Turtle Dove

Oh, Timothy

"You're sure you got this?" Raph asked Ray once again, his concern evident in his voice. Ray let out a sigh and rolled her eyes playfully. "Yes, Raph, I'll do the night patrol while you four go enjoy that wrestling match," she reassured him.

Leo slid next to her, his arm wrapping around her shoulder in a comforting gesture. "You heard the lady, Raph. She'll be just fine. If anyone can keep the city safe, it's Ray Kokei," Leo said, his voice filled with confidence and trust.

"But what if something happens and you need help?" Raph couldn't help but worry. Ray glanced at him, a reassuring smile on her face. "Then I'll call you, Raph. I know I can rely on my friends if I ever find myself in a pickle."

"You can fit in a pickle?" Mikey playfully asks

Raph's frown eased slightly, but he couldn't fully shake off his protective instincts. "What if you can't call us?" he pressed further. Donnie, always ready with a solution, stepped forward, holding a round badge with the turtles' insignia on it.

"Behold, the Turtle Panic Button," Donnie announced proudly. "If you ever find yourself in a tight spot and can't reach us, just press this button. It will alert us almost immediately."

Ray took the device from Donnie and examined it curiously. She pinned it onto her white scarf, feeling a sense of security wash over her. "Thanks, Donnie. That's actually really comforting."

Raph nodded, a touch of relief crossing his face. "Well, I feel a bit better now, but remember, if you ever need help, we'll be right there for you. No matter what."

Ray smiled gratefully. "I know, Raph. You guys are the best. Now go, enjoy your wrestling match. I'll handle things here."

As the turtles piled into the tank and drove off, Mikey couldn't help but shout a cheerful "Bye!" while waving frantically. Ray waved back, a mix of determination and excitement coursing through her veins. She knew she was going to lose sleep again, but she was ready to protect the city she loved.

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Flying above the bustling streets of New York City, Ray scanned the cityscape with her enhanced visors, her eyes keenly observing the movements below. The cool wind brushed against her face and hair as she perched on the rooftop of a nearby building, enjoying a moment of tranquility amidst the chaotic city.

Her attention was quickly drawn to two familiar figures below, the brute and the lieutenant of the Foot Clan, as they disappeared into a dimly lit alleyway. Ray's eyes narrowed, her determination growing as she realized she had stumbled upon an opportunity to disrupt the Foot Clan's plans.

"The Foot Clan? Looks like I'll be having my own wrestling match tonight," Ray muttered to herself, her voice carrying determination and confidence. Gliding gracefully towards the alleyway, she swiftly maneuvered herself to the fire escape of a nearby building, silently watching the movements of the two Foot Clan members.

She overheard their conversation as the lieutenant pointed towards a locked garage door. "The artifact is located here," the lieutenant stated, his voice filled with a hint of urgency.

The brute, displaying his characteristic impatience, shrugged off the obstacle. "Great, let's get it," he grumbled dismissively.

The lieutenant sighed in frustration, his voice tinged with annoyance. "It's locked," he pointed out the obvious to the brute.

Unfazed, the brute let out a hearty laugh. "And?" he questioned, his confidence undeterred.

The lieutenant, exasperated, growled in response. "Use that massive strength of yours to break this door down," he ordered, his impatience palpable.