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The Pain Game	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 4704 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Pain Game
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39 Final
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            Riding up to the garage together to fetch their brothers, Mikey could tell that Leo was of two minds about going out to meet the dark vigilante Justice Force member known as Nobody.
            Mikey knew that Leo would have liked to have time to find out what was bothering his younger brother enough to cause him to have such an unusual angry outburst. However, a thirty minute window didn’t afford him the luxury of questioning Mikey, so Leo was forced to table their discussion for later.
            With any luck, their mission for Nobody would be exciting enough to make Leo forget all about Mikey’s mini-fit.
            Mikey’s testiness was secondary in the leader’s mind though, the primary thing that was causing Leo to have misgivings about answering Nobody’s request was verbalized as soon as he told Don and Raph that the vigilante had called.
            “What about the Foot?” Don asked, squirting grease cleanser onto his hands and passing the bottle to Raph.
            “I’m not happy with the idea of making an appearance while they’re on the war path,” Leo said with a frown, “but I’m also not willing to allow them to dictate whether or not we help our friends. Nobody wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t need us.”
            “Suppose our being there attracts the Foot and causes Nobody even more problems?” Raph asked, his eyes glued to Leo.
            “We should be able to meet Nobody without the Foot seeing us,” Leo said. “I’ll make sure he understands the secondary danger our presence might draw. We’ll leave it up to him as to whether our help is worth taking an extra risk.”
            “Okay bro’, it’s your call,” Raph said, draping his shop towel over the handlebars of his motorcycle. “I ain’t gonna complain about getting out of here for a while.”
            “Me either,” Mikey said with feeling, his first contribution to the conversation since telling Leo where Nobody had asked to meet them.
            Leo glanced at him speculatively but said nothing as he led the way out of the garage through a side door. Rather than gain the roof tops, the brothers dropped into the sewers from the nearest access point. Following Don’s directions, they took an obscure and little traveled series of tunnels, avoiding areas below ground that the Foot had used in their search for them in the past.
            Only by jogging most of the way were the turtles able to reach the designated meeting point in the allotted half hour. After Leo had cautiously surveyed the street from his position atop a tunnel maintenance ladder, he pushed the manhole cover aside and made a quick exit, followed by his brothers.
            Nobody had asked them to meet him at an abandoned parking garage destined for demolition. The entrances were barricaded by metal gates so the brothers gained access by scaling a wall and entering through a ramp opening on the second level.
            Since they had no idea what kind of a situation Nobody needed their help with, the group of ninjas spread out, keeping to the shadows.
            “I’m down here,” Nobody called out from the ground floor.
            Peering over the edge of the parking ramp, the turtle quartet saw Nobody standing out in the open looking up towards them.
            “Nobody my man!” Mikey called out excitedly, leaping down to the floor below. “Long time no see.”
            “Michelangelo,” Nobody said, acknowledging his young friend’s greeting. “I trust you’ve been staying out of trouble?”
            “You’re talking about Mikey here,” Raph said with a grin, clasping hands with the vigilante.
            “Indeed, what was I thinking?” Nobody said, lifting his mask so that he could smile at his friends.
            “It’s good to see you, Nobody,” Leo said, shaking the man’s offered hand.
            “I’ve been keeping a low profile since putting Jencko away,” Nobody said, grasping Don’s hand next.
            “Doing some information gathering?” Don asked.
            “Astute as always, Donatello,” Nobody acknowledged. “First we had Ruffington shipping illegal Triceraton weapons for the man you called Hun and then I discover that the same Hun is the one who supplied the Turks with their weapons.”
            “So ya’ turned your attention to Hun and the Purple Dragons,” Raph said. “’Bout time someone decided to gum up his game.”
            “Is that what you needed our help with, to go after Hun?” Leo asked.
            “I’m not quite ready for that yet,” Nobody said. “Since learning about Hun from you four I’ve discovered that he’s got more friends in city government than Ruffington did, so I’ve got to tread lightly. I’ve been working hard to get someone to infiltrate the Purple Dragons. I finally managed to get not one but two informers into their ranks. One of them works as a lower level muscle, hauling shipments of goods from one place to another. My second informant got herself promoted to a bookkeeping position.”
            Don let out a low whistle. “That could come in handy.”
