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Ola Americano... Turtle?: 12. You Need to be Stopped

“Ey! Everybody get up! Get up!” It was Leonardo this early in the morning, of course. It was not alarming but only loud. Given he was saying so, the family had been asleep. There were discontented groans shuffling in the pile as they tried to come to. With minimal alarm, they were more annoyed than concerned. Within a little crack of their eyes, they could guess by the sun’s position that it was indeed early morning. Blurred vision and all, one was able to make out the blue banded terrapin charging towards them. With his phone in his hand, he impatiently tried to nudge them all awake. Michelangelo moaned, his arms shuffling more underneath his head so his pillow could support him better. “Why you shoutin’?” He grumbled. “Wake up, come on! I’ve got Vincent on the line. Get up!” He paid no mind at all to the rest’s wishes (like he never had to deal with that). The leader looked to his side and tapped a turtle with his toe for he was one who did not yet look alive. “You too, Donnie.” The purple clad turtle murmured something inaudible but truly inconvenienced. “You didn’t have to yell.” Mona used her elbows to prop herself up. Her hands were hard and dry as she used them to gently rub her eyes. The leader, upon seeing the uselessness to wait on them to stand, got back into the spot where he slept for the night. With his elbows and chest to support him, he plopped down on his stomach to where everyone’s feet were circled up. The clan met him halfway by at least turning their bodies around to listen to what was going on. “I have you on speaker;” he huffed as he pulled his elbows out from underneath him. It was putting unnecessary pressure on his stomach. “Go ahead, chief.”

“Speaking with local authorities, the events that have occurred with both your persons sounds like the work of Xever Montes.” The ‘room’ got very quiet. They got a lead! A lead! Now’s the time to stop whining, shut up, and listen close. Vincent hated to repeat herself anyways. “As insurance, he follows those who are most likely to give information out about them and shoots them. It is only a Bebe gun but the bullets are specially formulated. They knockout the target and slows down the heart temporarily to the point that they appear dead. He uses it on his own guys because they know to stop breathing when shot by these bullets.” “Incredible.” Donatello gasped, partially cutting off the chief. His fist pressed his cheek against one of his eyes. “I'd like to get behind these bullets.” In moments, the turtle began to daydream about the possibilities and science behind them. They’re bullets that slow down the heart to the point of almost dying without killing people! Maybe it’s not a ‘perfect’ concept, but wow! That’s some serious science behind that feat. “This isn't an experiment, Don.” Leo cut him off. The techie turtle blinked a few times. “Remember that.” “That's also probably the first time someone's said that with enthusiasm.” Raphael mumbled under his breath, but surely everyone heard him as he referred to his younger brother’s wishes to ‘get behind those bullets’. Vincent continued. “Xever is wanted but has evaded local authorities for months. Think you can find him?” She inquired. Surely, this hunt would impress her with their abilities considering she still had a hold on them that they were still children. Granted, they knew they were, but after saving the world a few times, it would feel good to have just a tad more respect under their names to help themselves to be a little more mature for what their work entails. The family kept a few seconds of silence. In the meantime, there were exchanged glances: mostly defeated that they had no clue and maybe two urging someone to say something to the woman on the phone. She is a busy woman after all. The only one that did not partake in this event was the youngest, which was normal to not really be ‘there’ when thinking was involved. Instead, he kept to himself; eyes up to the sky, chin tilted up and a hand supporting his chin. Leonardo wasn’t too sure what to tell her. They failed her once already. Yes, there were special circumstances but now they have absolutely nothing to give back to her. Finally, Venus broke the silence.

