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          「 pxrtymikey 」 

     Something remarkably particular had recently been seen with one of the turtles. An account Venus found interesting during her readings was the time the four mutant were reportedly found in Dimension X, homeland to the Kraang. It happened during their pre-invasion of Earth. The mutagen had finally been perfected wherein almost anything can be given life--even inanimate objects. 

     If it hadn't been for this certain mutant, Michelangelo, they would have had a better chance at entrapping not just Leatherhead, but him and his brothers in Dimension X forever. Venus wondered if he already had some prior experience in being there. But traces of their organic footprints were already scanned and processed--its findings claiming that the four had only been there once.

     It was incredible. This just meant that it while he didn't have extensive knowledge of the place, he still learned how to pick up quickly and behave as though he had lived there all his life. There was something in the way his mind worked that the Kraang wanted to look upon. Perhaps he also knew of things they didn't know themselves. It would to prove useful if they could use this information to their advantage.

     Which was why when they gave out their commands, they made certain Michelangelo must not be harmed at all costs. Venus agreed upon this herself. If she could somehow convince him in some way to volunteer his efforts to them, limitless possibilities were promised. Where she would begin looking however, she didn't know. 

     She began her patrol of the bases, wondering where she would look first. It was morning at the time, and the summer heat was merciless, making it difficult for her to breathe. Venus then set aside her face mask and worn out hood, carefully looking through her options.

     There was no way she would find them above ground at this time of the day, so she took her chances at the sewers. Venus wasn't certain if the turtles were even here at all. She could be looking for nothing all this time. But she knew she would regret it if she didn't try. Down past the manhole was a complex maze of pipes and drains--but with the blueprints from the Kraang she had in hand, she would be able to spot the possible places they could be in.

     It may take hours--or even days till she could find it, but now was always a good time as never.