Casey Jones's pov

Gosh. Those guys are totally stupid. Can't they see that Ash is just going to use us and rat us out to Shredder? And she's a cat. Splinters a giant mouse. A rat!
That may not end well.
Just sayin'...
Me and Raph (the only smart people here) are storming off into the sewers. Raph is picking up trash and heavy stuff and throwing it around and I am mumbling to myself
Aw, those stupid idiots. Why can't they understand that she's a spy...
Raph is screaming at the top of his lungs.
"THOSE IDIOTS!!! SHE IS GOING TO KILL US ALL!!!" and then kicks the wall almost as hard as he can.
"GOSH DANG-IT OWWWW!!!!"
"Raph, being a hot head isn't going to get us anywhere!"
"AND WHY THE HECK NOT?!?!"
"Because we aren't doing anything about it."
"What are you saying, Casey?"
"I'm sayin' we take this matter into our own hands."
Raph sits down and rubs his swollen foot.
"What's the plan?"
I grin.
"All 'ight. Either one of two things.
One:" I hold up my first finger.
"We wait her out and expose her for who she is."
"No. That'll never work. It'll take too long and we may be dead by then."
I hold up my second finger.
"Two: we gain her trust as quickly as we can. When she trusts us, we'll say that me, you, and her are going for an awesome training exercise.
If anyone asks to gi, we say no. But not suspiciously. We get her to a place where they can't find us, and finish it so she can't hurt us."
".....I like it. But it will still take too long.
How about this? After we gain her trust and stuff like that, we take her on-like you said- a traning exercise, but we turn her back to Shredder, providing that he doesn't kill us."
"All 'ight. But we'll just chain her up, gag her, and toss her at the doorstep of Shredder's dojo. Just to be safe."
"That's a plan." Raph says.
I help him up and we clasp our hands in a brotherly/warrior manner.
"What now, Jones?"
"You wanna have some real human fun?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I think I know of a place where we can go without you being noticed."
"Really? Where?"
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There's this place I used to go for fun until I met April and the guys. I still go there sometimes.
Every month on the fifth, they have an awesome costume party at the skating rink.
I mean almost everybody goes there.
And the good thing? Some of the costumes look so realistic, you actually think they are until you remember that you are at a costume party.
It's all supervised though. So I'm going to have to break the news to Raph that no weapons are allowed.
Me and Raph walk down the street towards the party.
"I don't know, Casey. What if this doesn't work..."
"Trust me. It will. But you're going to have to get rid of the ninja gear."
"Why?"
"No weapons allowed, dude. Even if there fake."
"Hmph... Fine." Raph says, stripping off his ninja gear and mask and hands them to me.
"Happy? Now I look like a regular turtle."
"That's the idea." I say as I place them under a low seated bench.
"What's your costume, Casey?"
"Vigilantee hockey player."
"And that's allowed with the hockey sticks and baseball bat?"
"I don't have smoke bombs, sai, or throwing stars, now do I?"
"Heh. Nope."
" 'Zactly. 'Zactly."
We're getting close. I can hear the music and and see the strobe lights.
"Come on." I say as I speed up.
We make it to the rink.
"Uh. Casey? Before we enter, how am I supposed to skate with columns instead of feet. They aren't going to have a size of skate like that."
"No problem, Raph. A lot of people don't skate. If anyone asks, just say that you ordered special shoes to pull off the costume, and to take them off would ruin the look."
"Jones, you are a genius."
"I always knew that I was the brains of this operation."
We walk in and are greeted by two bouncers standing directly inside the double doors.
"Welcome to the monthly skate party hosted by the Carlos family and the Lizzine family." says the smaller one.
He has a Russian accent.
"May we take your names and ages. As you most likely know, no one under thirteen years or over eighteen are allowed. And for safety reasons we're going to have to check for weapons, sirs." says the other, who has a surprisingly high pitch for a bouncer. But the guy is Huge...
"No problem. Casey Jones and Raphael...D'Satio. Both sixteen years of age." I say.
"Sirs, can you please raise your arms, palms facing the ground."
Me and Raph raise our arms as the bouncers pat us down.
