Many people didn't tell their story about how they got into a life of crime and sometimes it was just because they couldn’t get a job or necessarily they wanted the benefits of power, money and control; or they had a rough childhood which eventually lead to what they do as a young adult though you had most kids stealing watches and wallets from people walking on their way to work; DoctorDoom being a witness to a pickpocket off some rich-looking man and the odd thing about it was that the man never even felt it and the kid got away with his cash, sometimes observing is the better option before you do anything, an example being like casing a place and understanding the in and outs of a place, if they had guards defending the building and so forth.

He had to teach Donatello his ways of getting into the life of crime and that began with doing the most simple petty jobs such as snatching a purse, being a con artist to some poor guy out on the street, doing routine extortion on a shop owner though it was a little bit tricky if you didn’t know what to say; last time it ended up with a shotgun being pulled out from under the counter which gave off the obvious hint that you were messing with the wrong owner but that doesn’t make them untouchable and last but not least was hitting the post office and criminals usually make it out without a hitch, the smart ones that is. DoctorDoom knew this guy called Jeffrey who failed trying to do most of what Doom did and Donatello faired off as a better listener.

Power wasn’t exactly something you could earn in one day, this took time because you had to build a powerbase: What consisted of building this was gaining friends and usually turning them into allies later on when you move on up in the world. Being apart of a family’s upper structure was a big deal considering you have to be willing to put in the effort of working your other hand and your boss being the leader of the family to resolve issues before it causes a problem; learning how to communicate was gonna be a big deal because it may be just the skill that gets you what you want or rule in your favor.

In this life of ours, it also comes with knowing who can be trustworthy because you can’t exactly trust someone who goes against everything you stand for, what a family stands for but that was gonna be for another time. Doom got up out of bed and wondered over to his closet to see what he could wear, deciding to show off the white suit with black stripes running down it, exiting his apartment and meeting with Donatello for the second time after he ran him through a couple jobs, they scheduled to raid an art gallery today since some paintings came in today and when they met with a buyer, he was willing to pay good money for these shipped in paintings.

DoctorDoom sat down with Donatello at a cafe across the street, he leaned over and gave him a list with the name of the paintings.

"These are the paintings this guy wants. You sure you're ready for this?"

Donatello starred at DoctorDoom's suit for a few minutes without answering his question when he first sat down across from him. He couldn't figure out for the life of him if the suit was white with black stripes or black with white stripes.. i guess it did't really matter; it looked pretty snazzy either way.

"Nice suit dude, but why a cafe? This place doesn't even sell pizza... and uhhh, what was that about the paintings? Oh a list right."

Donatello grabbed the list and started reading them off in his head.

"Ahh my name might have mislead you but I really don't know much about paintings... I assume they are labelled or something at the gallery so that we know what ones to grab? Or are you some sort of Art expert?" 

Donatello read over the list one more time before ordering a coffee. It was pretty early in the morning still and he was gonna need a little boost before they took off for the art gallery. He sat their with Doom for a little while discussing the finer details of their plan while he finished his coffee. It all seemed simple enough, head in, grab some paintings and get out. There was a little bit more to it than that obviously but that was the jist of it. 

"Alright I think i am ready when you are! Just please no blowing stuff up this time?" Donatello said to Doom doing his best to give him a face that showed disapproval as he stood up from the table to leave the cafe. He had only known Doom for a short time but he was already catching on that the guy was rather fond of blowing the living crap out of anything that got in his way with dynamite. 

"Lets try to be more sneaky and less destructive... yeah?"

The cafe was pretty busy this morning, coming in for coffee and having a quick chat with the server and then having a quick chat with their friends; some stayed longer than others probably because they were telling stories to one another about their daily life of crime, that was an assumption considering the guys were dressed like mafioso but who knows, maybe they like the way they've seen others dress. Donatello was in his usual attire but what can you expect from a turtle in a shell, Doom still wonders how he manages it.

