Scene #8606: The Lobotomy Corp Team Try To Capture Turtles

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Angela	Lobotomy Corp has heard of mysterious cryptids that come out of the sewers at night that also apparently fight crime. On the lookout for new Abnormalities to replace the ones that have escaped, Lobotomy Corp has sent out a team to investigate! The Agents sent on this mission are BETTY!--BETTY! is a twelve foot tall near full conversion cyborg with a bark like brown colorscheme and no less than six spindly mechanical arms protruding from her torso. BETTY!'s 'face' is a round screen presently showing an emoticon style ^o^ expression against a green field of color. BETTY! is carrying a strange mace with a red eyed smileyface at the end of it and a blood splattered (across the hemline) uniform that looks like it is barely containing BETTY!'s massive frame. Shajo, a five foot seven man in thin framed glasses that is carrying a large bloodied axe in his hands in a green and grey suit. He has a plain face and is constantly frowning. And... A newcomer! This is a silent woman carrying a Khakkhara wearing an armband signifying that she's part of the Safety Team. She is also wearing a stern expression and has her black hair pulled back into a bun. She isn't saying anything but her name is Moku. They have been spotted gathering near a sewer entrance. Moku is holding an ipad with a green haired young adult of indeterminate gender who seems to be sleeping on the job. They are not being particularly stealthy even as BETTY! pulls free the manhole cover and declares, "BETTY'S HELPING!" happily. "Be a little more quiet, we don't want to spook them." Shajo mutters. "..." Moku adds.
Stelle	Stelle is pretty new to this Multiverse thing. It's not -too- crazy given her little corner of space and all of the awesome and/or terrible things that happen up there. She's in it for the experience, though, and being out and about in the 'verse is all about experiences. Thusly, the Trailblazer is moseying down THIS SAME STREET. Except she's not hunting cryptids, she's eating a, frankly, enormous slice of pepperoni and meatball pizza that smells like it might also have extra garlic on it. Her expression is very, very close to BETTY's. Her pace is decidedly a mosey, and at first, she strolls right past the weird ass trio as they lurk around a manhole cover. Like some kind of cartoon, she stops and then walks backwards to get another look, golden eyes blinking a few times. "There's not, like, a sewer gas leak or anything, is there?"
Kale Hearthward	New York! A haven for multiversal weirdness is a welcome change, after dealing with certain places that don't welcome it at all. Or, at least, Kale assumes that New York has that reputation, but either way he's out here openly. Actually more than just him, he has his crew with him. "Telling you, we're lost. Check the GPS already." "It keeps getting interference from all these tall buildings. Kale, don't you have some directional sense?" "Yeah, well, unless you want to know which way north is, that's not gonna help us." "Well just fly up and take a look." "Last time I tried that here I got fined- look -" The animal trio have stopped near the Lobcorp trio. "Hey, you look like you're from around here. Do you know where the closest subway station is?" he asks BETTY!.
James Bond	EARLIER Vigilante cryptids. Bond supposes he's heard stranger. And, having the support of an organization like the Paladins doesn't hurt for information gathering and verification. On the tenth floor of a prestigious hotel, Bond draws the blinds closed on his penthouse window. He checks the usuals--light fixtures, dressers, end table near the telephone. It looks clear. Taking a seat at a mahogany writing desk overlooked by a framed replica of a famous cubist painting, he opens a false panel underneath the surface and retrieves a manila folder. Most of the photos are grainy, taken at night to boot, but they give a clear enough idea, at least, that the rumors and accounts collated on the next few pages aren't idle fancy. Making contact with these cryptids could, at best, mean talented new recruits--at worst, like-minded allies. NOW A black Aston Martin V8, with tinted windows, is parked nearby the gathering. The car's silhouette bears the firm, decisive lines of the late eighties, with iconic round headlights. Behind the darkened windscreen, a man with neatly combed dark hair and cold, yet expressive blue eyes listens in, a silent participant in local police broadband for any mention of the cryptids in question. He looks up from the conole on the car's dashboard, at the sign of motion outside. With the press of a button hidden on the steering column, the surveillance array swivels and conceals itself behind the facade of an ordinary car's radio. Bond steps out, smooths his cream-colored sport jacket and flags Kale down, shutting the door with a soft 'whump.' "Lost, were you? It's a grid system, so they say."
