Someday the inversed Butterfly...

[dual_soulninja]

Who: Leonardo Hamato dual_soulninja and Donatello Hamato techoutmystaff
Where: An abandoned warehouse
When: Late Sunday Night
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A beam falling from a bridge places more burden on the remaining ones, who may crack from the pressure and fall to the raging river along side their brother.
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[techoutmystaff]

Donatello wasn't the worst ninja of the bunch, but two years of difference between him and Leonardo gave the leader an edge that Donatello could not match. So he had no idea he was being followed, that he had no privacy. Midway during his patrol, he paused, his eyes focused on a nearby warehouse a few blocks away. Rooftops were good for surveillance of this sort.

Perhaps he could find what he was needed there.

It was child's play to slide down the nearby emergency ladder, and he landed on the ground with a practice ease. Donatello moved through the alley and to a trash can, reaching behind it to pull out a duffel bag. It wasn't his duffel bag, but it would do. It was obvious he had hidden the mostly empty bag out here so that his brothers wouldn't see it

[dual_soulninja]

Leo watched patiently, waiting until Donny was inside before leaping towards the window sill. Without breaking the light he entered, landing on the dusty floor without a sound. He took a moment to register his surroundings; there was some rustling in the corner near an open hole- which seemed big enough for maybe a very desperate wolf or some chus but nothing else. Tensing slightly when Donny looked around, he crouched into the shadows, unmoving until his brother went back to whatever it was he'd been doing.

With a swift move, he leapt into the rafters. Studying them carefully until he found one to move to that was sturdy enough. He winced at the sound of decayed wood crashing to the floor. Geez, Don, way to be a ninja.

[techoutmystaff]

Donatello seemed to refocus after a minute or so, pushing away the thoughts he'd rather not think about. He started looking around again for useful items. It took him a short while, but he found himself some old wire, and that went into the bag.

He went around the corner and his eyes lit up. The bathroom--maybe there'd be something he could dismantle in there. The pipes, at least. Maybe some lightbulbs that still worked.

But now he was far enough from the overhead windows that he had to pull out his flashlight. He was going to wait to turn it on until after he got into the bathroom, though. Donatello didn't want to broadcast his presence....

[dual_soulninja]

...but Leo was about to do just that. He waited until he saw the faintest shift in light come from the room. A bathroom if the door wasn't wrong. Silently he flipped down, landing in a crouch and moving towards the bathroom. He waited until he was sure the flashlight wouldn't hit him before slipping in.

When he spoke, his voice was a bit deeper, gruffer and had a small tint of worry and anger to it.

"You're supposed to be on patrol. Supply runs are for the day."