“We don't know where to start.” “But I do!” A quick cringe fell upon the group as the youngest child sang on top of his lungs. The biggest one was Raphael, who was in so close in proximity to smell his morning breath. As he covered up his melting sinuses, he came up with a million roasts (Skunk munchin-doodoo-lands-booty flake-eatin-halitosis-having-motha-). Mikey reached under him and slipped a hand somewhere beneath the jacket wrapped around his waist. “How about a warehouse?” Betwixt his fingers was an overused card with multiple creases and subtle signs of aging. He held it out, keeping it away from his body while his chest puffed out with his head turned the opposite direction. Leonardo reached to snatch the card from him. When he pulled it towards his face, the two beside him tried to get a peek. The words were hand-written in smudged pencil but it was still legible. The only thing on it was the word “The Warehouse” (surprising it was in English. To tip off the portuguese speakers perhaps?) and the address. “Where did you get this?” Leonardo inquired. He looked up with a slightly annoyed expression. Michelangelo had yet to see it for his head was still turned proudly away with his eyes closed. “While Raph was playing bad cop to Ruff tuff, I got bored babysitting his men so I went to pick-pocketing.” The Orange banded turtle turned around and opened his eyes to present his pinchers, which demonstrated his deed through the air repeatedly. Then, he got a backhand behind his head. It was light yet it still caused a frightened reaction from Michelangelo. “Why didn't you show us this before?!” Raphael’s low morning voice gurgled and growled. The young turtle gave his head one last swipe of his hand before he could explain himself. “It didn't matter before.” His tone was enthusiastic and forthcoming. “I had to make sure we really had nothing in case we based our entire investigation on this random address.” There was a still silence. Somebody wanted to challenge that notion, yet they couldn't. “I guess that's plausible.” Donatello was first to admit. In Michelangelo’s defense, would he rather lead them on a totally different line after their leads had been taken away or wait it out? It was, in his case, the better route to take. Mikey smiled. “Thanks, but there's no need for applause” he brought his hand up in a ‘stop’ gesture. “a ‘thank you’ is good enough.” Following his disassociation to the correct use of Donnie's vocabulary, he ‘stood’ very proud and accomplished before them all. Leonardo shook his head yet smiled all the same. His wrapped his arm around the top of his shell and brought him in close. “Thanks, Mikey.” The orange banded terrapin nodded his head confidently after knowing that he had made a contribution. He kept his arm around him and continued to speak for his team. “We'll go tonight. All of us.” “Great.” Vincent’s loud and sudden voice made the jump some. They had forgotten she was still on the phone for a brief moment. “Relay the news if there is any. Good morning, correct?” “Yes, mam.” Leo smiled. “Have a good day, Chief.” Without another word, her line broke off. Leonardo shoved his phone back into its pocket underneath him. “I love you, bro.” Leonardo re-wrapped his arm around Michelangelo except more tightly this time around. The young turtle wriggled in his eldest brother’s grip as he loved him immensely. His face curved into an ugly smile as he tried to shake free from the leader’s grip. With a little work, Michelangelo was able to free himself and stood up quick, then took a step away from him to ensure a re-capture. “It’s too early for all that.” Says the main one being the loud-riser. Leonardo laughed. As he quieted down, his head gently lowered between his arms until it met the blankets. His shell heaved until there was a long, even sigh muffled underneath him.

Venus and Mona lifted themselves from the pile. Mona would rather stretch out her limbs than assist Venus to find whatever it was that she needed from their bags. Donatello, although awake, was still not in the mood to get up just yet. Like Leonardo, he lowered his head back down to drown out the light from his eyes. His arms slid around the blankets; hands gripping them. Suddenly, he was getting a sense of awareness. Lifting his head up, he really got a look around. He was at the campsite. Confused, he lifted his torso and sat up. Leonardo peeked from his arm, but then resettled for it was nothing. “How did I get up here?” The tips of his fingers spread his brow apart from the middle, pushing his glasses away from his face with his knuckle. Honestly, he was sure that he did not have the energy to go back to camp. His last memory was that computer screen. “V tugged you up here last night.” Raphael answered as he stood up with a couple quiet grunts. “You know you like to talk in your sleep?” Venus added matter-of-factly as she pulled her own phone from the bag. There was a little smirk on her face as she checked the time and then tucked it away in her side. Donnie kept his face low for his smile was too bashful to show. “I didn't say anything stupid, right?” His voice cracked when he asked. “‘We need to catch Ruffington. We'll get him if you'd stop running into trees. Trees are big. Climb up there and look for him.’” She portrayed him with a deep and somewhat dopey tone to impersonate the unconscious inventor.” When finished, she giggled modestly and returned to her smooth yet cheerful demeanor. “If anything it was intelligibly intelligent.” She offered. “At least your train of thought is on the right track.” Donnie gave her a half smile in which she returned with a full one followed by a playful wink.