Touta Konoe	There's something to be said about Elites. One way or another there's always some sort of an opportunity for them to find themselves in a mess of things. Each opportunity brings something new no matter how small. It's for that reason that Touta finds himself motivated to take any opportunity he can to get out. Touta Konoe, a young man who at the moment appeared to be in his mid-twenties. His attire makes him seem rather well-equipped for a night mission. A light black-jacket running down to his waist with the sleeves curled up just below the elbows, black slacks running past the tongue of his shoes, even the katana he casually wields is as black as the night sky. The only thing that'd be a problem is his t-shirt but he's buttoned up so it's fine for the most part. By the time he's made it to sewer entrance, he's been at Lobotomy Corp before so if the EGO Gear wasn't just standing out already as something an Elite would have, it probably at least gives him an idea of what kind of Elites they are. He mosied himself to the L Crew watching as they prepare, "Man, you guys really are quick to the punch, huh?" As Stelle comes up, he's raising a brow not thinking much of it himself. Honestly, with that pizza in hand, she looks like she could just be any other New Yorker about late at night. Though her not freaking out with all the weapons...Well, it is New York. "Hopefully not. Think there's just some uh...Vermin problems the city's dealing with." And it's just as he says that he finds himself looking to Kale's group. He's not sure he's met them properly before but from the conversation they're having. "Oi, iunno about the subway station. But I think you guys might have already found your destination."
Angela	Shajo startles a little, looking back to Stelle. There is no sign of recognition in his eyes at first until he hears Stell speak. "Netzach we've got company. ... ... Netzach?" Netzach hiccups a little in his sleep. Shajo exhales. "Okay," He looks to Stelle. "Since management is napping, we heard Abnormalities were coming out of these sewers. Right now we just want to gather some information. Word is they're four of them. Pretty tall and green. S'all we know." "..." Moku says, tipping the widebrimmed straw hat she's wearing in Stelle's direction before turning her head to look at Kale whereupon she says, "..." to them too. She gives the trio a nod. Moku doesn't seem to be a chatty person. ''Do you know where the closest subway station is?'' "BETTY! doesn't know sorry ;o; ;o;" BETTY! says. "Maybe you can help us catch these Abnormalities! ...Oh though will Betty fit in the small hole?" "Just make it bigger," is Shajo's suggestion which results in BETTY! smashing her hammer down until some of the street caves in to give her room to descend. Shajo glances over to Bond, James Bond after. He remembers him from one of Yuri's reports but he doesn't know him too well though he certainly admires the guy's sense of style. He pushes up his glasses-- --Touta speaks up and Shajo glances over to him. "Don't know what you mean about that but we're professionals." He looks over to Stelle. "You wanna help? You're basically a Fixer right? Name's Shajo. Stelle right?"
Stelle	More people show up. Given Stelle's attention span, or lack thereof, she is quite busy swiveling her gaze at literally everyone who arrives. She's at least skilled enough to eat pizza while doing so. Plus she's polite enough to not talk with her mouth full. Most of the time. She winces as BETTY! lays about with that giant mace, crumpling the street. "Uh. Won't the locals get mad about that?" Not that it's her problem at all. "I'm a ... troubleshooter. I mean, are these cryptids hurting people? Innocent people, I mean. I heard somebody say they fight crime?" She fights crime too. Or causes them, depending on who you ask. She's only had a death sentence on one world, though. "I mean, I don't have a lot going on. I guess I could tag along. Don't blame me if the Anti-Matter Legion show up. ... Actually, it would be my fault, probably. Heh."