            “It has,” Nobody confirmed. “She told me that the Purple Dragons are selling a large cache of weapons, some of them Triceraton, tonight and that it’s a bidding situation involving several up and coming gangs.
            “She doesn’t know where the cache is warehoused and neither does my other informant. What they do know are which gangs were invited to send representatives to the meeting. They were all told to bring cash because whoever has the top bid will drive off with the shipment, so that means they know where the cache is tonight.”
            “That’s a set up that’s just begging for violence,” Leo said with a grimace.
            Nobody nodded. “As soon as someone takes delivery and attempts to leave with the shipment, all bets are off. The Purple Dragons are under no obligation to protect the weapons once they’ve been sold.”
            “Who wants to bet those representatives don’t come alone?” Mikey asked.
            Nobody gave Mikey an approving look. “You’ve found the major flaw in this setup. By telling the gangs in advance where to meet, they’ll all be sure to have members hiding nearby in force. It’s like the Purple Dragons are asking for a massive gang war to blow up.”
            “Hun may be a lot of things, but he isn’t that dumb,” Don said. “He has to know what will happen.”
            “Oh he knows,” Mikey said. “He wants it to happen.”
            “Michelangelo?” Nobody shot a puzzled look towards the youngest turtle.
            “Look at it from Hun’s point of view,” Mikey said. “He comes off looking like he’s acting in good faith, going through with the sale just like he promised. Then when all shell breaks loose, his guys can steal the shipment back and make it look like one of the other gangs did it. Not only that, but everyone will be carrying wads of cash and you can bet he’s figured out a way to separate all of the gang representatives from it.”
            Nobody looked thoughtful. “I’ll bet you’re right.” He cast an appreciative glance in Mikey’s direction. “You would have made a great profiler.”
            “Mikey’s always had really good insight,” Don said, recognizing his brother’s gift.
            “So how do we break up this little party?” Raph asked.
            “By finding that cache of weapons and taking it away from all of them,” Nobody said. “My concern now is that we’re going to be greatly outnumbered.”
            “You need to know that the Foot clan is out for our blood at the moment,” Leo said. “We’ve been laying low because they’ve been making an extra effort to find us. Our presence might cause more difficulties.”
            “Perhaps I should rethink this plan,” Nobody said. “I don’t want you four to take any undue risks.”
            “To hell with that,” Raph said abruptly. “If we can’t help a friend get some weapons away from criminals, then we ain’t got any point to our existence.”
            “This is what we were raised to do,” Don said in agreement.
            All three of the younger brothers stared expectantly at Leo, who was exchanging contemplative looks with Nobody.
            “There’s no love lost between Hun and Karai,” Mikey offered. “It’s not like he’s going to do anything where she might get a whiff of it.”
            “True,” Leo said. “Hun was loyal to Oroku Saki but absolutely jealous of Karai. He’s trying to build his own dynasty that doesn’t include the Foot clan.”
            “She still thinks he’s beneath her,” Mikey said. “Karai won’t be paying attention to anything he’s doing and he’ll be sure to transact business far from where the Foot are likely to be.”
            “So that takes ‘em out of the equation,” Raph said.
            “There is still the question of our going against overwhelming odds,” Nobody pointed out.
            “Then we won’t go against them,” Leo said. Raph started to say something but Leo continued before he could speak. “The best time to strike will be before the weapons are sold. The bidders will want to inspect the shipment first and then after that the only people left near the truck or trucks will be Hun’s guards.”
            “We can take them out easy enough,” Raph said, settling his hands on his sai.
            “We’ll have to be silent about removing them while the bidding is taking place,” Leo continued. “Everyone’s attention will be focused on that so a couple of us can drive the trucks out of there.”
            “But as soon as the engines start they’ll be all over us,” Don said. “The bidders and the guys hiding outside.”
            “Not if they’ve already started fighting each other,” Nobody said.
            Leo crossed his arms over his plastron. “It’ll take split second timing. We get rid of the guards and have our own drivers in place before we do anything else. Don and Mikey, you two will drive the trucks after you get rid of the guards.”
            “Suppose there are more than two trucks?” Mikey asked.
            “I can’t imagine they’d be selling that large a cache,” Leo said, “but if they are, then I’ll drive the third truck.”
            “I’ll need a few minutes to scan the trucks to make sure they don’t have tracking devices attached to them or the shipment,” Don said.
            “Will five minutes be enough?” Leo asked.