“It's a good thing we've got two minds on track!” Michelangelo butted in with his loud voice. Donatello shook his head irritably before attempting to stand. The two consulting turtles walked away for their ears were already annoyed with all the yelling this morning. Michelangelo paid his purple banded brother no mind for it was the other who needed to hear this. He forced himself to stare at the female turtle as he continued to speak. She was completely unaware of his eyes at the moment as she went through her bag again, but the three eldest definitely took notice. With a mix of confusion and cringe-worthy expressions, they stood there as he continued. “Way to get that info, Leo!” His talk sounded more of an elaborated speech as he gave a big thumbs up to said turtle. Mona Lisa, slowly pulling her hair together, turned to Raphael for some answers. The large brute barely caught her glance before dropping his head. His lips were loose as he closed his eye, shook his head and sighed. For some reason, Venus had this funny feeling. She paused for a moment and honed into herself. The turtle girl’s nose crinkled, thinking to herself. She continued on, much slower this time, but she had yet to give Michelangelo the time of day. The lizard lady gave one last puzzled look towards the orange banded turtle before carrying on. Leonardo, however, could not let it go. “What the shell are you-?” Before he could get his sentence out, Michelangelo had another word to get in. Getting a certain feeling, Venus turned towards his way. His creepy stare retreated immediately so she was not to suspect a thing. When he felt her eyes on him, he gave his full, undivided attention to Leonardo. The eldest retreated within his own personal space as the young one carried on with incredibly fake enthusiasm, open arms, and over the top facial expressions. “You're the one directing the entire mission and look at how far we've come!” “We almost fai-.” Before he could finish, the younger turtle swooped in, practically hanging off his brother. “SH SH SHSHSHHHH!” He violently quieted him up close and personal. His finger tapped his own nose rapidly to shut the leader up while he was on a roll. “You got Donnie to look up our leads and kept up to date with the chief. Way to go, bro! Becoming a better leader every day!”

“Yeah…” Mona’s voice lingered uncomfortably. Does she really want to ask what was going on? “well, I'm showering up.” Was her escape as she scuffled away quickly. Venus wanted to follow behind her, but was too busy with her bag to go immediately. Raphael threw his hands up. “I'm out.” Just as confused as the rest of them, he did not question anything as he tried to leave. He looked like a working machine with his large build as he kept his hands up and made a turn away from the weirdness. “Raph, hang back a bit.” The red turtle cringed when he took his last step and paused. “Come here!” Two of his fingers hooked under each nostril as he proceeded to drag him away with Raphael follow by behind. The two female mutants knew whatever that was going on was fishy. Donatello had a funny feeling as well, especially since he was not called in for their little meeting. Honestly, if it was a Michelangelo “roasting session” or just a warning to keep his eccentricity down, he really did not want any part of it. It was too early in the morning for that. Maybe later in the evening he would be interested. With Mona’s prior notion, the three agreed a dip this morning would be great after a very confusing and noisy awakening. Let the three loud-mouths deal with one another. It was quiet mutant’s time.