Kale Hearthward	"A grid system - of course it'd be a grid system, and not something that makes sense, like a spiral," says Kale. Then he pauses. "Wait, James? What are you doing here?" "And isn't the cost of parking in the city more than we make in a year...?" says the mouse, looking over at his car. Rubbernecking at his car, really. Maybe she's a car person. The songbird glances at Touta. "What do you mean, already found the destination. Is this the subway station or not? And who are you calling vermin?" Kale gets an answer from BETTY!. "Oh, well, sure? If there's escaped Abnormalities, we don't want them running around the city...?" Kale feels eyes on the back of his head. He glances back at his subordinates, who are now looking directly at him, and then turns back to face front. "What I mean is, if there are Abnormalities loose in the city, then it is imperative that we step up, and to make this city safe!" He thumps a fist to his chest. "It's our duty, to deal with dangers and protect everyday citizens whenever possible! Disaster response, emergency response, and for all kinds of response, you can call on us... For we are... the East Wind Rescue Crew! You can count on us to deal with your errant Abnormalities!" "(Showoff.)" "(I think it's endearing.)" "(You know I can hear you both, right?)"
Touta Konoe	"Oh, just meant you guys were quick getting started on this operation. Not every group of Elites you find is quick when grouped up. Though, you guys are used to working together or something, right? So that probably--" Before Touta can even finish his statement he watches as Betty follows Shajo's suggestion and just slams that hammer down to create that extra space. His eyes blink back at that as he'd watch her descend. There's no malice in his next words, more just surprise and a bit of sarcasm at what he just watched. "--Probably that subway station idea is starting to sound like it would have been a bit cheaper for the city." He's had a bit of property damage billed to him before, not a fun time. At this point, he's all but ready to hop in after Betty, though as he's about to he hears Shajo giving out introductions. Especially to a name that's become newly familiar. Before he can do that though he's got a glance from the songbird and well, "Mmm? Oh, not you guys. It was just a thing cause uh...Actually...So, New York's known for the subways and sewers having lots of rats and stuff, which I guess is a big deal for them in the city. So since ya know...New York...Going into the sewer...Dealing with a problem...?" He tries gesturing with his hand a bit as if doing so would miraculously show his logic on the matter. He cuts himself off rather quickly though. "As for the destination, well...Not exactly the subway, but if you guys are trying to go underground you've definitely found a 'tunnel'." With that hopefully cleared up, he hopes, he figures he should give a proper introduction as well. It's apparent there's new faces all about as well. "Also since it looks like we're getting introductions in so I'll hop in on that too. Name's Touta. Nice working with ya all. Also..." His gaze does peer back to Stelle. Watching as she's just trying to keep the bandwidth to keep with everyone. Though he'll try to grab her attention if only for a moment more. "Space Train Stelle...Right? Nice meetin' ya in person. By the way though...You should definitely finish off that pizza before going down there. Could be some smells down there that might make you lose your appetite." Speaking of down there, one look down into the sewers and he can't help but chuckle awkwardly. "I guess we're all gonna be doing laundry tonight, huh?" It's times like these he's a bit glad he doesn't need to breathe air if he doesn't have to. "Catch you guys down there." With that, he'd make a quick hop for the long drop following Betty's example.
James Bond	Wait, James? What are you doing here? Up in Bond's penthouse suite, the ashes of chemically combusted documents rest safely inert in a wastebasket. "A visit," he answers, "With some not-so-little green men. Apparently they've an interest in the public good, or something like it." Bond gives Shajo a curt, but polite nod of acknowledgment. Won't the locals get mad about that? Bond looks at Stelle, then at BETTY's hammering of the street--gradually pounding a wider opening into the manhole. With an impish smile both ill- and perfectly-suited to the handsome face of a man his age, "I suppose it depends on which ones you ask," he immaturely jokes, before jumping down himself. He lands with a grunt, bent at the knees, but the fact that he lands with anything close to the grace that he does speaks to the fact that there's more to this seemingly ordinary (if well-dressed) man than meets the eyes. Bond takes a moment to brush a bit of rubble from his sleeve. "The name is Bond," he says casually, as his eyes get acclimated to the darker space. "James Bond." I guess we're all gonna be doing laundry tonight, huh? "You might," he says. "I dressed for the occasion." The grime down here doesn't seem able to stick to his loafers, his black button-up, or his cream slacks-and-sport-coat combo. He checks the expensive-looking wristwatch on his right arm. Overhead, the Aston rumbles to life. The night sky filtering in from above is obscured by the undercarriage of the car, once the last of the assembled Elites has come down. That should at least stop anyone falling in.