            “Yeah, just,” Don answered.
            “Be fast, bro’,” Leo said. “As soon as you’ve got control of the trucks, the rest of us are going to start a little gang war outside.”
            “If this is going down in a populated area, I don’t want there to be a shootout,” Nobody warned.
            “I think we can make them aware of each other to the point that they’ll see the downside to everyone all shooting at once,” Leo said. “Once the bickering starts Don and Mike can drive those trucks right out of there.”
            “What’s to stop them from following us?” Mikey asked. “I’ve been in that situation before.”
            Raph drew his sai, spinning the weapons effortlessly. “How’s about I puncture a few tires? Quickest way I know to put a car out of commission.”
            “Speaking of cars,” Nobody said, “the only way we’ll know where everyone is meeting is by following the gang leaders. Since I don’t know which of them is actually going to accept the offer to bid on those weapons, I’ve brought a few nondescript vehicles from the impound yard for us to use.”
            He led the way to one end of the parking garage where the turtles saw several cars had been parked. All were dark in color, slightly beat up, and all had tinted windows. They were exactly the type of cars that would fit into almost any neighborhood without anyone paying any interest in them.
            Nobody reached into one of the cars and withdrew three oversized hoodies and a large duster. He tossed the duster to Raph and the hoodies to the other three brothers.
            “Disguises for you to wear while you’re driving,” Nobody said in explanation. “Leonardo and Donatello, I cut holes in the backs of yours so you’ll have access to your weapons. We’ll each take a different gang representative to follow and with any luck, one of them will lead us to this meeting.”
            “There’s only four cars here,” Raph said. “You riding with one of us?”
            “No. I worried that they might go somewhere that’ll be hard for a car to follow without being noticed and I know how much you like motorcycles,” Nobody said, waving a hand towards a black motorcycle parked near one of the garage’s support beams.
            Raph let out a long, low whistle as he approached the bike. In outward appearance it was just as unremarkable as the cars, but Raph wasn’t looking at the paint job, he was looking at the engine.
            “Is this a 1000 cc four stroke?” Raph asked, squatting next to the bike. “I’ll bet I can really crank this betty up.”
            “You could, but it would draw too much attention,” Nobody told him. “It’d be best if you didn’t push the envelope unless you need to.”
            Raph stood up, a big grin on his face. “You the man, Nobody.”
            “How are we going to communicate with each other?” Don asked. “I didn’t bring an extra shell cell.”
            “We’ll use these mikes,” Nobody said, pulling the small devices from a hidden pocket in his cape. He handed them to the turtles, then said, “Here, I’ll show you how to attach them.”
            He tipped his head at Raph who pulled on the duster. Once he was wearing the long coat, Nobody stepped in close to turn back the collar and pin the microphone in place.
            Mikey had started to feel a small niggling sensation in his gut as soon as Nobody presented Raph with the motorcycle. Now it grew to a low burn and Mikey could feel it heating his neck as Nobody touched Raph, their faces altogether too near each other’s for Mikey’s liking.
            If Nobody didn’t step back pretty quick they were going to have words. Mikey started forward, his brain having clicked into the off position as his instincts took over. He’d covered half the distance towards the pair when Nobody pulled away from Raph to retrieve the motorcycle helmet from the bike’s seat and then he tossed it to the red banded turtle.
            “The duster will hide your body, but you still need one of these,” Nobody said.
            Mikey snapped out of his jealousy induced trance and quickly pulled his hoodie on, placing his mini-microphone as Nobody had demonstrated. A glance around showed him that no one had paid any mind to his movements and for that he was heartily thankful.
            He started to wonder just how far this newly formed desire for Raphael was going to take him. Was he going to imagine that everyone who got within a couple of feet of Raph was after his dick? There was no way Mikey would survive having to constantly fight with his emotions like that. It made him ponder how Raph managed to live with his.
            “I taped an address to the dashboard of each of your cars and to the inside of your helmet, Raphael,” Nobody said. “Those are the places where you can pick up your assigned gang rep. According to my source, the meet is set for eleven so if none of your assigned guys has stirred by ten-thirty, leave and follow the trail of one of your brothers.”
            “What happens after we disappear with the weapons?” Don asked.
