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[i_speak_softly]

Who: i_speak_softly, gaijin_ninja, and thesevencodes
What: Missing Mikey
When: Shortly after Mike disappears
Where: In and around C6
Summary: Mike is gone. Time for the remaining Turtles to close ranks, angst communally, and hate all outsiders.
Rating: PG-13, at least

Don climbs the stairs to the roof slowly. As he expected, Raph is still there, looking over the village as twilight gathers. He's been there all day, watching the horizon like a lonely wife on a widow's-walk. Like Michelangelo will appear out there in the blue, and come back to them.

He won't. Don feels it. Last time Mike was only kidnapped, taken to another part of this damned prison-world, but this time he's gone. Solitary vigil won't do them any good now. They need to be together, to take stock, to figure out how they're going to get through this.

"Raph. Come inside."

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"Impossible." That's the only thing he hears, and he knows it's true. They're flying blinder than they ever have. This is nothing like the Shredder. This is nothing like the Tricereton prison.

Another wave of hopelessness washes over him, moving through his spine. But it instantly translates to anger, burning a fire in his gut.

He finds his fist buried in the wall again.

"There's nothin'! Nothin' we can do but call those cowards out and tear their fuckin' heads off!"

[i_speak_softly]

"It's circular." Don paces in Raph's wake. "We can't make plans without getting information, and we can't get information without jeopardizing our plans."

Then Raph explodes, and he's pulling back from the spray of plaster.

"There's nothin'! Nothin' we can do but call those cowards out and tear their fuckin' heads off!"

Don sighs. For now, what he can do is pull Raph's fist from the wall, inspect the bandages, make sure he didn't split his knuckles again.