Michelangelo was now repeatedly saying “Ow! Ow!” since Leo has yet to let him go when they were a good distance from the other’s ears. It had gotten to the point where Raphael couldn’t take it anymore. He took hold of Leonardo’s arm and tried to pry his reluctant hand out of the youngest’s nose. Mikey winced as his nose was being pulled by Leonardo and pushed by the chest because of Raphael’s hand. The red clad turtle was not prepared from Leo’s tight grip, in which he had to put his heart into it to spare their young brother’s nostrils. Slowly, the leaders fingers began to slip until the tension sent Michelangelo back. When he got him off of him, Raphael immediately held the eldest brother back because he immediately tried to go after him. “What was that?” He barked. Michelangelo, hurt, held his nose. He really hoped Leo hadn’t stretched them out. He flattened out his hand and investigated it. Hey, no blood! “Too much?” He asked in a meek voice and an innocent expression. It only wanted Leo to punch him right then and there, but his brick-wall of a brother kept him in check. Besides, that was more his department. The blue banded turtle shook his head. His reasoning behind it made him calm down some to actually sound like he was talking instead of yelling. “What are you doing?” “Talking you up!” Michelangelo exploded. Neither of the older turtles saw it coming. The young turtle grumbled loudly, throwing his hands up and walked in a frustrated circle. Michelangelo recollected himself in front of the two. His hands kept to his hips as he rocked them to a side. “After all I've taught you, you've managed to keep in the friend zone. What kind of trained lova are you?” He gave him a surveying look up and down. When he eyes met the matching blues, he vibrated his lips briefly and scoffed. “Disciplined my shell.” What? With minimal tension between themselves, Raphael deemed it safe to say that he can let go of his eldest brother. When he did, Leonardo did not try to go after him. He was probably trying to sort out what the orange banded turtle just said. Did he want to hear it? No, not really. But was it fact? Dang it. Leonardo sighed before shaking off his shoulders. “I appreciate you being the ‘hype man’ but now it's a little too noticeable.” “Here's what we'll do.” Raphael butted in. His large figure quickly filled up the space between the two as he placed a hand on each one’s shoulder. He looked to Mikey first. “You shut up” He turned his head towards Leonardo before Michelangelo shown his shocked expression. When he didn’t see it, he resorted to sticking his tongue out. “and you keep your mind on what's at hand.” Those were orders. “Excuse me!?” Michelangelo exclaimed. Leonardo took a step back to get his hand off of him. The red clad terrapin lowered his arms to his side until he began to point an accusatory finger at the youngest. “No, this isn’t about you. It’s about Leo.” Michelangelo placed a hand on his chest, feeling hurt and amazed that he dissed him like that. Raphael gave his attention etion back to Leonardo and continued. “If you're still hung up on V, don't let that dictate the outcome of our work.” He paused to point at Michelangelo again. “Mikey is not gonna help except make it all creepy.” Did he not care about the young turtles’ feelings? He was blind to the turtle behind him who danced around, acting like he was ready to throw some hands. Leo was too much in shock to speak. The entire time, Raph was pretty much hands off with this relationship problem unless he was roped into it somehow. It took him two years to get a real say in it without Michelangelo’s influence. “Do what I di-. Do what I'd do: Tell her.”

His serious expression broke with a smile. Not too long did it take Leo to begin to laugh nervously. Raphael did not break his concentration while the leader was acting unlike himself.

