Remember. [TMNT 2012]

Chapter 1; Leonardo

Song: Lyra - Breaking Benjamin

"Whoa, what's that? It's so shiny!"

"That's a window, Mikey." The purple-clad turtle, Donatello, doesn't even spare our youngest brother a glance. He's too busy fiddling with his T-Phone as he attaches it to the window lock. His russet eyes are practically glued to the electronic screen.

Michelangelo, the orange-clad turtle, seems to understand. "Oh. Well, it's a nice window! Wait, why are we looking at it?"

"We're going through it," Donatello mutters through gritted teeth.

Michelangelo nods sophisticatedly. "Oh, right. Can't we just walk through the front door? I'm tired of hanging by my grappling hook."

"And risk blowing our cover and getting killed? Sure, Mikey. Let's do that."

"I feel like that was sarcasm."

"It was."

"There's no need to be so-"

A smacking sound interrupts Michelangelo and Donatello's argument. I glance over to see Raphael glaring daggers at our youngest brother. His brilliant green eyes show passed his red mask and light up the darkness. He may be short in stature, but he makes up for it with his sharp temper.

"Shut up, Mikey, before I use you to get through the window instead," Raphael snaps.

"Actually, that would get us caught just as easily," Donatello says matter-of-factly. "If we break the glass, the alarm inside will sound and sic hundreds of Kraangdroids on us."

Raphael turns his hard, green stare on Donatello. He does not like being corrected. "Then you better hurry up with that decoding app."

"I'm trying," the turtle with the purple bandana replies. His gaze is locked on the shell shape in his hand. "The sequence is just so complex that my T-Phone is taking longer than usual."

"Maybe it will work faster if you hit it on the wall a couple of times!" Michelangelo suggests.

Donatello's eyes rip from his phone and dart over to Michelangelo. "Is that why I have to keep repairing your T-Phone?!"

Michelangelo's face lights up with slight panic. "Well, um, yeah. But I only do that because my games keep stalling!"

A click sounds from Donatello's T-Phone, indicating the window lock is open, but he's too angry to notice.

"I spent weeks working on these things, Mikey! What were you thinking?!"

"I was thinking that it would make my game move faster," Michelangelo answers and puts a hand on his side. "Duh."

Donatello's eyes blaze with fire. "You can't just-"

I push my way between their disagreement. "Guys, can we focus on the problem at hand?"

"I don't know, Leo. I'm kind of enjoying this." Raphael comments with a smug look on his face. He looks more content than he's been since we left the lair.

I impatiently let out a puff of air. "Do you guys even remember why we're here?" When no one answers, I go on: "Donnie, your mutagen tracker led us here, which means they have some hidden inside. We need to retrieve it before the Kraang does something destructive with it. Now, we are hanging off the side of a building in perfect view of the Kraang. The window is open. Let's get inside, get the mutagen they're holding, and get out. Then you can argue all you want." I finish my speech with a look that dares one of my brothers to argue.