During lunch April didn't say much and didn't stay very long, before heading back topside for some quality "Father Daughter" time with her dad father.
Something he's been insisting they do a lot ever since the turtles freed him from Kraang Captivity.
Soon it was time to do some patrolling, as Donatello had decoded a message on the Kraang communicator he had found and fixed up so he could try and listen in on their plans.
And apparently something was going down tonight at the Eastman Warehouse down on Laird Blvd
When he told me that I broke down laughing.
Eastman and Laird
The names of the men who in my world "invented" the ninja turtles.
They wrote the original comic book.
Coincidence?
I think not.
After transforming and arming myself, this time with a pair of Michelangelo's Nunchaku, or nunchucks as they are called, the boys led me down the tunnels of the NYC sewer system to a place in another abandoned subway tunnel where Donatello parks
"The Shellraiser"
"Wow it's even cooler in person!"
I told them in awe.
The Shellraiser, made by Donatello and named by Michelangelo
An old subway caboose that Donnie turned into basically an armored car, bullet proof and can drive both on the tracks and the streets.
Badass!
Still not as cool as the Party Wagon the Classic turtles used to get around in...
Ok, wait maybe this is a little cooler but I still liked the Party Wagon Better, call me classic.
Donnie stood there, happy in my awe of his glorious creation.
Leonardo slid the door open and stepped in,followed by Rapheal.
"Your carriage awaits, My Lady."
Michelangelo performed a sweeping bow as he held the door open for me.
"Ladies first"
Said Donatello, stepping back to allow me to in first.
"You know I think that saying was only invented so dudes could check out our asses as we walk by."
I joked hopping in.
"Well your shell is kinda obstructing the view!"
Laughed Mikey behind me
Leo cranked the engine and everyone took up there "battle stations"
Leonardo drove, Raphael sat at the firing station ready to fire rapidly propelled manhole covers at any attacking force, Michelangelo navigated, and Donatello operated the Radar.
So I just sat in the back, like a rich girl in a limo.
We parked the Shell Raiser about 6 blocks away from the warehouse in a dark alley, between 2 very old run down empty buildings.
The sun had just set over the city that never sleeps.
Man, New York ceases to amaze me with how many old run down abandoned buildings there are.
I stepped outside and felt the cool nights breeze whip against my leathery green skin, it felt amazing to be outside after spending days underground.
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The Travelers Wish (The Wattys 2016)
FanfictionThe star of the circus is not all she seems. Outside a talented beautiful Aerialist. Inside a die hard geek, with a impossible wish. The girl who should have died twice, is now being repaid, her unspoken wish is granted by the strange and mysterious...