He watched as Donatello took the list from him, pretty much reading it down but didn't know what they were gonna look like. Of course, you can't really expect everyone to be an art expert and notice what a painting is right off the bat, they were pretty much gonna cut the paintings out and roll it up and stuff it in a bag and hope for the best, or really dismantle the frame. Doom was having second thoughts about have t odo it since the buyer never really stated how he wanted them taken out, or given that is.

"Trust me. I didn't mistake you to be an art expert because of who you are, prove me wrong then you're an artistic turtle, remind me how you're able to deal with carrying that shell of yours all damn day? Like, doesn't that hurt your back at all? You're able to stand on two legs with it and usually no normal person can do that." DoctorDoom just had to blurt the question out, but they moved onto the main subject at hand and discussed the way on how they were gonna do the job.

"Alright I think i am ready when you are! Just please no blowing stuff up this time?" Donatello said.

"I'm not gonna fucking blow anything up. Who do you take me for? A pyromaniac?" DoctorDoom gave off a sign of disagreement, his face gave it away. The only thing they didn't know is he had dynamite stacks and fireworks that he would let off at random times when people least expect it, but they would come in handy when the place was right. DoctorDoom sat at his apartment with Donatello until nightfall, this isn't something they could do during the day because of too many witnesses and he wasn't in the mood to start handing off cash to everyone there so they could keep their mouth shut, or in the mood for killing anyone but if he had to he would.

The night came over the town, it was time.

Donatello was relieved to hear that Doom was not counting on him to know which paintings were which, the plan actually sounded pretty straight forward... he liked it. Just as he was feeling relieved the rest of what doom had said registered in his head...

"...remind me how you're able to deal with carrying that shell of yours all damn day? Like, doesn't that hurt your back at all? You're able to stand on two legs with it and usually no normal person can do that." He had blurted out, it was kind of an unexpected question.

"Ummm, I dunno dude... I have just always had the shell; I am not sure I'd be able to balance without it too be honest. It is kind of a part of my body. It comes in handy more often than you would think too...." Donatello replied, he figured he would leave how the shell was handy up to Doom's imagination.

They continued to discuss the plan for a little while, with Doom assuring him that he wouldn't be blowing anything up tonight. Donatello was't completely convinced that Doom was being honest about that part but there wasn't really much he could do about it. As long as he didn't blow up the paintings they needed then he guessed everything would be alright. Once nightfall came it was time to go, they headed out to the street and hoped in Doom's car.

"Oh cool, you brought a car this time!" Donatello blurted out as he spotted it and they got in. Doom just starred at him as he got into the drivers seat and started the car... he was probably a little bit confused as to why Donatello was so damn excited about a car. They drove towards the gallery in silence for a while, listening to the radio. After a short while they pulled into an alley behind the art gallery. They sat there discussing the plan one more time to make sure they were on the same page, everything seemed pretty straight forward to both of them. Donatello went grabbed his staff and DoctorDoom grabbed his gun.

"Alright lets do this!" Yelled Donatello before they both got out of the car and headed towards the building

On the way to the art gallery as the night was shadowing over the city, it was closing time and they discussed the plan on the way and when they parked in the alleyway behind the gallery; it was discussed again just to make sure that Donatello was on the same page, Doom could've done this by himself but he did promise to help him become a criminal even though it had a rocky start there was progress to be made since not everything could be perfect in one day but with Donatello that was different.

They exited the vehicle and Doom grabbed his gun, most of the time he was more of a hand to hand combat type of guy but the risk of these guards being armed, well, he couldn't take that or they would never make it out alive. Doom carried a backup that was slotted near his ankle in a short holster, can't go wrong in case you accidentally get knocked out and brought somewhere not that they might be smart enough to check down there because cops would never expect it, smart criminals? Maybe.

