Brooke brushed off her uniform once more before she walked into the prison where Shredder was waiting to be transported to a long-term facility. 

As she stepped inside she saw there was much more security set up than there normally was but seeing as they currently held one of the most notorious criminals New York had ever seen, she didn't see anything wrong with it.

Always better to be safe than sorry.

Getting through security, she made her way to where the captain had told her and the other officers to meet. Seeing the others already there seemingly waiting for the captain, she quickly walked over to them and stood next to Casey.

They exchanged a quick greeting with one another before they continued to wait for the captain to show up and hand out the final orders.

Soon enough the captain showed up. He held a small clipboard in his hands, everyone assumed it held the information about what their roles would be.

Deciding to not waste any time, the captain immediately began to enlighten every one of the roles that had been assigned to them. The role ranged in their difficulty but they all played an important part in ensuring that the transportation went smoothly.

"Brooke" The captain then turned to her. "You're gonna be riding in the truck with Casey" He informed her about her role.

Hearing that a smile spread across her features. She turned to look up at Casey, wearing her devilish smile. He rolled his eyes at her before a tiny smirk tugged at his lips.

Everyone then left to go to their positions and roles. Brooke and Casey paced to where the NYPD van was. Already there were dozens of guards with their guns drawn, prepared in case the Shredder decided to try anything.

With the stern looks on their faces and their tense posture, Brooke almost felt like she was the criminal being transported as she walked towards the van.

The duo stood not far from the police van. A few of their coworkers then brought out two more criminals that would be transported along with Shredder. Bebop and Rocksteady.

Bebop had a purple mohawk, purple shades in a complementing colour to his hair and a somewhat trashy, at least in Brooke's mind, septum piercing. He stood a few inches taller than Brooke at 5'11.

Rocksteady, or Owen Rocksteed as was listed on his files, had red hair and a matching beard. He towered well over the young brunette and many other officers for that matter, standing at a mighty 6'6 feet tall.

The two felons were known for their loud and irritating antics. They had been in police custody for a few months after being arrested for grand theft, aggravated assault, evading police and several other crimes.

Despite the fact that they were about to be transported to an even harsher prison for the rest of their days, the two buddies continued to make quips with one another while simultaneously annoying the officers around them.

With the criminal duo locked and strapped inside the van, everyone could only stand around and wait until it came time for Shredder to be escorted out towards the van.

Just as early evening fell, two wide metal prison doors opened. Everyone knew who would be coming out of those doors. Brooke adjusted her posture so she was standing up straight, doing her best to mask her nerves.

The Shredder walked out in his orange prison jumpsuit, faded scars etched across his face. A menacing scowl covered his face. His hands were cuffed in front of his body and thick chains wrapped around a sleeveless black jacket across his torso.

Shredder took his time to reach the van, even with officers escorting him. His scowl remained unfaltering the entire time. He walked up the metal steps that lead into the van, before being strapped tightly into the chair that was bolted to the floor.

Brooke and Casey carefully watched as the two officers step down from the van. "Jones, Miller" A voice suddenly spoke behind them. Before they turned the duo knew who the voice belonged to, the captain.

"They're all yours" He confirmed, sending Brooke a quick look as if to say here's your shot kid.

Casey slapped on his police cap. "What up, Big Daddy Law Breaker?" He teased. "On behalf of the people of New York, welcome to the Big Good-bye" He avowed, before shutting the doors to the police van.

The doors locked as they were closed. The duo quickly hopped into the van, Brooke in the passenger seat while Casey was in charge of driving. Usually, she would have tried to bargain with Casey to let her drive, since she always got a rush of jubilation from being behind a steering wheel.

But she knew this wasn't the time to bargain for a slight tweak to be made to already established plans. So she accepted her role as the passenger.

All buckled up, Casey quickly started up the van's engine and the large vehicle, surrounded by several black Dodges in traditional transport formation, pulled out of the prison's garage and onto the streets of New York.

The entourage of the police force travelled down the highway with seemingly no trouble, at first. Brooke reached for Shredder's file that had been left in the van and opened the folder, looking over his documented crimes.

"Hey Casey, have you looked over this?" She asked, briefly flipping the papers around to indicate to Casey what she was talking about. "Our guy in the back here has 32 counts of first-degree murder, holy shit" She announced.

While she knew that Shredder had been regarded as one of the most notorious criminals New York had ever seen, she had seen the proper extent of his crimes. Which according to the files in her hand included kidnapping, aggravated assault and manslaughter alongside the previously mentioned accounts of first-degree murder.

Casey chuckled slightly. "Talk about one mean son of a bitch" He jested to Brooke. "Take it from somebody who had his own problems with anger management issues, you, my friend seriously need a hobby. I myself am a hockey guy. I like bone-crushing on ice" He declared.

He turned to Brooke. "You like hockey, right Brookie?" He asked, teasing her with the use of her other nickname.

"No Casey" She objected. "I'm an archery gal" She corrected him.

