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Leap of Faith, Part Two: Into the Light	By : laloga13 Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 1233 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and all other recognizable characters are property of Mirage Studios and not me, sadly. I'm just playing with them for a while, and am not making any money off of this story.

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Chapter Eleven

“You never answered my question,” Miranda whispered, her eyes closing slightly as Bishop leaned close to her. “What did you do to me?”

Bishop's eyes narrowed, and he leaned back in his chair, once more putting on the tinted glasses before he spoke. “It's a bit technical for me to go into great detail; suffice it to say that your father and I created an artificial genetic sequence that-after much testing and deliberating-he added to your own genetic makeup when you were in utero. He did so out of a desire to protect you, to make sure that you came to no harm as you grew up. However, your mother disapproved of the....enhancement, and wanted him to take it away. Your father tried, but found that he could not do so without permanently damaging you. Therefore, they made a compromise: he could not remove the troubling elements, but he could put them on a type of 'trigger release:' with a few tweaks, the sequence could be activated...or not, as was the case for a long time.” He paused a moment, letting all of this sink in before he continued. She said nothing, just stared intently at his glasses and her own skewed reflection.

“Here's where it gets a bit technical: upon activation, the subject notices a marked increase in overall strength, agility, and speed. The altered iris color is a side effect. You should know, Miranda, that the first human that this was tested on had no ill side effects at all, unless you count the strange eye color.” He smiled at her, attempting to bring some levity to the conversation.

Still she was silent.

Bishop cleared his throat, obviously expecting her to say something at this point. When she did not, he sighed and leaned forward again. “I was the first human to receive the enhancement, and it has benefited me greatly, Miranda. I have abilities that most men dream of-and now so do you. I can show you the best way to use these new strengths to your advantage. If you stay with me, your life will take a direction that you never could have anticipated-and that you won't regret.”

She continued her silence for a few more minutes before she turned to face him. “Show me.”

Unexpectedly, Michelangelo had made brownies. The warm, chocolaty smell filled the lair as Leonardo and Raphael entered after they returned from Hannah's apartment. Donatello was hard at work on a grappling hook of some sort, and Master Splinter was gathering up lengths of nylon rope. They all looked up as Leo strode in, holding up the EPF brochure like a flag.

“Donnie, we need to get into this building. Yesterday.” He handed it to his younger brother.

“It's Bishop,” Raph added. “We ain't sure how or why, but we know that skeezeball is ultimately behind this. The Order is just a false trail, for anyone that may be watching.”

“The EPF? I thought that this was where the Knights HQ was located, at least according to the files I downloaded from that dude's laptop.” Donatello held up a sheet of paper with the same address and a file photo of the same building. “It's in midtown; with all of the intricate architecture, it's known as the Cathedral Building.”

“Pretty nice place for a scumbag like Bishop to keep his little flock of morons,” Raph growled.

“Brownies anyone?” Mikey interjected, setting a plate down on the table. At a questioning glance from Raph he just shrugged. “Donnie told me to go make myself useful.”

“But, why go to all the trouble to hide your involvement in a kidnapping, then basically hand out the address where you're keeping the person you abducted?” Donnie said thoughtfully, ignoring his brother's jibe.

“Perhaps the old adage 'hiding in plain sight' would best apply here,” Splinter offered, taking a brownie.

Mikey popped an extra large piece in his mouth, speaking as he did so. “Maybe somebody screwed up. I mean, Bishop's got oodles of people working for him, maybe someone dropped the ball in a major way.”

“None of that really matters,” Leonardo said, taking a small piece, but not eating it. “We have a strong lead, we must follow it. Donnie, we're probably going to need rope.....”

“Way ahead of you, bro; it seemed like scaling a skyscraper would just be part of this day's events. And this'll give me a chance to test out the updated gliders that I whipped up last week!”

“Great. Let's be ready to leave within the hour.”

