Turtle Luck struck again. Mike cursed under his breath. Of course. Of course this was thirty years before him, or something like that. The time didn't matter. All that mattered is that the tranquilizers weren't as quick as any of the things they used to stun people back home. Stupid, stupid turtle. He really was out of his own time.
Mike rushed after them before they decided to start screaming, but the door was already locked. Well, it wasn't a very good door. The wood would break too easily; there was a good chance he'd get his foot stuck in it. There was an obvious, although loud, solution to this.
He backed up, then ran at the door, turning to ram the door with the side of his shell at the last moment. The door fell to the dirty floor inside the house.
The man screamed weakly. The woman didn't. She was already unconscious in his arms.
"Don't," Mike growled out, walking towards them, frowning as the man pressed his back more firmly against the opposite wall. "S'gonna be a lot easier if you just cooperate."
"P-Please," the man begged, hugging his wife tighter. "We... we have nothing...."
"You know this ain't about money," Mike whispered, pulling a unlatched collar off from the pants around his waist.
The man began crying. Aw, shell. The turtle froze for a moment, then decided to stand in place. He'd let the guy have this last moment with his wife, even if it was the crappiest one ever.
It was good it was him and Niikura than another group. Mike's heart ached, and he had hidden his away a long time ago. He didn't want to think about how some green-around-the-ears patient would've reacted to somethin' like this. Either way, he knew what would be haunting his nightmares for the next week.
The man grew quiet after about a minute. Mike let out a sigh--finally. He walked forward quietly and then kneeled in front of them, fastening the collars. A moment, and then he moved the woman's neck closer to the man's, twisting her collar around so that both buttons were right next to each other.
He pushed them simultaneously, and then they were gone.
A minute went by before he slowly stood again and walked out of the door. He looked up to Niikura and nodded. It was done. They had one more to go.
Then, just when he thought it couldn't get worse, Turtle Luck once again proved him wrong. The door of the door of the house next door opened, and the resident, a man, came out. He had obviously been awoken by the noise and decided to investigate. Wow. None of these guys had any street smarts.
Mike stared at him. The man stared back. Mike took one step towards the man, preparing to rush at him, and the man screamed.
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Mike rushed after them before they decided to start screaming, but the door was already locked. Well, it wasn't a very good door. The wood would break too easily; there was a good chance he'd get his foot stuck in it. There was an obvious, although loud, solution to this.
He backed up, then ran at the door, turning to ram the door with the side of his shell at the last moment. The door fell to the dirty floor inside the house.
The man screamed weakly. The woman didn't. She was already unconscious in his arms.
"Don't," Mike growled out, walking towards them, frowning as the man pressed his back more firmly against the opposite wall. "S'gonna be a lot easier if you just cooperate."
"P-Please," the man begged, hugging his wife tighter. "We... we have nothing...."
"You know this ain't about money," Mike whispered, pulling a unlatched collar off from the pants around his waist.
The man began crying. Aw, shell. The turtle froze for a moment, then decided to stand in place. He'd let the guy have this last moment with his wife, even if it was the crappiest one ever.
It was good it was him and Niikura than another group. Mike's heart ached, and he had hidden his away a long time ago. He didn't want to think about how some green-around-the-ears patient would've reacted to somethin' like this. Either way, he knew what would be haunting his nightmares for the next week.
The man grew quiet after about a minute. Mike let out a sigh--finally. He walked forward quietly and then kneeled in front of them, fastening the collars. A moment, and then he moved the woman's neck closer to the man's, twisting her collar around so that both buttons were right next to each other.
He pushed them simultaneously, and then they were gone.
A minute went by before he slowly stood again and walked out of the door. He looked up to Niikura and nodded. It was done. They had one more to go.
Then, just when he thought it couldn't get worse, Turtle Luck once again proved him wrong. The door of the door of the house next door opened, and the resident, a man, came out. He had obviously been awoken by the noise and decided to investigate. Wow. None of these guys had any street smarts.
Mike stared at him. The man stared back. Mike took one step towards the man, preparing to rush at him, and the man screamed.
"MONSTER! THERE'S A MONSTER!"
... Well, so much for stealth.