to your destination." He said almost scolding.

"Suit yourself." The person shrugged off and the three of them started walking into the city.

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POV: ??? (The Person)

It took the three of us an hour to walk to Shredder's new lair when it should have taken me thirty minutes to hop from building to building to get here. I was already late as is cause it took Azzy, my SparrowHawk, forever to get to where he needed to go. When we entered a huge bone wolf and a robotic fish came out of the main doors.

"Who's this?" The wolf asks one of the soldiers in a grime-deep voice.

"He says that he has business with the Shredder." He answers, continuing to walk toward the doors.

"Ha good luck with him." The fish laughs "He's a bit hotheaded at the moment."

"Would be surprised if he weren't." I say crossing my arm with a small smirk.

"What you all of a sudden know the Shredder." The wolf asks all of a sudden annoyed.

"Not really "all of a sudden" but yes I know him, I also know he's gonna be ticked off that I'm almost three days late so if you would excuse me." I say walking into the doors. The doors close behind me and I keep walking up.

"Who are you?" A voice growls. "You think you can just barge into Shredder's lair." He growls pointing his gun at me, I stop and glare at him. A large muscular tiger man was standing right next to Shredder who was sitting on his throne much like the one in Japan. Shredder holds up his hand and the Tiger puts his gun back in its holster.

"Good Kitty." I say under my breath, he growls hearing me.

"Why are you late, Cam?" Shredder asks in his regular ticked-off voice.

"Bird problems mostly; took Azzy forever to find me and not to mention I was a day flight out from here." (A/N: Hehe. So many unknown things about this character.) Shredder took a long heavy sigh and stood up from his throne.

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