“Yeah right.” He spoke hard, his eyes rolling while catching his breath from his chuckle session. “You won't get anywhere if you don't loosen your straps and talk to Venus.” Raphael continued as stern as ever. His eyes never broke the stare with his elder brother. Upon notice, Leonardo hiccuped into silence and his smile faded as well. “How?” He paused to glance at the ground. When?” His voice was shaky and somewhat distressed. Now that Leo was going to take him seriously, Raphael collected himself. He chewed on his lip; arms folded over his chest as his eyes took to the sky in thought. They came back down moments later. “Now would be good.” He suggested blankly. “What?!” “It's just… the sooner the better. Get this off your chest now” his prodded his finger in said region. Leonardo looked down on it. “and you'll be a lot more relieved afterwards.” The red banded turtle brought his finger down and folded his arms back up. “Y’know, with either outcome.” “Thanks Raph for the vote of confidence.” The leader sarcastically remarked. However, there was a small, weak smile on his face. The brute licked his lips before giving him a wink. “It's no big deal. The quicker you do this the more I don't have to hear about it.” His tone of voice became more aggressive. You know, the usual. Leo raised a brow and smirked. There's the Raphael he knew too well. Suddenly, he began flailing his arms in a fashion that made the leader backup from him instinctively. “Now go! Off with you! Shoo!” With orders, the leader nervously laughed as he trudged away. A couple steps in, he would look behind him with an expression that spoke ‘so I have to?’ in which of course Raph’s expression clearly read ‘yeah, softshell!’. The walking turtle smiled and chuckled to himself nervously, running through how and what he wanted to say to the female turtle when he found her. With Leonardo numerous yards away, showing his commitment to talking to Venus, Raphael began his previous journey to get to the lake. However, as he began walking, Michelangelo stopped him with his body. He got directly in front of him, using his chest to hold him back. In order to make himself bigger (and get more strength in the push), the orange clad terrapin stood on his toes and shot a menacing look directly towards his brother. “Next time you impersonate a Love doctor, I'm suing your shell.” He pointed a sharp, accusatory finger at him. Raphael rolled his eyes and pushed the young one’s hand down. Michelangelo gasped at the disrespect and Raphael pushed him aside with his arm. “Please, child.” He addressed him directly. “You read the magazines but you don't have the girl.” Michelangelo choked on his own disbelief, making quite the scene with his mouth wide open, letting puffs of air escape with his tongue occasionally sticking out and his hands either holding up ‘ones’ or keeping his hands up. “And what makes you so qualified.” He asked sassily. “Trust me,” Raphael began to walk away. “I have more qualifications than you.” “What you talkin’ ‘bout Willis?” Miley asked in an iconic tone, but the other turtle failed to respond. “Willis! Will- Raph!” Nope. He wasn't giving in. Through all the confusions that has happened this morning, Michelangelo couldn't take it. His brow furrowed as his eyes looked up to the sky for answers. They put him to voicemail. “The shell!”

Please be away, please be away. At least, that’s what Leonardo was chanting in his mind as he went looking for the female turtle. Half of his mind said it in hopes that she was by herself (thereby avoiding the awkwardness of asking another to go away) and partially that it would be too late (thus an excuse for avoiding the talk altogether). Currently, the turtle he was searching for in particular was not at the campsite when he got there. Neither were the others. Great? With his own self fighting whether or not it would make him feel better to speak with her with particular terms, one side of his was somewhat satisfied. However, he forced himself to look beyond. With a heavy sigh, he continued on to see if he could catch up to her. He reckoned they went to the lake like they had planned. Hopefully he can catch her before they jump in?

It was very humid already for the sun was well above the mountains at this point of time. If he had been human, the jungle heat would have irritated him. Yet, with his own special circumstances it made him feel comfortable, giving him an aid to soothe himself. Raphael and Michelangelo made the choice to not stalk him and make sure he went through it. Good thing too. He could not bare to stand there as flustered as he did in front of them when he caught sight of Venus’ head in the brush. Oh shell. The bridge of his nose began to tense and crinkle once he saw her. Soon, his face was hotter than it would be comfortable. His discomfort led to him clearing his throat. He did it so quietly to not alarm the turtle girl of his presence. Not yet.

However, when he did, the turtle girl stopped in her tracks. Her ear turned, cocking her head to the side to take a listen. Even under the ambience of the forest, that was not a sound made daily. The leader had to force himself to make himself known to her. There’s no need for her to attack him. Leonardo surely was not in the mood for that either. He cleared his throat louder this time. It was more aggressive than he thought because he was coughing all of his nerves up. Venus turned around violently. She could not see him immediately but had to look past the shrubbery to do so. He felt a little more embarrassed that he started himself off like that, but he kept on.

