The Shadow's Secret│TMNT

50 || To The Rescue

"I can get us a ride," I offered, an idea already springing to mind.

"From who?" Raphael asked, caution lining his tone.

"My uncle," I said, closing up the first aid kit and pulling my phone from the pocket on my leggings. I was amazed it'd remained in my pocket throughout the entire battle and had only sustained damage in the form of a few cracks across its screen.

"No."

I recoiled in shock, looking up to meet the turtle's gaze in confusion. "What? Why the hell not?" I demanded.

"Because that's stupid," he deadpanned, spinning and heading towards the dojo.

Is he serious right now? I narrowed my eyes at his poor argument. "Well do you have any ideas?" I called, chasing after him.

"Yeah. Steal a truck," he said, picking a bunch of weapons off the wet concrete that I recognized as his brothers', meaning they must be weaponless while imprisoned by the Foot. I would have been more worried about them, but at the moment Raphael was unbelievably pissing me off. Again.

"Oh my god," I muttered. "And somehow I'm the one with the stupid idea? Seriously?"

Raphael growled and if it was possible, he seemed to tower above me even more than usual. "Well you're not telling anyone about us either so what are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna ask him to borrow a car so I can go hang out with a friend," I explained fiercely, following him through the jagged hole blown in the weapons wall by the Footclan.

"It's still a bad idea," he argued, turning down a sewer tunnel.

I sighed sharply. "Well it's better than yours."

He scoffed. "Not really."

Gritting my teeth, I shoved him with as much force as I could manage, effectively stopping the turtle in his tracks. "Would you just shut up?" I snapped, earning myself an irritated, incredulous stare. "The Foot already has a head start on us, and considering we have no idea what they plan on doing to the guys, I suggest we hurry our asses and take some chances if it means we can save their lives. And this is the fastest option."

His burning emerald eyes narrowed in speculation. "What do you plan on telling him?"

"Just that I'm gonna go see a friend."

He lifted a brow in curiosity. "You have a friend?"

"Yes," I hissed. Why is that so hard to believe? With narrowed eyes, Raphael searched my expression for any minuscule amount of uncertainty or pause, but couldn't find any because I did have a friend. Even though I'd just met Casey Jones a few days ago and only spoken with him once, it still counted.

"Who?"

Wow. Wouldn't you like to know. I rolled my eyes and began walking again. "You know you're not the only guy I make time to see," I said with a smirk, knowing exactly what kind of reaction I'd get out of him. Raphael thundered after me, his tense silence an indication of his anger. Good. I lifted my phone to shoot Uncle Tom a text and instantly earned myself an interrogation from Raph.

"What are you doing?" He demanded, watching my phone screen carefully.

"Chill out," I said, displaying my phone to him as proof of my innocence. "I'm just texting my uncle to let him know I'm on my way." Taking his silence as an approval of sorts, I quickly began typing out a message and sent it off to him.

"Okay," I returned the phone to my pocket and turned down a diverging tunnel my mind seemed to recognize. "We should hurry."

Raphael quickened his pace and followed uncertainly. "You know where you're going?"

"Mostly," I admitted, feeling quite confident that I'd be able to find my way based on memory. "I walked from flight training to the lair with Leo on Tuesday, so I think I can figure it out." I scanned the tunnel walls for any familiar markings or graffiti.

"Well that's reassuring," he muttered.

With a steady, calming breath, I reined in my annoyance and kept quiet. Today was not a day to waste time over arguing—not when my friends were in danger. Upon feeling a vibration, I took my phone out and read Uncle Tom's reply.

"What'd he say?" He asked, trying to peek at the screen.

"He's not home," I said, scanning his message with a grin. Raphael yelled in frustration, making me jump out of my skin and watch in horror as he launched a fist into the nearest wall.

"What the hell!?" I cried, staring at the cracks spiderwebbing from the crater he created. Panting, Raphael cast a furious gaze to me, his eyes burning with enraged, green flames. "Don't just punch shit!" I shouted scoldingly. Shaking my head as if he were a toddler that couldn't grasp a simple concept, I began compiling another message for Uncle Tom using the excuse Raph agreed upon.

"This is good," I explained, picking up my already brisk walking pace. "I can walk in there no problem without him questioning my zombie appearance or asking a million questions."

He huffed. "Great. Can we hurry?"

"One sec... Walking and texting is one thing, but running and texting is like a whole other level of sketch." I sent the finished text and put my phone away before increasing my speed to a purposeful jog while awkwardly clutching the first aid kit to my chest. I wouldn't have brought the stupid thing unless I needed to, and I knew I had to clean the cut on my shoulder and maybe even take some morphine to dull the aches I was sure to feel again sometime soon. Then what if me or the turtles needed bandaging after we broke them out of Footclan prison? So as irritating and inconvenient as it was to bring, I deemed it an equally good idea.

It wasn't long before my phone buzzed again, alerting me to another reply from Uncle Tom. I pulled the device from my pocket, slowing my pace a bit to keep from tripping or running into a nasty wall. Raphael dropped back to my side, waiting to hear the text as well. My eyes scanned it quickly, a grin spreading across my face.

"Nice," I looked up at him excitedly. "He said I can take whichever vehicle I want."

Raphael's brow creased. "How many does he have?"

"I dunno, at least five."

"Seriously?"

I laughed. "Yeah. We probably could've taken the helicopter if you'd let me tell him what's really going on."

The turtle shot me a look that said wow, how unfortunate.

"I'm actually a really good pilot," I said, sending my uncle a thank you text and returning my phone to my pocket. "I'm much better at flying than driving. Actually," I grimaced, remembering something crucial. "...I don't even have my license."

"What?"

AN: WE HIT CHAPTER 50 Y'ALL ONLY 10 MORE LEFT OMGGG sorry it's so short lol I'll release the next one soon!!

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