Angela	BETTY! says, "They won't! Because I'm helping!" That's the last ting she says before she hops on down. She's in a hurry to help! Shajo is probably the easiest person to have a real conversation with. "Eh, it's not like I'm one to trust the cops or anything, but if they were being legit why would they be working out of a sewer?" "..." Moku adds. "Oh--cops are like, people who imprison you and make you wear stupid outfits for not complying to rules--like Security Forces but more uptight." Shajo adds. 'Cops' aren't really so much a thing in The City since 'The Cops' of the City don't even pretend to be for the people so much as for their corporate masters. So like normal police, but honest! "Rats huh." Shajo says. "Well unless they're mansized we can handle rats." He frowns. "Dilly dallying about is the difference between life and death, kid." But despite the frown and the words, he seems pretty pleased that their speed has been noticed. He hops down after BETTY! and after Shajo, Moku quietly takes up the rear after walking up to Touta, staring him in the eyes, and lightly running an index finger down the side of his face then across his throat before hopping down after Shajo--or Touta himself. She doesn't seem to be in as much a hurry. 'God he's so fucking cool,' Shajo thinks at James Bond introduces himself. Should he try it? 'My name is Jo. Shajo.' Ugh that's stupid.' The problem that gradually becomes apparent within the sewer is that BETTY! is nowhere to be found. Shajo makes his way around and calls out her name a few times before finding the 12 foot tall robot-- Laying on the sewer ground, her emoticon eyes swirlied the heck out, with a kick-me sign on the back. "Shit--" Shajo says. MEANWHILE Stelle notices at about this point that someone stole her half slice of pizza. "I'll be taking that...!" A voice calls out from the darkness. "Shut up Mikey." "Sssh!" "Take a look at that axe... Tech looks like something the Shredder might use." Shajo readies his axe defensively. "Moku, get ready..."
Stelle	Stelle disregards the warnings about foul smells mixing with her pizza. There's about half of it left when she hops down the hole, her low heels clicking as she lands. Sadly, of all the superpowers the Stellaron has inadvertantly given her, darkvision isn't one of them. So it's real easy for her pizza to get swiped mercilessly. "Hey! I was eating that!" She considers her options and level of escalation here. She could bust out the lance, but this is a sewer and that thing is large. The bat is the next choice, but she holds off on it. For now. "There's pizza stealing critters down here!"
Kale Hearthward	> "I guess we're all gonna be doing laundry tonight, huh?" "Maybe you will," says Kale. Bond gets the drop on the much cooler sounding 'you might' response, but he soldiers on with what's left available. "The rest of us... squad, breathlink on! Tabtrack circuit, engage!" "You could just say 'turn on the boots," says Skye. "We agreed on - just do it, then," says Kale, irritated. The trio steps into the space opened up by BETTY! and floats down gently, with Hazelthistle glancing upwards in curiosity as the car moves over the hole, and from there managing to start moving along the tunnel without touching the floor or walls. "Oh, you're the person who was on the radio the other day, right?" says Kale, catching up to Stelle. "The one on the train?" "So it sounded like this was second nature to you already, right? Since you mentioned it goes between different worlds? Probably not a big shock that you ended up here." "Still. You know what they use in trains here? They dig up rocks, and they burn them. And the burnt rock bits just get scattered into the air absolutely everywhere. Crazy, right?" And then, voices. "Right-" Kale says, twisting around in the air and drawing one of his swords. "Contact. Four of them, huh?"