“V! You have a minute?” He asked shyly as he caught up to her. The female terrapin was already in her very loud suit; her mask was off. “Sure.” She answered normally. Venus took a step to the side, but was stopped when Leo put a hand on her shoulder. “No, no. I mean…” He took a pause. “Alone?” Immediately, Venus’ bright expression turned to a work of worry. “Uh, yeah. Yeah. What's wrong?” “It's nothing like that. Uh…” Leonardo rubbed the back of his head with one of his hands. It was an excuse to keep his gaze off her attentive eyes. “How are you holding up? You know,the travel, the mission.” He dared to look up, extending his palm to her. “I was hoping for your opinion.” Venus appeared shocked. It was one in which she thought something devastating had happened. When she figured it out, she carried on. However, she had some funny feeling wriggling inside her. “Um… it's alright, I guess. Could be better once we get this lead.” “You and me both.” He laughed nervously. “From what Donatello has found, there's a statue they may be trying to recover. It's in these mountains but no one will try to find it for they believe it is beneath the statue on the mountain.” “That's great!” He exclaimed. “I mean, bad that they want to do that, but now we have a sense of their motives.” Good recovery. “Oh boy I can't wait!” Venus brightened up again. Her hands clasped together as she did a little jump to display her excitement. “This legend has some type of sorcery tied into it that I cannot wait to find out about.” Her hands folded into her chest and swayed her hip to the side; brow cocked up, she added to the side. “That'll teach Donatello not to question Magic.” She added smugly. In all honesty, Leonardo was not exactly listening. Instead, he was waiting for her to stop so he could get on with what he wanted to say. This was what Raphael was talking about. It’s not characteristic of him to just ignore someone giving information based on the mission at hand. Dang, this is really going to mess him up. Thankfully, today would be the end of it.

“I've got another question.” He blurted out. Venus stood in silence while Leonardo tried his hardest not to blush at his boldness. “Not related to the mission.” “Okay?” Her lingering words brought him to a small panic. In his mouth, his tongue ran over the top of his teeth and then sucked on them briefly. What he wanted to say was not as fluid in his mind anymore. How was he going to start this off again? Now on the spot, he nearly forgot his entire template of what to say. “Venus, remember back in China when I tried to ask you something?” That was the first thing that came to mind. He still did not look at her. Venus felt it was rather odd. “No.” She’s seriously not helping him out right now. He sucked it up again, just letting it flow. “It was right before we left. You told me to stop and that the plane was going.” “I don't recall.” “Well, I wanted to tell you what I was trying to say.” He gave a deep sigh, shaking his head. With all the courage in his heart, he forced himself to look in her eyes. “Venus-.” “Does it have to be now?” She interrupted him mid-sentence. Leo shut up immediately, biting his tongue. “I'm sorry if I appear rude but I'm too involved with this case we’re on. Please tell me that this is not so important.” He could sense some annoyance or frustration in her tone. She probably wanted to be rude to him, but did not have the heart to do so. Maybe that was his mind over-evaluating the situation. Whatever it was, his heart started to sink as he was questioned. “Yeah, it- it kind’of is…” He stuttered. “Does it keep us alive? Does it help with the mission at hand?” She listed. “N-no. No it doesn't.” He sighed. His eyes went back to look at his feet. His large ones stood crooked and pigeon toed in comparison to her smaller, straighter stature. It was weird for the leader to be so submissive at the moment. It felt like defeat. “You're right. We should keep our heads on the mission.” “Thank you for understanding.” Furthermore, she took a step to the side and began to walk away from him. Leonardo watched her as she walked to the lake. He stood there, not moving a muscle as he tried to come to terms with what had happened. Why didn’t he just say it anyways? Then and there? He had her! Alone! It was going to be the end of this torture. The blue banded terrapin gritted his teeth and pursed his lips. Suddenly, dust floated in the air as he fiercely kicked the ground beneath him. “D*mn.” He whispered.

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