            “As soon as you’re clear, I’ll call the police,” Nobody said. “They’ll arrive in time to see a small gang war raging and arrest everyone in sight. We’ll meet back here and I’ll drive the trucks back to the police impound lot, not as Nobody but as Officer Longer.”
            “Are we done talking?” Raph asked, already seated on the bike. “Can we go now?”
            “I suppose we’d better,” Nobody said.
            After everyone had chosen a car and started their engines, Nobody did a quick mike check. Satisfied that everything was in working order, they waited as Nobody opened one of the gates and then all pulled out into the street, turning in different directions.
            Raph trailed Mikey for a few blocks before turning right and leaving him. Mikey felt the loss of his presence keenly. Splitting up during a mission was never one of his favorite things to do and he was going to count the minutes until he was back with his brothers again.
            It wasn’t hard to find the building that housed the gang Mikey had been charged to watch. Since it wasn’t a heavily residential street, he had no problem finding a parking spot that was near enough for him to see everyone who went in and out of the place.
            Leaning back against the seat cushion, Mikey allowed himself a good wide stretch and a yawn to match. Looking down at the console, Mikey saw that Nobody had supplied him with a bottle of water and one of iced coffee. The guy sure tried to think of everything.
            The earlier heavy rain had settled into a soft drizzle and Mikey watched as droplets formed on the windshield and slid down, picking up momentum and then merging with other droplets. It was almost hypnotic and Mikey found that it was soothing the emotions that had been stirred up earlier in the garage.
            Nobody wasn’t trying to get with Raph and Donny probably wasn’t either. All of that was in Michelangelo’s head and he darn well knew it. The drinks inside the car were a good indication that Nobody simply wanted to take care of his troops, just as his making sure that Raph had transportation that he was comfortable with.
            Demonstrating on Raph how to attach the mike was more than likely a subtle way to wire up the hot head without letting him get his own impatient hands on the delicate device. Heck even Don could attest to the number of gadgets Raph had broken because he didn’t have enough self-restraint to take the time to learn how to use them.
            Mikey sighed. Lately he couldn’t seem to get Raphael out of his head. Even sitting here on a stake-out that he should have been enjoying, all he could do was ruminate on his feelings for his brother.
            A door opened on the building that Mikey was watching and he straightened in his seat. Two men came out, one of whom was carrying a large briefcase. The one without the briefcase moved around to the driver’s side of a car that was parked directly in front of the building, opening the door before glancing up and down the street.
            Sliding down to avoid being seen, Mikey saw the man pull a pistol from the back of his waistband before slipping in behind the wheel. His companion stood by the passenger door but didn’t enter the car, instead staring at the door of the building through which he’d just exited.
            A couple of minutes later the door opened again and a half dozen men streamed out. They were all armed and none of them made any attempts to hide their arsenal. The group formed a semi-circle around the man with the briefcase and Mikey could see that he was telling them something, no doubt some last minute instructions.
            Receiving affirmative nods from the group, the briefcase holder climbed into the car and it pulled away from the curb. His subordinates turned away from the receding car and piled into three others that were parked farther down the street.
            Mikey faced a dilemma. If he pulled out now to follow the first car, the other guys would see him and know what he was up to. If he waited too long, he’d take a chance on losing the lead car.
            Turtle luck, such as it was, turned in his favor for once. The three cars started down the street in the opposite direction from the lead car, moving away from Mikey. He turned the ignition key and swung his car onto the street, giving it a little extra speed so that he could catch sight of the lead car. No doubt the gang leader had told his minions to circle around and approach the meeting location from a route that would keep them from being seen.
            There were just enough other cars on the road to keep Mikey’s from appearing suspicious. That coupled with the drizzle and the fact that he held back as far as he could from the lead car allowed Mikey to follow them without fearing that he’d be seen.
            Mikey turned his mouth down towards the mike and said, “It looks like my guys are headed to the meet. Either that or they carry their dirty laundry in a briefcase.”
            “Yeah, mine keeps theirs in a duffel bag,” Raph’s responded. “They sent a little convoy ahead before they left.”
            “Same here,” Leo said, his voice low. “I doubt if any of them are going to the meeting without backup. How are you doing, Donny?”
            “Just watched my marks drive off,” Don said. “I have to hang back a couple of blocks because their backup is following them.”
            “No doubt they’ll cut off to look for a hiding place before they reach their destination,” Nobody said. “We may have to make a quick change of plans if all of the unwanted guests run into each other before the bidding starts.”