Touta Konoe	"It's fine, it's fine, it was mostly just a joke cause of where we are. Though, you never know, they say that things are always bigger in New York...Or...No wait, that might be Texas? Actually, been a while since I've been to New York. Or any New York in the sector." Despite Shajo's frown, Touta seems to be keeping chipper with all this. Even if Touta might not pick up on how pleased he was with the compliment. What he does pick up though has him raise a brow. "Kid?" If Touta was in his true form, he could see that being the case. Though in his current state, even he can't help but snarkily furrow his brow. He's a liiiiiittle peeved. "Oi, oi, Shajo, I can't be that much younger than you...How old are you anyway, Shajo?" He says all that but the fact he's ready to hop in after Betty, at the least would show down the line he's not afraid to put himself in the front to avoid the dilly dally predicament. Before that though... Touta finds himself face to face with Moku. He's not thinking too much of it at first, "Oh, hey, don't think I got your name befo--" He can't even finish his sentence before he sees the finger running vertical in parallel with his face, and then horizontally down his neck. It has him blink a moment in confusion. With that stern expression she carries and the Khakkhara in one hand he can't help but wonder and since she doesn't seem to be the chatty type, before either her or Shajo jump down, he finds himself leaning back over to Shajo's side. "So...Your friend there...Was she giving me a blessing...? Or a curse...? I can't imagine it's just 'Hi'." The group makes their way into the sewers and while he truly was hoping for some solidarity in the trenches well... James shows off his attire is built not just for aesthetics but functionality as well. "Huh...Hey Bond, you got the number of the place that made that? I might have a bulk order for them." Then Kale's team starts showing off 'The Boots', and he can't help but feel a bit ousted. "Okay, that's also cool...But yeah, I'd definitely be a vote for just 'turn on the boots.' But if you want to put that whole emphasis on it still maybe like. Turn on, /The Boots/." Again, maybe being a bit more cheeky than he could be. But they're in a sewer with the smell of rot, he imagines that they all might need a distraction from that. Getting back on track puts them searching the path that Betty had taken, he's keeping track with Shajo as he calls out. "She couldn't have gotten that far on her own, right?" He knows he said they were quick before but he can't imagine quick enough that they'd lose sight of her that quickly into the distance. That is until they find what appears to be the larger than life Agent on the ground, with a sign on her back that takes a moment to read given the darkness. He reads it aloud in his mind, Kick...Me? All a sudden, it felt less like they were hunting cryptids and more like they were hunting the schoolyard bully. Though, the schoolyard bully that could apparently knock down a 12-foot tall robot. Stelle calls out just as quickly noting the thievery of her pizza. When the voices come with it, even Touta finds himself holding his black katana at the ready. "Take a look at that axe... Tech looks like something the Shredder might use." "Hoping these guys are joking, cause I don't want to think about why people are dropping shredders using things like axes into the sewer." God, New York is weird. And now, Touta's genuinely curious enough that he'll pull out his phone, turning on the flashlight function towards the voices. It probably is not the brightest light, but it should give them some visual on who these pizza-thieving vigilantes(?) were.
James Bond	"The Shredder?" asks Bond. The name had come up once or twice, but information was scarce. As much, or moreso, than information on these four. Outwardly, he seems relaxed, but for a subtle spacing apart of his feet. "I've heard the name, but we've never met. These people work for a power company," he says, gesturing to Shajo and the other Agents. "Kale and his squad are with me. Stelle here," he says, remembering the name from the radio, "She's an adventurer. And Touta... well. He's Touta," Bond says, as if that explains it. "I'm going to show you some ID, if you don't mind," he says. Bond slowly, deliberately reaches his hand into his pocket, procuring his wallet. Holding it open, he reveals his Paladins ID. "If you'd come out and have a chat with us, I'll buy you all the pizza you could eat in a night. No need to steal it from hard-working locomotive enthusiasts."