Jokingly, he shook his head. "Yeah, you and your archery obsession"

Brooke rolled her eyes at him. Bebop and Rocksteady then attempted to start a conversation with Shredder, only to be given the silent treatment by him. The criminal duo then began trading quips back and forth, quickly annoying Brooke and Casey.

Banging her hand against the metal gate that blocked them from the three felons, Brooke yelled at them. "Hey, you two, shut it"

"The world works in mysterious ways don't it Shredder" Casey then spoke, projecting his voice so Shredder would hear it. "Now you get to spend the rest of your life behind bars, with those two knuckleheads" He recited.

"Or not" Shredder simply countered, turning around briefly to look at them. Causing Brooke to quickly turn back to face the road, before glancing out her side mirror. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but Shredder did unnerve her quite a bit.

Directly in her side view mirror, she could see a group of motorcycles suddenly approach the van and the surrounding black cars. The bikes skillfully zipped around the police vehicles, confusing Brooke and Casey as the motorbikes now caught his attention.

Seeing one of the riders attach a small device to one of the black Dodges as they zipped past, Brooke focused her gaze on the small gadget. Seeing a yellow glow coming from the device her thoughts raced with what it could've been.

The yellow light then switched to a red glow, finally clicking in Brooke's mind what they were. Explosives.

As it clicked in her mind, the explosives on the cars in front and behind the van suddenly went off. Although the incendiaries were small, they were incredibly powerful. The explosions strong were enough to cause the Dodges to flip down the road, rendering them unusable for any future transportation.

To avoid hitting the cars, Casey had to violently swerve the van around them. Throwing everyone in the vehicle around quite a bit.

Grabbing his radio, Casey began to yell police codes into the device. Hoping to receive instructions on what exactly they should do, following the Foot Clan's ambush. While he was occupied with his radio, Brooke caught a glance of something from her side mirror.

Soldiers then jumped onto the side of the van, using some sort of device that allowed them to connect to the side of the police van."Ok, now it's serious" Brooke announced, unclicking her seatbelt and reaching for her weapon. Her bow and arrows.

Casey's face twitched in confusion at seeing her bow inside the police van. "How did you get that inside here?" He quizzed.

"Don't worry about it, just drive" She replied, before leaning out of her window and readying her loaded bow. Swiftly, firing off an arrow it hit one of the soldiers climbing up the side of the truck. Causing them to fall onto the road, being left in the van's dust.

Reaching into her quiver, she quickly began to prep another one of her arrows. This time with the intent of hitting one of the other soldiers, that were now attempting to cut open the truck's roof likely in order to create a way for Shredder to escape.

Aiming her next arrow at one of the Foot soldiers, she fired. At the same time, manhole covers came flying towards the soldier. With all the projectiles coming at them, another soldier jumped from the side of the van.

Brooke quickly moved her body to dodge the oncoming manhole covers. "Holy shit" She gasped, shocked at what had just happened.

Still leaning out of the passenger window she managed to catch a quick glance a the vehicle. It appeared to be a recycled garbage truck, painted in yellow and green.

Some of the Foot soldiers on motorcycles turned to now go after the garbage truck. Brooke reached for another one of her arrows but was quickly called back into the van by Casey. Pulling the upper half of her body back into the small front area, she inhaled a few long breaths.

"What's happening out there?" Casey immediately asked, having only seen a fraction of what had occurred courtesy of his side view mirror.

"Oh you know just the usual, we're being ambushed by the Foot and there's some garbage truck firing off manhole covers just behind us" She panted. "Just another day on the job" She exclaimed.

Casey, obviously, raised a brow at her words. But before he could attempt to question her further on the supposed garbage truck that was trailing behind them, a helicopter then appeared above them, seemingly out of nowhere.

Again he spoke into his radio. "We are two miles from Exit 14. Set up an intercept" He directed.

As the helicopter hovered over the police van, it began to lower down a large magnet attached to the chopper by thick chains. Once connected to the van, the chopper began to lift the back end of the van up. Causing Brooke and Casey to be thrown around in the front.

Looking out his rearview mirror once more, Casey then unclicked his seatbelt. "Take the wheel" He instructed, jumping from his seat.

"Wait what?" Brooke loudly asked.

While Casey turned to the gate, reaching inside his pocket for the keys to unlock it, Brooke had to quickly lean over to the driver's side to grab the wheel in order to steady the drifting vehicle.

Pressing her boot down on the gas, she continued down the highway. Unable to see what was happening in the back with Casey she could only rely on what she was hearing, and it wasn't sounding good.

The sound of something, or rather someone hitting the side of the van caused her to grow worried for Casey. But being unable to check or help him, all she could do was continue to guide the van.

"Hi" A voice suddenly spoke from beside her.

Swivelling her head, she saw Rocksteady, who had been freed from his restraints. Being almost an entire foot taller than her, he easily grabbed the young brunette and threw her out of the driver's seat and into the back where Bebop remained.

The purple mohawk criminal smirked at her. "Hey girl, you know my name, it's Bebop" He spoke before swiftly knocking Brooke out with a hard kick to the head.