++ strange specimen. Subject B was clearly implying that they must want Donnie to look into the files that lurk within the thumb drive. . .]

++ came four oddly familiar, yet wonky looking battle shell arms. One jolts erratically and holds out its metallic palm, the small subject ripping the chain apart and dropping the thumb drive into the waiting grasp. The arm extends, and drops it into the space that divided Donnie and this ++

++ [When the purple one arrived, the tiny terrapin stares, head tilting in a Michael Myers from Halloween sorta way. There seems to be something around the subject's neck, which is on a rusty chain. An old thumb drive? from under the poncho, rotting and falling apart in places, ++

++ complete their mission. . . but... perhaps it could wait just a while longer, the sun felt so nice, and the heartbeat of Pangaea below was such a relaxing rhythm.]

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++ be human-made, but. . . there was an odd familiarity to the place that these cameras protected, so the terrapin underneath the cloak could not exactly place the camera's origin. For a while, the figure found themselves staring into the cameras as the alarms began to blare. Unaffected.] ++

++ recesses of New York City's sewer system. Dodging any human's sights that could be down here working on the more active parts of the sewer tunnels, the young cloaked critter skitters down until they see something spying on them. Security cameras. Relief didn't come easy, as these could still ++