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“Well, we’re lost,” Leo finally admitted, hands on his hips. The filthy, crowded, certainly dangerous market around them held no sign of any of his siblings and friends, or of a way back to the ship. “I have no idea where we are or where anyone else is.”
“Oh dear, this is a bit of a situation,” Professor Honeycutt said, scanning the crowds of less than scrupulous individuals. “None of the others are answering their comms, either.”
“Six phones between us, and no one has their cell on,” Leo said. “I don’t know what I expected.” He clapped his hands, huffing. “Well, nothing for it. Guess we’ll have to do this the hard way. Excuse me, professor.”
Honeycutt made a series of bleeps that could be interpreted as nonsense, but with the months Leo had spent with the cyborg, he knew their true meaning. The prof had quite the mouth when he got stressed enough.
Leo walked over to the first bulky, smelly, asshole-ish looking individual he could locate; tapping their shoulder and standing with his hands clasped in front of him as they turned to glare.
“What, kid?” The alien sneered.
“I’d just like to inform you, zir,” Leo said politely. “that you’ve got the allure of a skuller’s rear, the stench of one, and I fucked your broodmother five different ways just last night.”
The tri-eyed alien blinked rapidly, thick jowls flapping as they opened and closed their mouth wordlessly.
“YOU.” They managed in a furious sputter.
Leo smiled pleasantly. “Oh, and there’s this.”
Leo punched them in their wide jaw, putting his weight into it and sending the alien sprawling into three more who looked just as gruff and mean, if not more so. Naturally, they all squawked and hissed and hauled off to punch the same alien Leo had. The now twice assaulted alien reeled, snarled a curse, and turned their rage on the new attackers.
Leo walked away sedately as the four brawlers knocked into another six passing pedestrians, who knocked into another eight, and so on. In short order, the whole of the densely packed street was filled with fighting. Leo nimbly side-stepped punches thrown his way and hopped over flailing tails and limbs, coming to stand next to a displeased Honeycutt.
“I used to operate in secrecy,” his somewhat guardian muttered belligerently.
“And now you don’t have to,” Leo pointed out brightly, seeing as the Triceratons were long neutralized by their time-space clones.
“It was quieter.”
Leo shrugged. It wasn’t his fault this was how it had to go, getting everyone back together.
“My family is a bunch of overly violent assholes,” Leo said. “Where there’s a fire, they’ll have gasoline.”
Honeycutt grumbled, mostly about them all having far too keen a taste for violence and fighting. Leo didn’t deny any of it, seeing as it was all quite true.
Speak of the devil.
Leo watched as an unfortunate soul went flying through the air, launched in time with a bellowing war cry. Another was swiftly thrown after the alien. That would be Raph, then.
The sound of wild laughter and things whistling through the air, followed by screaming. A burst of arcing purple lightning to the west of the crowd, accompanied by the stench of burning flesh. An explosion of rubble, overly excited whooping and meaty thwacks starting before the dust even cleared. Mikey, Donnie, and Casey.
A small figure launching itself from the rooftop of a nearby dumpy hostel, and a bloodcurdling shriek as it landed in the midst of the crowd signaled April’s entrance. As well as the sudden explosion of telekinetic powers, tossing brawlers left and right.
“Found them,” Leo said, ignoring the dull sound of bones snapping under all the screaming and shouting.
“If I had a physical heart any longer, you would all be terrible for it,” Honeycutt said disapprovingly. “And we still don’t know where the ship is.”
Leo pointed at Donnie, who was in the process of beating someone’s face in with his glowing staff. “We’ve got Donnie, so that’s step two after getting them all in the same spot. He’ll figure it out.”
Honeycutt’s metal face didn’t emote, and yet conveyed very clear annoyance.
“I’m grounding all of you, honestly,” He said, marching into the fray to fetch the frenzied members of their crew. Leo laughed, catching up and helping pry Mikey off some poor sot’s neck.