The work of saving the world does not end even when you die

The signs were always there

"So, little turtle," the stranger hissed while a dozen weapons of different caliber materialized behind him, all pointing at Raphael while the cane that was pointed at his face changed until it became a cannon. "Tell me more about that Lou that you have prisoner."

None of the younger turtles dared to move, they were rightly aware that any provocation would end with their brother turning into an unrecognizable pupa. The mutant in front of them had all the aura of being someone who should never be trifled with.

"I'm waiting," the elder hissed and the rumble of his cold voice chilled the blood of those present.

Tell me about my brother — the older purple one brought his face closer to Raphael's, showing his affiliated teeth.

Wait! —Leonardo's terrified voice breaks the tension and makes the older man look at him. The surprise was great for everyone when they saw a pair of eyes turned into slits that looked at them with different colors, reddish brown on the right, light blue on the left.

Heterochromia... - Donnie murmurs, half scared and fascinated.

He speaks quickly—patience didn't seem to be a quality in the older mutant.

He is not a prisoner! We found him injured and took him home, he has been living with us these last few days — Leonardo is quick to explain, although distrust bubbles up in waves from the older man's aura.

He told us his name was Lou to keep his identity confidential — Donnie adds — but I'm sure it's Leo... your Leo — the resident genius's breathing is labored; The blue turtle and his little orange brother look at each other when Donnie makes the mistaken declaration of Lou's identity, but they are unable to intervene to clarify things when their genius brother speaks again - you... you are Donatello, right? Lou's older brother, we can take you with him — Don's tone tries to be pleasant but the tremor in his voice gives him away.

Of course they're going to take me with him - the older Donnie responds with the same cold tone as before, although he straightens the cane until it is straight at his side, the purple energy weapons do not disappear, of course - depending on his condition we will see what I do with "you," he threatened.

Raphael, who was the only one the taller mutant's weapons were aimed at, raised his sais at the threat. He wouldn't allow a stranger to come and intimidate his family and get away unscathed. The older Donatello looked at him unimpressed and pointed his cane at him again.

Very brave little one - he smiled sideways - but I don't need to fight with you now, I want to see my brother - he pressed a button on the cane and something shot out of the tip, throwing the young man backwards. His brothers, terrified that they had hurt him, gasped and rushed to defend him, drawing their weapons, but stopped short when they heard the one in red growl angrily.

He was a ball, literally, Raphael was a ball with arms, legs and head and he rocked from side to side as he could not get up on his own by waving his arms. If it weren't for the tense situation, the three of them would burst into laughter, although the two youngest let out a few discreet snorts of amusement.

ADA - the older man mentions with a tone of pride in his voice - acronym for Adhesion Agent, which is no longer in beta, thank you - he leaves the cane resting on the ground and makes a quick bow - and now there is a product to undo it, no We want the little grump to stay stuck there forever - Raphael continues to fight against what has him trapped although he only manages to continue rocking from side to side without being able to stand up - take it as a peace offering from me, my other weapons They would have volatilized him - the feeling of cold and danger that was lightened a little when he saw Raph fighting against the ball that contained him returns - and now, young people, if you would be so kind as to take me to Leo, I would appreciate it.