"Could you be quiet? Are you trying to botch the job before it even starts?" DoctorDoom pointed out due to Donatello's yelling, there was a guard watching the entrance not far from their location and there was bound to be more inside. Doom accessed the side entrance and started to duck down and sneak around once they entered, there was guards walking with flashlights and the keys jingling on their belts gave away their position all the time, they had to use sound to their advantage.

Doom gave a hand signal to proceed forward once the guard made his turn around the corner which had them lead into the gallery itself. He whipped out the list and began to read over the names and cross match them with the list, he stopped at the first one. He reached into his bag and took out a knife and started cutting out the paintings as precise as he can and roll them up afterwards; slotting the knife back into his back pocket and stuffing the rolled up painting into the bag he brought with him.

He moved onto the next painting after searching it for a while.

"Watch my back." Doom whispered.

The precise cutting began again on the second painting, he was actually a doctor he just didn't wanna give it away until it was needed; the one time where Donatello got shot in the foot was just a lesson to learn for messing with the wrong person, or the best person which was one of his own family members. 

Donatello stood behind Doom as he cut out the second painting, quickly scanning back and forth to make sure nobody was coming from either end of the hall. So far so good. They got painting number two moved onto the third painting, once again he stood behind Doom and kept watch as he carefully cut it out of the frame. Doom was surprisingly precise at the cutting... you couldn't even tell any canvas was missing from the edges. Just as he was almost done with the third painting a guard came around the corner and spotted them instantly.

"Hey, stop right there!" He screamed as he ran towards the two thieves reaching in his holster for what must have been a gun.

Donatello jumped through the air towards the guard and smacked him square in the forehead with his staff, instantly knocking him out cold. He then dragged the body into a janitors closet near by before returning to a waiting Doom, who had finished with the third painting during the commotion. 

"Ahhh, we should probably get the rest of these and get out of here before that guy wakes up and calls the police... you don't think he will remember what I looked like do you?"

Doom just starred at him for a few seconds before reminding him that he was a giant turtle. Of course the guy was gonna remember him. They also figured there was a pretty good chance the police were gonna not take it seriously. Guy with a head injury says he was attacked by a giant-walking-staff-wielding turtle? Yeah most people would definitely chalk that up as a bad head injury or just a crazy person.

They headed upstairs to the next floor while searching for the fourth painting. They had done several laps around the first level and only found those three so the rest must have been up a level somewhere. They both tried to walk as quietly as they could without making any noise; this was far easier for Doom.. he didn't have a giant shell on his back and probably weighed half the amount. After a few minutes of quietly walking without either of them speaking Donatello nudged Doom pointing to a paining up ahead. Doom looked at his sheet and nodded and they headed over to the fourth painting. Once again Doom began to cut and Donatello watched his back.. standing across the hall from him this time and looking back and forth to check either end. It seemed like this floor was pretty empty, it was night time and the gallery was closed hours ago after all... but you never really know for sure. They had already encountered that one guard there was a good chance he was not working alone looking after the whole place. There was also the possibility that a staff member might have stayed late, that happens from time to time... so Donatello made sure to stay quiet and keep his eyes open, he didn't want to mess this up.     

DoctorDoom was in the middle of cutting out more paintings when a guard decided to get the jump on the both of them by alerting his position by shouting at them, guess being paid as a guard doesn't earn you much if you can't protect what you were assigned to or you're too blind to see what's right in front of you. He relied on Donatello to take out the guard which he did; Doom looked over his shoulder and gave the guard a quick rundown while Donatello was in the air giving him the smack down with his bo staff, for a turtle he knew how to be nimble on his feet and quick with his attacks but when the time comes, can he handle a crowd?

"Ahhh, we should probably get the rest of these and get out of here before that guy wakes up and calls the police... you don't think he will remember what I looked like do you?" Doom gave Donatello a look and sighed.

