"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼."

After the first time you went on patrol with April and Casey, you'd gone with them at least once a week from then on. So far, you'd gotten a lot better at acting on impulse and intuition, rather than take too long to trying to find the best, non-violent, course of action. Of course you still weren't the best at using blunt weapons like Casey, and something small like April's fan wasn't your style either. A weapon with moderate range, but bluntness was your best shot.

It was then when you received a handmade weapon.

"After hearing your preferences, Donnie finally whipped something up for you." April handed you a short, foldable looking metallic hilt. "Depending on which of these buttons you press, you can change the weapon."

"So it changes it's shape to fit what I want to fight with? That's both amazing and impossible to fathom. I've got to meet the genius behind this someday."

Ever since then, you'd been practicing with the new weapon, but of course you still only knew the basics. Casey was only a decent teacher after all.

And ever since you'd been learning, this was your first chance to put the weapon in action.

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You skated behind Casey to catch up before splitting off as they had just entered a supposedly vacant warehouse. It turned out that several men in suits were inside and apparently, April, Casey, and their mysterious friends were fighting inside. You could hear (what you assumed were) laser gunshots, shouts, and grunts as the battle continued on.

You were told by April to wait outside on standby and if anything went wrong, or if back up came from the outside, to shoot off a flare that would call for a tactical retreat. That, and if something went terribly wrong like if someone got hurt or -

or that.

A grey and white compact car crashed right through the wall a few feet from you and sped off into the road screeching, tire marks following. Wiping the dust from your face, you pressed a button on the metal hilt of the adaptable weapon, and it shot out on both ends, creating a metal staff you used to launch yourself forward. You went speeding after the vehicle, following the tire marks and the sound of a desperate engine escaping from the battle.

You never knew you could skate fast enough to catch the same grey car crashing into one of the parked Beatle cars, only to speed off again. But that one slip up took enough time for you to catch up.

Using your newly adapted weapon, you shoved yourself off traveling cars in the busy street to boost yourself forward. You were nearly close enough to place a tracker on with your own hands, all until it drifted and swerved into another white van filled with the same sunglasses-suit-and-tie men.

All the intimidating secret agent looking men turned their gazes to you; even the traffic stopped for their emotionless glares. You skidded to a stop and stood there, half frozen in fear, your teeth gritting against each other, but you finished your job.

Jolting yourself forward, you danced around the traffic jam and got out of the busy street, leaving a tracker on the rim of one of the wheels as you slid by. As soon as you zoomed past the collision, you could see (what looked to be) lasers shot your way. You were sure the adrenaline in your body was causing tears to brim your eyes from the fear alone.

Diving out of the streets of New York and into the damp alleyways instead, you clambered up an apartment building fire escape and got to high ground as soon as possible. Just like what Casey and April taught you.

Finally the shots of plasma stopped and you leaned against the heating unit of the building. You could finally breathe, but as soon as you took a deep breath, you could feel your injuries surface. You hadn't noticed, but you had several scratches and small bruises from when the grey car had burst from the wall. Some of the debris must have nicked your body - well that, and you'd finally seen the singed clothing and skin from the lasers.

You'd been shot in the arm, but luckily it looked like the laser only grazed you. That didn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch though. Your clothes had been burned right off - almost as if they evaporated - and the skin was burned, scared, and red. Although it wasn't too severe of a burn, and would heal in time, this wasn't something that would be easy to treat on your own - at least not with your amount of pain tolerance.

Picking up your T-phone with your good arm, you called for Casey's phone number, hoping their battle was over and they could come help you out a little.

Placing the phone between your shoulder and ear, you pulled at your first aid kit.

"(Y/N)! Where are you!?" Casey sounded more angry than worried.

"I'm doing just fine too, thanks." You groaned out as you pulled the aloe vera, antiseptic, and bandages out from their pockets.

"Whoa, you sound terrible."

"Yeah, no shit." You hissed as you tore off your shirt sleeve to let the wound breathe.

"What happened? Where are you?"

"I'm a few blocks away - maybe a mile? Two? I don't know, I wasn't keeping track." You took a deep breath, bit your lip, and wiped it down with the antiseptic.

"Wait! You mean you actually went after the getaway car?!" He sounded proud, but you could barely hear him right now.

"Ow-ow-ow. Yeah, I'm on the rooftop of some apartment building." You hung up, tired of Casey's stupid questions before you applied the aloe vera. Your phone rung again and you picked up. "WHAT CASEY!?" You hissed out of anger and pain.

"Not Casey."

Your heart almost leaped out of your mouth, and the embarrassment of blowing up suddenly was beginning to surface. "Sorry, Leonardo..." You muttered.

"It's fine. I know Casey can be..."

"Yeah. I know." You chuckled with a wince.

Leonardo cleared his throat before he spoke again, "Anyways, Donatello is tracing your T-phone so that we can find you. We'll be there in a minute." He hung up and you could feel the pain of your burn surface again. Maybe you shouldn't be the one to dress this wound.

It was a few minutes, but April and Casey eventually made their way to the rooftop, climbing up the same fire escape you had.

"(Y/N)! Oh my gosh!" April rushed to your side, where you had been messily bandaging your burn and placing band aids on some scratches you had.

"Umm... It's not as bad as it looks?" You spoke nervously, trying to calm her down, but eventually she took the reins and tended to you.

"You look terrible though." Casey quipped.

You only rolled your eyes at him. "Yeah, well I did end up successfully placing the tracker your friend Donatello made so-"

"WAIT YOU ACTUALLY DID IT?!" Casey's surprised shout caused some angry cries from the residents nearby, but he ignored it.

"Yes, so if your tech buddy wants to track it, knock yourselves out." Despite that you were actually really proud of yourself for doing your part, you were aching all over and couldn't really focus on much else than your pain.

"Great job, (Y/N)!" Casey laughed aloud and patted your head, causing you to roll your eyes, and smile at his childishness.

"Thanks... and tell Leonardo thanks for the call, too."