Bishop escorted her from his office into the elevator, where they began to descend. The journey lasted a few minutes, all of which they traveled in silence. The elevator stopped, and opened up onto a massive room. From what she could tell, the ceiling extended at least thirty or forty feet above her head, as two spotlights followed their progress along the polished wood floor; their footsteps echoed across the empty room. They were alone. After a few moments, Bishop stopped and slid out of his jacket.

“Would you mind holding this please?” he asked, handing it to her. “I just had it dry cleaned.” With that he sprang away from her, and the room lit up as if a switch had been thrown. Miranda could only gape as she watched Bishop crouched atop one of the high rafters, grinning coyote-like down at her. He pointed across the room, and began to swing across the beams gracefully. When he reached the other side of the room, he dropped to the ground and sprinted back to her, finally coming to rest beside her after executing several perfect back flips. He took his coat from her and put it back on, raising his glasses to gage her reaction. “Not so bad, after all, hmm? Of course, you won't be able to do that right away, it takes training and discipline to perform those kinds of maneuvers. However,” he continued, placing a hand on the small of her back as he guided her back to the door. “I am confident that eventually you could achieve everything I just showed you, maybe even more.”

They were in the elevator again, returning to the top floor as he went on. “Who knows, when you're good enough, you can take your place as a special operative-my special operative- and help me make our world a safer place. I think that you can certainly reach more lofty goals than playing reggae music in smoky bars, my dear.”

Miranda decided that she couldn't keep quiet anymore. She turned to Bishop and spoke calmly. “You've given me a lot to think about, John. I see now that there is more going on here than I was originally aware. Can I have a little time, to mull things over?”

He looked pleased, and she ran with it, moving slightly closer to him, brushing his hand with her own as if accidentally. She gave him what she hoped was a subtle, yet flirtatious smile. “If you don't mind , that is?”

“Of course not,” he smiled back, and the elevator stopped on the familiar floor. “It's only natural, with everything that you've been through.” He escorted her to the door of “her” room and bowed slightly before letting her in. “If you need anything, Miranda, don't hesitate to call.”

She stepped inside, and was not surprised to hear the door lock behind her, followed by Bishop's footsteps fading away. After pacing around the room for a few minutes, her mental list of escape options dwindling, Miranda felt true despair seeping into her mind. She felt tears forming in her eyes, and blinked hard to stave them off. If Leonardo were here, she thought, he'd probably tell me to be patient. Maybe a solution will present itself. She sat on the bed and hugged her arms to her sides, lost in thought, until a quiet knock sounded at the door, and Jesse slipped in.

“Hey gorgeous,” he said, sitting next to her, and putting an arm around her shoulders. “I heard that you had a talk with John.” He smiled down at her, and she forced herself to return it. “I hope he made a good impression.”

“He gave me a lot to think about.....Do you know what he did to me?” she asked. “He....did something to me on the genetic level....I'm still not entirely clear.” She looked at Jesse, who was fidgeting with a loose thread on his pants. “You know, don't you, Jesse? Tell me what he did.”

Jesse sighed and rubbed his temple. “Mira, it's nothing bad-it just takes a bit of getting used to-and the good side outweighs the bad.”

She looked at him and raised her eyebrows. “Let me see your eyes....” Upon closer inspection, she realized that his irises were a pale violet, closely mimicking his normal light blue color. “He did it to you, too. Jesse.....”
“It's better this way, really,” Jesse said quickly. “I wasn't kidding about John being a good guy-he's only enhanced what I've already got-and he's even helped some of the other guys.”

“For what? Not out of the goodness of his heart?”

“Well, we help him out sometimes, when he can't be somewhere himself, we go for him. He's like....our patron.”

Miranda sighed and shook her head. “You don't believe that, I can tell.”

Her ex smiled sadly, and smoothed out the crease in his pants, but made no reply. After a moment, Miranda nudged his side casually. “Hey, Jesse, can I have a cigarette?”
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Leap of Faith, Part Two: Into the Light