"Excuse me sir. I'm going to have to ask you to please remove your plastic shell. It's in the way." says the big one to Raph.
Raph gives me that 'help me' look.
"Oh. Sir, that's sewed on. We ordered it online especially for tonight. Asking him to take off his shell would be like asking him to undress. Show 'em, Raph."
"It's true." he says as he pulls out on his shell, proving that it is attached to his 'costume'.
"Very well, sirs. Have a good time." the bouncers say in unison.
"Thanks." I say and me and Raph walk through the other set of doors into the main area.
"Oh, Raph. Remember that your last name is D'Satio. K?"
"Sure thing, Jones."
Raph's eyes light up at all the people around him. A few are on skates, but most of them are just dancing. Like, only about five are actually skating. He takes it all in like it is that fresh spring air that everybody once a taste of after a long and brutal winter.
"Wow..."
"Yeah. I know." I say as I lead Raph through the crowd. The music is really loud, and I almost have to yell at Raph, even though he's right beside me and doesn't dare leave my sight for fear of getting in 1) an awkward situation, or 2) getting lost and scared like a little kid.
I drag him towards the food bar. I know that all he's really had to eat are the following: algae and worms, ramen noodles, pizza, wake up energy drink, eggs, toast, oranges, and candy.
Sure, I'm sure that he's had other things. But that the majority.
"Hey Raph? Ever had ice cream?"
"Mikey likes it, but I've never really had it..."
I grab a Styrofoam bowl and pump some vanilla soft serve into it from the machine setting on the buffet table and had it to him.
"Eat up." I say as I also hand him a spoon.
He takes a bite and then hands it back to me quickly.
"What is that? That's ice cream? That stuff is horrible!!!"
"What do you mean?" I say as I take a bite out of the still full bowl.
"That is way too much sugar."
"Not a sugar guy, huh?" I say as I throw the now empty bowl in the trash can and look around for something that Raph can eat.
The guy is so picky...
"Try this." I say, handing him a mini bag of Lays brand sour cream and onion chips.
He opens them and puts one in his mouth.
"Wow. These are good. And, Casey. I've had chips before. Just for the record. Just not these kind." he says, eating some more in between sentences. Soon the entire bag is empty.
I grab us each a can of Dr. Pepper and hand one to him. He obviously hasn't had soda, because he flinches while opening it.
"Dude. You're scared of a soda can."
"Am not! I just...wasn't expecting it. Yeah. Just not ready for a really loud spewing from a can of harmless... What is it called?"
"Soda."
"Yeah. Soda." he says as he takes a sip, then downs the rest.
"Okay. So you've poisoned me with sugar. Fed me chips. And introduced me to soda. Now what?"
I look around. Everybody is dancing on the dance floor or sitting on couches and chairs the opposite of us about thirty feet away.
"Your call Raph." I say.
He looks around. He looks across the dance floor and his jaw drops.
"Who's that?" he asks, nodding towards a group of three girls dancing close to the center of the dance floor. They're clumsy. Probably just drama queens seeking attention from anyone.
"Those girls?" I ask pointing towards them and they giggle at each other as they see me.
Raph looks and jumps back a little.
"Ew. No. Her." he says and points to a girl sipping a soda near the sofas, but she is still on the dance floor. I can't get a good view of her, because she is right under a blue strobe.
"I can't tell." I say and look at him.
"You should go and talk to her."
"What! No way. Not alone."
"Fine, you big baby. I'll introduce you. Then walk off. I'll keep an eye on you in case she happens to have a knife I can save you."
"Funny, Jones." he says and we walk across the dance floor. I get a good look at her and I still don't know who she is. She had blonde hair and is wearing a costume that looks like a bird. Yep. Definalty a blue bird. Complete with a beak and feathers attached to her dress.
We go up to her.
"Hey." I say. Raph is blushing.
Turtles can blush?
"Hi." she says in a peppy voice.
"I'm Casey Jones. This is my friend Raph D'Satio."
Raph takes in a breath and says a very shakey 'hi'.
"I'm Vanessa."
There is a moment of awkward silence.
"Hey. Oh. I think I see some one I know. Catch you guys later." I say and walk off with a smile playing my lips. This will be interesting...
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