"You're a giant fucking turtle. Of course he will, luckily no one is gonna believe him even if he does rat off to cops, think they'll consider him crazy and let him go from the interrogation room after that." Doom looked back at the painting he was cutting, during the whole discussion he didn't continue cutting since he was worried he was gonna miss the area and go down somewhere else on the painting which would essentially render it damaged and unsatisfactory for his buyer.

Doom wrapped up the final painting and stuffed into his bag, it was time to leave but there was more than one guard being positioned at this art gallery tonight, hopefully the one unconscious on the floor didn't alert everyone else who actually was there. Doom tapped Donatello's bald green head to signal him that they need to leave, after he woke up after almost falling asleep they started to walk out and make it to the car; the job went smoother than expected, Doom placed the bag in the back seat while they got inside of the car and rode off to his hideout with Donatello in the passenger seat.

"Good job." Doom exclaimed.

Donatello was pretty excited as they drove back to the hideout. This had been an educational week; he was learning how to do all kinds of crimes. After a few minutes of bugging Doom he had agreed to stop and grab a Pizza on the way back... he had probably done it mostly to make Donatello shut up but either way.. they stopped and grabbed a pizza and ate it as they drove back.

They still had a busy night ahead of them. They had made it out with all of the paintings on the list, now they had to head back to the hideout and prepare them before meeting up with DoctorDoom's buyer. Apparently they had been extremely particular about how they wanted the paintings delivered and it was going to take some preparation before they headed back out to meet up with him and get their money. Doom hadn't exactly shared the specifics of this part with Donatello but he knew they had to go 'get the paintings ready' and then head back out one more time. 

They finished eating their pizza right as they got back to Doom's hideout and headed inside. Doom immediately spread all the paintings out on a large table just inside the door and headed for the fridge. He returned with a knife, a box of matches and a block of butter...

"Ahhh, I know you said they had to be prepared and all... but what the hell man?" Donatello asked, trying desperately to figure out how butter, fire and a knife was going to 'prepare' a painting. 

Doom didn't answer or even look at Donatello; he put the three items down on the table and disappeared back into the kitchen. Donatello decided to just have a seat and wait... he was extremely curious what Doom would end up doing to the paintings. Hopefully he knew what he was doing and didn't ruin them...

Donatello looked at DoctorDoom on the way home and blurted out "Can we get pizza?! Please, please, please, please". 

Unfortunately for Doom, it went on for about five minutes until he stopped at a pizza parlor around the corner and watched as the turtle hopped out of his car and ran inside of the parlor with a mad look on his face, the pizza must've been fucking good if it made him this excited, once the cashier came back with the pizza Donatello snatched it out of the poor guy's hands after slapping cash on the counter and running back to the car like if he was in a hurry. DoctorDoom wasn't really on the clock but it still would've nice to make the preparations early, the aroma of pizza filled the air as he opened the box and began eating.

"Want a slice?" Donatello asked.

"Fuck it." DoctorDoom reached over and grabbed a slice out of the box, he drove the rest of the way home one-handed while he had pizza in the other hand, after arriving they exited and went inside. Doom snatched the bag before they had left and placed it on a nearby chair while he got butter, bread and a knife. He began to smear butter on the slice of bread and once it was covered a decent amount he began to eat, the pizza wasn't gonna keep his stomach occupied forever, when he looked over to spot Donatello he was already looking back, the box of matches was for another time.

"Ahhh, I know you said they had to be prepared and all... but what the hell man?" Donatello exclaimed.

"What? This isn't for the painting. A doctor needs to eat every now and then, shit..." Doom played off.

The paintings were put back into the bag rolled up. Bread, butter, a knife and matches for a painting? No one is that inconsiderate. It was time to go meet him since it was almost dawn therefore the drop needed to be made.

"Let's go. We need to drop the bag off in exchange for the money."

Donatello felt relief and disappointment at the same time as DoctorDoom ate his sandwich. On one hand he was relieved that the doc hadn't ruined the paintings and their pay day at the same time. On the other hand though he had been really curious sitting there waiting to see what the buyer wanted done to the paintings that could possibly include such strange items. Turned out Doom was just hungry though, how disappointing. 

