TMNT: Shadows of Destiny

Chapter 1: A encounter with cookie cutter salarymen

FYI: Turtles are a bit older in this fic, about 20 years old so 5 years after most of their major battles as seen on a majority of the tv series and comic books  

         “There is some sort of activity going on at dockyard 10 by the waterfront….” The humanoid terrapin with the purple mask announced, slightly pushing up the frame of his glasses as his kin gathered around his computer monitor. “And by activity I mean about 50-55 gang members of the Purple Dragon kind as well as Foot Soldiers.”
        “Good, the more the merrier. I don’t want to waste a good ground pounding.” The red masked one grinned.
        “This isn’t a routine drug deal happening I take it.” The blue masked one said.
        “They wouldn’t need so many for something like that.” The purple one answered.
     “Maybe its like a Thugs R Us convention only instead of cosplayers you get tattooed ninja wannabes.” The orange masked on laughed.
        “Whatever it is, we should check it out.” Blue announced.
        With that small command, they grabbed their weapons off the back wall of their quarters and headed towards the dark tunnels of their outer home.
        A elderly voice stopped them. “My sons, be careful tonight. While I was in meditation I felt a strange power coming from that place. Tread carefully.”
        “Of course, master.” All four the mutants bowed in respect before continuing on.
 
 
        Celeste had arrived at the warehouse only 30 minutes ago and now she crouched carefully atop a shipping freight box across a dark and dreary dockyard. Rain has just started to pitter patter around her and she shivered slightly as the night wind caught her hair.
        She adjusted the collar of her black and purple bodysuit and tapped the side of her head gear to zoom in on the front doors. She watched carefully as a group of thuggish looking men walked to and fro, the automatic rifles they openly carried in front of themselves marking them as either hardened gang members of part of the local mafia.
        As they went about their patrolling she wondered what it was they were hiding inside. The power surge she felt earlier definately came from this place and even now she could still feel the slight tingle of it humming through her mind and her body. It annoyed her to no end.
        She crept closer, easily using a shadow spell to hide her appearance and cloud the minds of the men standing guard and as she got closer to the main warehouse she jumped easily a good 30 feet to the roof top and walked across to the skylight window situated in the center. Such feats like this were a matter of simple spells and illusions, something she had mastered years ago and now she peered down into the activity below.
        Not only were there more of the gang bangers from outside but mixed in were a few figures in black jumpsuits of some kind. They had weapons at their sides or on their backs and from the looks of it there were some sort of trained assassins or, Celeste chuckled to herself at the thought, ninjas in New York of all crazy things.
        “How obvious can you get?” She said under her breath. She had seen plenty of odd things in her time but suiting up goons in ninja suits took the cake. They seemed to be hoarding something as in the back of the room was stacked up some crates with shipping symbols and warning labels.
        She gasped as her eye caught a familiar name etched in heavy black letters one the bottom most crate that was being pulled out. The men in black hoisted it up, taking 2 of them to lift the large thing, and carried it out of the room with all the other men following close behind them.
        “Damn it! Where are they taking it!?” She used this chance to slide back the glass panel and jump down. Though a few other crates remained, the room was otherwise silent and empty. She intended to follow the gaggle of men when a voice startled her.
        “We calculated your arrival at exactly 12:35 am. Our calculations were precise as expected. The one known as Celeste has arrived in this place. A place where she is expected at the time expected. Welcome Celeste, to this place.”
She whirled around and faced 3 very put of place looking men in high class business suits. She raised a brow as she examined them in a split second. They looked like cookie cutter men all cut from the same batch. Everything about them was identical to the threads they wore, to the slick backed dark brown hair on their heads, to the blank expression on their Caucasian faces. In each of their hands was a large semi automatic looking rifle.        
         “I am speechless at how you just butchered the English language.” She chided. “And it’s rude to use my name without first introducing yourselves.” She knew instantly that the things in front of her were not human and it wasn’t just the robotic tone and their misuse of proper grammar that gave them away. They had absolutely no aura or energy emitting from them that was from this world.
        “Introductions would be required but we have strict orders not to give the one known as Celeste our name. A name which we cannot give the one known as Celeste at this time or place.”
        “Yeah you said that already in the first sentence! So what’s in the box and where are you taking it!?” She demanded.
        “We have been ordered not to give the one known as Celeste any details of our mission. The one known as Celeste is too be eliminated on sight in this place where she was expected to arrive.” They cocked back their guns and shot a barrage of iridescent light at her. Fantastic, she thought, laser guns!