Angela	"28." Shajo says. "Since I started counting. Not like I remember being born or had anyone looking after me past a few years." He spins the axe around in his hand as he looks over to Touta for a moment. His eyes glaze over as he mentions other states in the US. Shajo doesn't recognize most of them. He knows New York mostly because he's here in a New York. "Sorry, you kinda made me think 'kid'." He pauses as he's asked about Moku. "...Well we're coworkers." He manages. "But well... She doesn't talk. Quiet. Good in a fight but..." He pauses. "Moku?" His gaze pans over to where Moku was ... just a moment ago. "Mother--" Shajo mutters, backing up towards Stelle, getting into a pizza defense position when-- There's a lot of tough talk going around. After Kale draws his sword, he can see a similar looking glint of steel in the darkness as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle wearing a blue bandana steps out into view--he actually has two swords, one for each turtle hand, but he isn't looking towards Kale--rather it's James Bond that has drawn his attention as he draws out his Paladins ID. "He said he'll buy us pizza, he can't be a bad guy!" Mikey steps out into view as well. The blue bandana turtle (Yeah it's Leonardo) looks out towards the Paladins ID. "...They're not with the Shredder." He says, sheathing his blades. "What brings you down here?" Shajo stares, at a loss for words. "...Wait, wait, wait..." He says while he's struggling to come to grips with his current reality.
Stelle	"Yeah. That was me on the thing. I dunno about you, but it's an app on my phone," Stelle says with a shrug. "And if you want to be technical, I'm a Trailblazer." She's kind of relieved she didn't have to get the bat out. She doesn't even flinch when the turtles emerge from the shadows. After all, her train conductor is a small ... fuzzy thing, she moonlights as a guinea pig for a woman she's only met via puppet, and one of her besties is literally named March 7th. This is pretty normal. "What's a Shredder? From the tone, it sounds like someone who needs hit with a bat."
Kale Hearthward	Touta earns rep with Skye. "See, he gets it. Just say 'turn on the boots', it's faster, and everyone remembers and understands that a lot faster than whatever theater nerd stuff you name your breath weapons." Kale pauses. James is trying diplomacy. He should at least let this play out first, so that he doesn't step on his toes, and then go on the attack once it fails. ... Oh, it worked. That is - that is probably what Kale should have done first. Yes. Ahem. "Good work, Bond." He sheathes his sword. "Yes - we're with him. I'm part of a rescue crew. I mean we're part of a rescue crew. We heard there were - well, nevermind what we heard." The temptation to try to throw the Lobcorp crew under the bus is strong, but Kale's trying to be a Good Team Leader right now. "So, uh, why are you down here?" says Kale, but he gets nearly interrupted by his medic, coming up after him (literally and figuratively). "Forget why are they down here - how are they down here? You're people who are living in what is, I apologize but the technical term is a sewer," says Hazelthistle. The mouse-person hovers forward slowly - she's clearly not as used to the boots as Kale is, she's moving a bit more awkwardly and hesitantly and overcorrecting in places - and approaches Leonardo - chosen arbitrarily because he was just the last one to speak up. "I can't imagine what kind of diseases are down here - and having a different physiology from the people who are... making 'use' of the sewer can only protect you so much," she says, as she hovers around Leonardo - doing a revolution around him, examining him from a mostly polite distance. "Like, if you're fighting this The Shredder, I'm surprised you haven't had to amputate a limb the first time you got injured, honestly." "I mean, do you need... do you need a social worker? An apartment?" Hazelthistle makes her way back to the front of the turtle group. "Maybe something healthier than pizza, too? Wait, have you been eating down here too?" She looks newly horrified. There's no sign of the pizza slice that they took off of Stella...