Doom put the paintings into individual bags, rolled up all neatly and then placed them back into the large bag before grabbing his matches and heading to the bathroom.

"Oh that's what those are for...." Donatello said to himself as Doom headed to the bathroom. It actually made sense when he thought about it, the guy had eaten a bunch of pizza and then a sandwich. 

A few minutes later Doom returned and grabbed the bag off the table.

"Let's go. We need to drop the bag off in exchange for the money." He said as he opened the door to leave.

They headed back down to the car and Doom threw the bag in the back seat before getting in to drive. They drove for about two hours in silence just listening to the radio before the car finally came to a stop outside of a giant house. It was probably the largest house Donatello had ever seen, but then again, he did't get out of the sewers too much until recently.

"Alright this is the place, you can come in with me but let me do the talking. Oh and grab the bag would ya." Doom said as he opened his door and got out of the car. 

They headed up to the front door of the giant house and knocked, waiting for somebody to come answer. 

Upon the way to the buyer's location the duo noticed some road rage up ahead with cops involved, looks like someone wasn't watching their lane and ended up in a fender bender, the drivers ended up having a brawl in the street and police had to intervene but they both seem like shitty fighters since both of them are equally as fucked up and then it makes you wonder how they landed hits in the first place, just another day in the city of Seattle. The duo were coming up on the buyer's big house and stopped somewhere along the street, it was time to do the smooth drop for a good amount of cash; unless they bargained for more of what was expected for paintings, Doom didn't ask he just delivered said every hitman ever.

"You can come in but let me do the talking, grab the bag and let's go. Just try to not mess this up for both our sake." DoctorDoom exclaimed, he may have been learning but anyone in their right mind knew to be on their best behavior when it came to business and dealing with the associates that come along the way. One wrong move or saying and the deal was off; would be a pain to go through the trouble of stealing paintings at the cost of knocking someone out only to find out the deal wasn't gonna go through.

After knocking on the door, someone answered and of course it was the buyer himself; the man was dresssed to impress and his hair was pretty much wavy in a sense but it did shine in the daylight that is for sure, they were welcomed inside but the buyer and his guards couldn't help but wonder how a turtle is able to walk with a shell on it's back and one that carries a staff, a bodyguard even rubbed their eyes because they believed they were dreaming and couldn't exactly register a turtle as a partner in crime.

The bag of money was on the table, everything went off without a hitch until sirens were heard, was it a raid or a false alarm? They didn't know until...

Just as the buyer was letting them into the house sirens were heard coming down the street. The three of them hurried inside and looked out the window just on time to see 5 police cars pull up in front of the house. The guard must have woke up.

"Did he see the car or something? What the hell!" Doom asked as he backed away from the window

"Ah, actually there is a decent chance they are here for me but I cant really say for sure... follow me!" The buyer said as he ran to the back of the house and down a set of stairs.

They followed him down into the basement of the house and behind his bar. The man started fiddling with the shelves behind the bar while Doom and Donatello watched curiously. After a few minutes of fumbling about the shelves the entire wall slid open like of big door. Without asking any questions the two of them followed him behind the wall, he instructed them to gently push the wall closed as he lit a lantern. He didn't want them to knock all the bottles off of the shelves as the closed it which would have likely given away their location. 

They followed him through what appeared to be some kind of underground tunnel system for a while with none of them saying a word. After about ten minutes of walking they came to a room. There was a fridge, a table and four seats. There was two ways in and out of the room, the tunnel they had taken from the house and a ladder that must have gone up to the ground somewhere.

"Who are you? What kind of person has this crazy elaborate escape tunnel bunker type thing in their house?" Donatello asked, Doom had asked him not to do any of the talking, but things had changed now that they were going through tunnels trying to get away from the police.