            “Be ready for anything guys,” Leo instructed.
            “Aren’t we always?” Mikey asked, chuckling.
            Mikey tailed his targets for another quarter of an hour before it became obvious they were headed for the docks. His brothers and Nobody all reported that they were converging on the same location and in another ten minutes their final destination became obvious.
            Nobody gave instructions as to where they should meet so as not to be seen by the Purple Dragons or the various gangs who were no doubt hiding near the meeting place. Mikey found a spot to park his car, locking it up before scaling the side of a building to reach the roof top.
            As he ran along the roof tops to meet his brothers, Mikey wondered where Raph was going to park his motorcycle and if he’d have a hard time giving it up. He loved the bike that Don had built for him, but he sure seemed to have taken a shine to the one Nobody had lent him for the night.
            Mikey liked the way Raph had looked while seated on that slick black bike too, especially wearing that black duster. It made Raph appear even more dangerous than he already was. Despite the gravity of the mission Mikey was on, he couldn’t help feeling a shiver of excitement at the mental image of Raph on that bike. Maybe he could find a way to trick Raph into letting Mikey take a picture of him on the motorcycle before he had to return it.
            It would be even better if Mikey got to ride on it with him. Mikey could totally imagine pulling the duster aside and straddling Raph’s lap as the bike roared down the road. How great it would feel to have the pulsing throb of the engine under him while at the same time having Raph’s hard . . . .
            Mikey realized at the last second that he was coming up on his jump and shook his head to clear it. This was so not the time or place for his brain to be headed in a southerly direction.
            His contemplations must have made Mikey slow because everyone else was waiting on him. Leo frowned slightly but Mikey quickly said, “Hey, I had to dodge some people after I parked the car.”
            “It’s all right, Michelangelo,” Nobody said. “I did a quick reconnoiter while we were waiting. There are six different gangs represented here and it appears they’ve all brought backup. Fortunately, they’ve each taken up different hiding spots along the docks and pier.”
            “I’m sure each of the gangs is quite aware the others have people hidden nearby too,” Leo said.
            “If this bidding is supposed to start at eleven, we’d better get a move on,” Raph urged.
            “Don, you and Mikey make your way onto the roof of that warehouse,” Leo said, pointing out a building standing on the pier near the water. Cars were parked next to it, their headlights on, but no one had gotten out of the vehicles because the warehouse doors were all closed. “Assess the situation inside and give us a sit rep.”
            “Raphael, Leonardo and I will split up and silently disable the cars the other gang members are driving,” Nobody said. “If there’s a third truck then Leonardo will join you two in the warehouse, otherwise he’ll take care of the cars the gang leaders drove so they can’t chase you.”
            “When the bidding begins, take the guards out of the equation,” Leo said. “Tell me when you’re about to make your move and that’s when I’ll attack the cars. I’ll give you eight minutes; five to do the scan for tracking devices and three to take out the guards. After that I’ll be in position to stop anyone from firing at you once you’ve started the truck engines. Don’t be late because I might have to break cover to distract them and I don’t want to be seen too soon.”
            “As soon as the trucks clear the warehouse I’ll phone the state police gang unit,” Nobody said. “I’ve already alerted them through an anonymous tip that something might go down tonight, so they’ll be here fast and they’ve got helicopters. Whatever you do, don’t stop because we don’t want the police focused on you.”
            “Okay we’ve got it,” Mikey said. “Beat up the guards, steal the trucks, and drive really, really fast.”
            From far below them, the group saw the warehouse’s large overhead door slowly begin to roll upwards, a good indication that the sale was about to start.
            “Time to split up,” Nobody said. “Good luck.”
            His cape waved in the air as he leaped over the edge of the building and disappeared from sight. Leo took a last quick look around at his brothers and then followed the vigilante.
            As Mikey prepared to leave with Don, Raph caught his arm. “Don’t do nothing foolish nut ball,” Raph admonished him, squeezing his arm tightly.
            The move took Mikey by surprise and he stammered, “D . . . don’t worry about . . . .”
            He didn’t get to finish the sentence as Raph released him and sped away, leaving Mikey feeling flustered. Don had to tap his shell to get his attention. “Let’s go, Mikey.”
            Regaining his senses, Mikey grinned at his brother and said, “Onward Donny-boy!”
TBC……………..
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