James Bond	Good work, Bond. Bond smiles at Kale, nodding once. "It doesn't come naturally to me, either, if you're wondering. But it's worth the effort." What brings you down here? "You," says Bond, putting his wallet back into the pocket of his slacks. He taps the stop on his wristwatch. The seemingly analogue wristwatch reveals the sophisticated technology beneath as its hands prove themselves a clever illusion. Winking out, the watches screen is replaced by a holographic projector, which tilts forward to illuminate a portion of sewer wall. Grainy nighttime photos of the four vigilantes flip from one to the next, with the guidance of Bond's hand on the watch's bezel. "Apologies in advance if these aren't exactly flattering, but you're all quite good at keeping your work quick and quiet." When the last photo is shown, the projector winks out, and the watch's screen returns to 'normal.' Turning to look properly at the Turtles, (and clearing his throat following Hazelthistle's... 'concerns'), "I'm wondering if you four would like a job with us." he says. "You'd be doing a lot of what you already are. Admittedly, with more oversight, but you'd also have the benefit of the Commonwealth's resources, and you wouldn't have to stick to the shadows. I don't need an answer immediately," he says, holding out a palm in a light gesture meant to allay concern. "I just wanted to pose the opportunity. Even if the answer is 'no,' we'd hardly mind answering and working together, if you should ever need help in the future. For instance, with this 'Shredder' of yours."
Touta Konoe	"Okay, and I'm about...Twenty-ish. So that's--" The look on his face does seem slightly annoyed but relenting on the matter. It's only as Shajo follows up does he find himself recalling something about L Corp that had been mentioned once before on the radio. It's a place you probably only work for when you don't have another option. He takes a small breath in, "It's fine, I get that more than I care to admit. There's a few things I'd wanna say on that but well..." "And Touta... well. He's Touta," Suddenly he starts to have his brow twitch, and a slightly forced smile into the dark. "Well, I can respect the decision a bit more when someone decides it after they've spoken 'with me' and not 'to me'." Another small inhale's given and just like that there is a softer smile that returns. "Anyway, looks like Bond's doing the diplomacy thing, though looks like they weren't going to be much Abnormalities for you guys regardless. Hopefully your manager won't be disappointed about it. Anyway...So how long have you all been working there anyway? Depending on your answer, I might not let you get away with the co-workers excuse for not letting me in on whatever..." He tries to imitate the motion that Moku had performed on him to Shajo, "That's suppose to be." "But well... She doesn't talk. Quiet. Good in a fight but..." But apparently she's quick to vanish. He's not sure what a pizza defense position is supposed to be, but he's still keeping his eyes open. He really hopes that 'but' in that previous statement didn't mean she wasn't good at not-fighting! His eyes scan the area now, not for cryptids or human-sized turtles, but for a human-sized Agent. "Moku?" If Bond's handling diplomacy at the moment, then Touta would attempt to just make sure that no one overstepped, including from their side. He's not trying to shout it lest he spook everyone else with an overexaggerated response but he's also hoping that he's over thinking as he keeps his blade defensively as well. He'd really like to be overthinking this! Especially since he's one of the Elites who doesn't seem to have any issues once the turtles reveal themselves.
Angela	''Maybe someting healthier than pizza, too?'' "Oh they're throwing shade at pizza!" Mikey says but cooler heads prevail for the moment. "Leader of The Foot, criminal ninja clan." Leonardo says. "You can bet your ass he does." Raphael adds, stepping into view and miming a bad swing with a Sai before looking to Shajo, "You wanna join your buddies in dreamland?" Shajo frowns and lowers his axe. "Guess they're just...people after all. Not our business anymore." He sees where this is going and he doesn't want to get captured down here. He's already thinking about how he's going to have to draw out all these people back up topside. "Well yeah we eat down here. Live down here. We've got a pad. Real nice. You can join us there if you--" "She can't," Donny says. "Leo we better take this to Master Splinter." Leonardo nods once. The turtles gradually sheath or scabbard their blades except for Mikey who is still playing around with his nunchaku like they're a toy. "We'll have to talk it out with Master Splinter," Leonardo says. "We tend to keep to the ''shadows'' for a reason but help with Shredder wouldn't hurt. We'll think about it." He gestures with a hand and the turtles start falling back. Raphael throws a Sai out to cut down Moku where she's hanging upside down from a sewer grate.