Donnie The Mind Reader

That's Classified

The human laid on the mat after Raph dragged them back into the dance studio.

"Is April dead?" Leo walks in.

"No. Don't be rude Leo. I just found her passed out outside when I was looking for Don." Raph explained.

"Ugh, my head." August wakes up groggy.

"Are you ok, miss? You're lucky that the bullet didn't go through this vest thing you were wearing." Raph shows the beaten up binder.

"Give me that back and I'm not a lady." August snatches it back and turns away to put it back on.

"You're not? Then why is your chest-" Leo starts to question.

"I'm working on it." August huffs.

"Oh, well ok then *Mr*. My name's Raph. What's yours?" Raph introduces himself.

"The name's uh, August. August O'neil. Also- Oh my goodness he got them!" August snaps out of his cool demeanor as soon as he remembers earlier.

"Got who?" Leo asked.

"Donnie, was- I can't tell you. That's classified." August bites his tongue before he could spill out the secret.

"Did something happen to my step sibling? Because when I came to pick them up I couldn't find Don anywhere." Leo demanded.

"Please tell us Ap- I-I mean, August. You can tell us anything." Raph quickly corrects himself.

"Well the spy organization is probably going to kick me out anyways." August sighs. "Fine but you have to swear you won't tell anybody. It could cause a massive public panic."

"We promise." The two turtles nod in agreement.

"Ok, it all started with the mad Dr. Bishop. Long ago he was kidnapped by this small group of aliens and when he escaped he created the Earth Protection Force. Now the E.P.F experiments on kids to turn them into supernatural soldiers. No doubt that's where they're taking Don." August explained with a heavy heart.

"Then that's where we're going too." Leo declared.

"Are you guys sure you can handle it? The E.P.F is no joke." August warned.

"Yeah, nobody messes with my step-siblings but me." Leo said stubbornly.

"Alright, then let's get moving." August stretched to shake off the nagging pain in his bones, making a tough cracking sound.

Meanwhile, deep underground in the E.P.F secret lab:

Don hands were cuffed together as E.P.F agents drags them through the long halls. Filled with cells of dozens of aliens in all shapes and sizes.

"What are the aliens planning?!" Bishop demands as he points to the soft-shell.

"I-I don't know." Donnie flinches at the aggressive yelling.

"I don't want to hear excuses!" Bishop barks out.

"Ok ok. Just give me a minute, it's hard to focus with so many people in one room." Donnie squeaks out quickly.

"You heard the telepathic. All of you, out!" Bishop orders the agents with a snap of his fingers.

"Yes sir!" All of the agents salute before leaving the area.

"That good enough for you pathetic lab rat?" Bishop yanks on the cuffs on the soft-shell as they nod vigorously out of fear. "Then get to it." He throws the turtle into the cell with one of the aliens and leaves.

"Ow. Ok deep breath Donatella. Deep breath. You got this." The turtle mumbles to themselves.

"Are you ok?" The krang asked, through telepathic communication.

"Ah! Whoa, you can read minds too?" Donna was shocked.

"Yes. Back in my home world we all communicate through the mind. Oh where are my manners? My name is Irma. You must be Donatella. I've heard a lot about you while being stuck here." Irma offers a helpful purplish tentacle.

"I am, and it's best you don't tell Bishop your powers or he'll really freak out." Donnie responded as they got up.

"I see and judging by that camera up there, he's probably watching us right now." Irma motioned to the camera up in the corner subtly.

"I would be surprised if he didn't. Sorry he got you too." Donna holds their legs tight.

"Hey if you got out once, surely together we can escape." Irma said optimistically.

"Doubt it. I got lucky the last time and all the passwords to the doors here are in Bishop's head. Who had his skull plated so you can't read his mind." Donnie explained.

"Dang, and I thought the dictator back in Dimension X was extreme." Irma reflected on his pass.

"Have you been on Earth for long?" Donnie asked.

"Yeah, even pretend to be a human in this robotic body I made. Luckily for me I'm much smaller than most krangs so I was able to fit right in. It was fun." Irma said smiling.

"What's your favorite part about Earth?" Don question.

"Oh, definitely all the tasty sweets! My absolute favorite would have to be the uh what do you call it? Oh, ice cream, they're the best! I've never felt so free and happy before." Irma told the soft-shell with delight. "Back in Dimension X everybody was so violent. It's actually why I left in the first place."

"Sounds rough buddy." Donnie tried their best to be comforting by sitting next to the octopus-like alien.

"Ha, it was. At least being 'human' on Earth was nice while it lasted." Irma reminisced on the good times.

"Is this the part where I pat your back until you smile?" Don said with concern.

"That would be nice." Irma nods their head yes.

"Pat pat. Better?" Donnie asked, after patting the krang's shoulder.

"Much. Thank you." Irma smiled at them.

"No problem. Well, it's decided." Don said.

"What is?" Irma asked.

"We are going to get your peaceful life back. Like you said, we can't give up on hope." Donna declared with new found determination.