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Raphael fell silent for about ten minutes. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened again, but no words came out. He wasn't even sure of what he wanted to say.
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Marsha glanced over at Raph and shook her head, a small smile on her face as she kept her silence, looking back up at the sky.
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She turned her head a bit to smile at Leoa nd Marsha. "My place. I wanna show you around." Randi moved quickly through the sewers as sure as a mouse whose run through the same maze hundreds of times. After a few minutes, she dropped abruptly and turned to stared down a tunnel that wasn't as dark as it should been. Lights danced around and two of them fell on her.
"Graysight!" Came the voice from the tunnel
"What!" Randi's voice sounded slightly harsh and annoyed.
"Ma'am!" The voice replied, only closer. "You disapeared. We went-..."
"People don't just 'disapear', Sergeant Gordan." Randi cut him off, "I did not 'disapear'; for, if I had, I wouldn't be here, now would I?"
The black and white rat who had just appeared out of the tunnel followed by a few other mutants and humans blinked. "Well, uh... I suppose?" The rat, Gordan, looked Marsha and Leo. "And... who are they... Ma'am?"
Randi turned to look at Leo and Marsha. There was a split second look of surprise on her face which quickly went to stone. She looked back to Gordan. "They are friends of mine. The male is Leonardo, he is Donatello's brother. The female is Marsha, she is close to Donatello too. Anymore questions?"
"...No ma'am... would you like us to escort your guests and you back?"
"..." She simply nodded and began to follow the rat and his troupe. She growled to herself. That stupid girl, getting in the way of things. There was no time to play!
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Leo walked beside her now. "Randi? Who are they? Are they part of the militia?" he asked in a whisper.
Marsha stayed silent as she walked on the other side of Randi. She watched the troops closely, but her thoughts were elsewhere at this time. Finally, she would be able to see Donatello again, but could she even find the courage to gather up a conversation with him? Was this even such a good idea?