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"Mutacorp is a group of scientists," Raphael says as his family gathers for a pizza dinner. "They're using mutagen for something, but Taylor didn't know what."
"I was right! Booya-kasha," Michelangelo brags with a triumphant grin.
Sarina and Donatello move in almost perfect synchronization as they place their fingers in steeples over their mouths, brows knitting together. Leonardo glances at the couple, then back at Raphael.
"Alright, so our next plan of action is to find out what Mutacorp wants with that mutagen," he says. "To do it, we'll need the Dragons."
"Or...we could figure out where Mutacorp is and infiltrate it," Destiny says.
Leonardo shakes his head. "We need to know more before we even think about trying that. It'd be too dangerous to go in now."
"We don't even know where their building is, dudes," Michelangelo adds.
"The Purple Dragons are working for them. They have the info we need and questioning them is the only way to get that," Leonardo says.
"I highly doubt that Hun will sit down for a questionnaire session," Sarina says. Her eyebrows furrow and she pouts at the thought of withheld information.
"I know, which is why we're gonna force them," he continues, his blue eyes flickering to Raphael. "Raph, you need to get the Purple Dragon girl."
"Kidnapping?" Destiny asks, eyes widening. "Are you sure? Yeah, we need info, but this..."
"I'll do it," Raphael butts in, cracking his knuckles. "It's about time we got some answers."
"She'll probably be easier to snatch than one of the bigger thugs," Donatello agrees, slow and hesitant. "Besides, she's most likely smarter than them too."
Sarina and Destiny glance at each other and the former sighs. "This is very strange. We have never done anything like this before," she says, eyes flashing.
"Actually, one time we captured Chris Bradford and tried to use him as collateral against Xever," Michelangelo says. "We were trying to save Mr. Murakami. We threatened to drop old Chrissy B off a building and everything."
"And how did that go?" Destiny asks.
Michelangelo laughs sheepishly. "Uh...it didn't work and we let him go..."
Destiny utters a fluctuating "mmhmm", crossing her arms over her chest, and Leonardo lets out a long breath. "Des, we aren't going to be cruel," he says. "We're going to ask her some questions and get what we can out of her."
"And if she doesn't say anything?" she demands. "Then what?" She lowers her voice dramatically, uttering, "Oops, sorry, just gonna let you go now. No hard feelings!" She frowns. "That's not what happens. I don't care who this chick is, it's not right. It's—"
"Destiny," Sarina murmurs.
She stands and moves closer to the wolf-raven, one hand extended. Destiny's pupils are dilated, her ears perked and both feathers and fur alike ruffled. She takes Sarina's hand, squeezing, and together they take in a deep breath.
"Good," Sarina whispers. "This plan is indeed...unconventional, but remember that our turtles are not like them. You have nothing to fear when it comes to this girl's safety." Destiny starts to speak, but the cyborg is faster. "Even if Raphael has some bad blood, he isn't vicious—" There's an astounding amount of arched eye-ridges and brows in the room, so she back-pedals and corrects herself easily. "Crazy. He knows when to stop...hopefully."
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Non-Mutation (Book Four)
Fanfiction"You're weird too, Raphael. But...I like weird." Her anger has built over the years, festering inside of her like a disease with no cure. It is dragon fire with a heat that nothing can extinguish. She sees red, the colour that has always fuelled her...