"Who I am doesn't really matter, we should be safe here for a while." The man responded as he grabbed a bag from the top of the fridge and tossed it to DoctorDoom.

"Your money is all there, I clearly can't go home so good luck to you both" He said as he grabbed the paintings and climbed up the ladder and out of sight.

"Well that was strange... what now?" Donatello asked DoctorDoom; who seemed surprisingly calm and was just sitting at the table counting the money in the bag.

DoctorDoom and Donatello followed the buyer into his the man's own personal bunker, he was rich but nothing that was expected to have a sliding door in the wall, it would fool the cops for sure unless they had smart detectives that dealt with mechanisms like that before but that also has high odds. While the buyer made their way out via ladder access, Doom took the time to sit down and open the bag of money, he took out stacks of cash and began to count quickly. He tossed some of the stacks over to Donatello, was only fair that he gave him his cut after lasting this far.

"Well that was strange... what now?" Donatello asked DoctorDoom.

"What we do now is go out the same way he did and head home, obviously. Since we can't really take the direct approach or else people are gonna believe there's a giant turtle around, even I still can't believe you magically exist. Let's go, maybe this guy has a garage of cars or some shit." 

DoctorDoom signaled up the ladder and decided to go up, to his own expectations it lead into an array of cars; the dude knew how to pick out cars in style, there was this silver-colored Auburn B/T Speedster on the right hand side of the garage that was practically shining and ready to be taken out. He jogged over to the Speedster and placed the bag in the back while he hopped in the driver seat, Donatello eagerly hopped in the passenger seat and started admiring the leather out of all things.

Doom drove the car out and the door leading out opened by itself, thank fuck for that. They took the long way back home since they couldn't exactly go back the way they came from, it was a crime scene and the last thing they need is a dangerous pursuit with police who will shoot back; give or take and or be on a foot chase all day long, some of them just may have the makings of a varsity athlete but that was yet to be seen.

"You think he would mind if I keep the car? Was only fair." Doom stated as he was parking up outside the hideout.

The duo exited and Doom placed the money on the top of the table.

"Would say fun time's over but we still got more jobs to do later tonight. Second one is we gotta take out a crew and the third one, well, we raid a drug lab, fun right?" 

Doom exclaimed. He sighed as he laid inside his bedroom, it was out of exhaustion.

Donatello sat at the table reading over a bunch of notes on the crew they were going to be taking out later that day. DoctorDoom was off laying down somewhere exhausted but Donatello was wide awake, so he figured he would study up on what was planned for later that day. Apparently it was some new group in town that was taking a lot of Doom's suit customers. The sleaze balls were selling cheep rip off versions of Doom's suits and costing him money in the process. 

A crew full of tailors? This couldn't be that hard... Donatello kept reading though. Everything was there. The location, the targets, amount of guards, even how to get in and out. They were holed up just around the block from the hide-out, some sort of sweat shop type situation it seemed. There was a bunch of notes about how they would have to make sure not to harm any of the children who were being forced to make these suits. Doom was extremely organised and detailed, seemed he had been planning this for a while.

Doom finally came back from his room as Donatello was finishing reading. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a couple bottles of water throwing one to Donatello.

"Alright lets do this" He said as he opened the door to leave

They headed back down to the street but didn't get in the car this time. As it had said in his notes.. there was't really much point in driving as the building was only about a three minute walk from the hideout. Besides they did't want to risk the car being recognised again. 

Oddly enough, DoctorDoom had snuck some dynamite with him and a Tommy Gun, he was hiding it with his trench coat jacket just for the occasion. Though, a whole crew full of tailors was not something that he'd expect that would be sniffing out customers from business, most of the suits they made were actually undone and sometimes they couldn't perfect the size properly yet have the audacity to try and copy a gangster's special skill? Was gonna take God to stop the duo once they set foot in the building full of the copycats. Cat and mouse game and the cats have won, dogs as backup going for the nest.

