Stupid Donny, how did he even think to leave my number at check-in at this damn gym?! Raphael raged, glaring at the long-dead smartphone screen. Donny was the brain of the team, but sometimes it seemed as if he wasn't thinking at all or was just trying to annoy his older brother. And he always succeeded in the second!

The damn administrator of the hall, noticing the loss of dumbbells, pestered him with messages, first with a request, and then with a demand to return them back.

Throwing the phone on the bed, he squatted down, examining the dumbbells. Making a displeased sound, the ninja jerked his head, experiencing something akin to shame arising in his chest. And why did he do it at all? Raph was not a thief, on the contrary, he devoted himself to fighting criminals, but he could not explain his impulse in front of stupid hardware, which he did not really need.…

The notification came to the phone, the light briefly illuminated the dimness of the room. * Probably that thorn again* — the nickname that the administrator earned for being too annoying. Thrusting the dumbbells into his backpack, Raphael prepared to unleash all his accumulated anger on her, but was interrupted by the disturbing content of the text message written in a hurry. The robbers, or whoever it was, showed up at the gym where she worked in the middle of the night and clearly not to drink tea or practice.

Oh, come on? Has she already made enemies and not even in my person? The ninja snorted, securing the sai in its scabbard. Not that he was eager to save her ass from danger, but he still needed to return the dumbbells and all that, so…

Knowledge of underground passages significantly reduced his time. Climbing to the surface through a manhole, Raph made his way into the building through the back door and, guided by the sounds, found three half-wits unsuccessfully trying to crack the door lock.

Pathetic rats, he snorted mentally, armed with sai, Sorry Master Splinter.