He had walked down the street with heavy weaponry and explosives and no one even seemed to bat an eye, almost like it was just very casual or he didn't flash the gun more, Doom didn't matter whether someone called it in or not because they were gonna be in and out before anyone really noticed, that was a lie; everyone was gonna notice no matter what was done, they jogged into an alleyway behind the hideout, the structure was designed with bricks so the dynamite was gonna do just the job.

"Let me set this, stand back and then when it blows, we wreak havoc." 

DoctorDoom grins as he set the dynamite stick down and started to light the fuse. He dragged Donatello with him back to a reasonable distance and... BOOM! There was a massive hole in the wall where the dynamite stick was planted and people began to scream and run past the two, they ran away from danger, but it was their job get into danger, illegally anyway. The duo stormed the building and Doom started to light it up with his Tommy Gun, bullet after bullet after bullet. He had killed some of the copycats trying to reach for weaponry while Donatello was taking out people trying to run with his staff.

It wasn't cinematic. Donatello knocked the last guy out and DoctorDoom shot a bullet into the man's dome and then began to hop out where they came from. Mission success, but they needed to get the fuck out of there before the cops surrounded the place, tensions were high and the sweat was practically running down Doom's face.

It turned out that children loved giant talking turtles because as they ran away all of the kids from the sweat shop chased after Donatello screaming wildly. He wasn't exactly sure what to do about the situation so him and Doom split up. Doom ran back towards the hideout and Donatello ran towards a nearby park. As he got to the park he stopped and decided to entertain the kids for a little bit, poor bastards had been stuck in a sweat shop for god knows how long. 

He found three almost perfectly found rocks and started juggling for them, they loved it. When it seemed they were starting to get bored of the juggling act he began to sing... it was all he could think of to entertain them. He began to sing 'Hey Diddle Diddle' at the top of his lungs and almost immediately the children's expressions changed from enjoyment to fear and they went running and screaming in all different directions. 

"Huh... I know I am not the greatest singer but I really didn't expect that reaction" He said to himself, as he was now standing alone in the park.

Donatello headed back to the hideout to catch up with DoctorDoom who must have been wondering where the hell he went and if he had been caught by the authorities. He assumed Doom was probably worried about him. As he got back and headed inside though the first thing he saw was Doom sprawled out on the couch fast asleep; clearly not worried at all. So he he went ovewr to him and shook him awake.

"Hey I am back and safe and all..." He said as Doom woke up and stared at him.

"Oh right, Turtle, yeah...." Doom replied still half asleep.

"Alright what was the next thing we needed to do today again?" Donatelo asked as Doom finally got up off the couch. 

DoctorDoom was snoring on the couch with the lights off but they were turned on when Donatello came back after probably running all over town. Donatello walked over and began to shook Doom awake and he snored while slowly waking up, he shook his head and began to stand upright when Donatello asked what was the next thing they needed to do, they handled a couple problems already so the next thing they needed to do was raid a drug lab belonging to that one crew of tailors, the family was bigger than they thought so it was really the tactic of crippling their resources so they can't operate and would have to run away and hide while they recover or be dismantled completely.

"Alright what was the next thing we needed to do today again?" Donatello asked.

"We need to raid a drug lab before the cops do. An inside source tells me they plan on sending a strike team to take out the lab in a few hours, we need to get in there, grab the product, kill everyone so they can't send a message back to their Don and then we'll take out the head of the snake. Sounds pretty simple, this lab is out in the financial district so a little bit out towards Ballard. We'll be in and out before anyone knows we were even there." 

DoctorDoom grabbed a pistol from the table this time around and let the Tommy Gun rest, anyone can use a Tommy Gun but he decided to switch it up and go simple this time around, someone who keeps their hand in their trench coat forever will eventually know what's up or what they're carrying under especially when they approach someone suspiciously. He waved over to Donatello on the way out and took the Speedster that was in the rich guy's garage when they had to split up.

The duo hopped inside of the vehicle and began to drive out towards the drug lab located out in Ballard. It was another simple job but they needed to be careful to not accidentally light the place on fire or it makes things worse because they have to secure the product and it can be time consuming when you have to put in multiple bags and carry them out, you couldn't expect anything less. 

They arrive to the drug lab and pulled around behind the building. They only had a short time to get this done before the police showed up but they still had to be careful. They hopped out of the Speedster and headed for the back door, unsurprisingly it was locked. Donatello nodded to a window a few feet away and they headed over, using his staff he smashed the glass and jumped through with Doom doing the same behind him.

The noise of the glass smashing had alerted the crew inside that they were there and several of them came running in to the back room. DoctorDoom stood at the back of the room shooting them as they ran through the door while Donatello took the ones who made it through out with his staff. 

"We gotta get the producted before they escape out the fron!" Doom yelled as he shot one more crew member in the head casually. 

They headed out to the main section of the building where all of the drugs were being prepared. There was still a few guys trying desperatly to collect all of the drugs and money into bags; they were dispatched of fairly quick though.

The two of them spent a little while making trips from the now empty building back to the car packing the back seat and trunk full with everything from the lab. Once everything was loaded Donatello hoped in the car just on time to hear sirens in the distance, Doom had other plans though.

"Give me one minute!" He shouted back to Donatello as he grabbed a rather large stack of dynamite from the dumpster out back and ran back inside. 

Donatello waited, nervous that the sirens were getting closer, wondering when and why Doom had put so much dynamite in the dumpster and what he was planning on doing with it. Just then DoctorDoom came sprinting out the back door towards the car screaming at Donatello to get in the drivers seat and start the car. 

DoctorDoom engaged in a shootout against rival family members with Donatello as they bust in but most of them were retreating, unconscious and wounded or dead. One of the rival family members had a ripped suit and was bleeding from the head down, the way he walked was like he was a zombie and was begging for mercy with broken up speech. Doom walked up to him with his pistol and aimed it at his temple, his finger going back on the trigger and firing; the man collapsed in a second and watched as Donatello stuffed money in the bag and product along with it.

"Don't forget the product! Make sure you get most of it in a bag!" DoctorDoom yelled as he was cleaning house, was more of a reminder.

DoctorDoom wanted to raze the drug lab before the police could take it all for themselves and stuff it into a evidence locker. He ran outback and grabbed packs of dynamite and placed it all in one spot in the middle of the lab, he took out a box of matches which is where it was gonna come in handy unlike last time. He lit the match and put the fire on the fuse, watching as it began to spark. DoctorDoom began to run for his life out the door and jumped in the Speedster, the sirens were beginning to get louder which means they are very close, he sped out of the alley and swerved onto the street.

DoctorDoom pushed it to the limit and began to drive. By the time they were at a reasonable distance, the drug lab was blown sky high in a blaze and any officers nearby would've been blown back, the explosion was massive; people began to panic and run away from the building itself. Police cars blaring their sirens drove past Donatello and DoctorDoom which means they weren't able to be described while Doom cheered in victory.

"WOOOOO!" 

As they drove away Donatello turned around to watch the lab blow up in a huge explosion. He tried to give Doom a disapproving look but couldn't hide the fact the he was amused. Explosions were kind of really fun. They pulled the car back into Doom's hideout and headed inside. Doom once again made his weird butter sandwich and Donatello ordered a pizza and sat at the table.

Once they had eaten it was time for Donatello to head back home to Las Vegas. He said his good-byes and was extremely sneaky swiping the Speedster keys off of Doom without him even noticing. Apparently his pickpocket skill were getting pretty good. Donatello headed to the garage and started the Speedster as the garage door opened. He sped off just on time to see Doom running out the door cursing him and waving his arms around like a crazy person.

"He's just might murder me next time I see him..." He said to himself as he turned on the radio and got onto the highway.