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9:03 AM
“Shadow!"
Casey Jones and April O’Neil burst into their apartment, Casey first. Exasperatingly, they rushed to where Shadow and Michaelangelo were sitting in shock in front of the television set.
Casey took his daughter in his arms and hoisted her above him, smiling in relief. "Thank god you’re all right... I heard about what happened, I don’t know what’s going on... some kind of a terrorist attack, nobody knows anything."
"I saw it on the news," Mike spoke. "I-I don’t know what’s happening... something like this has never happened before... who on Earth could..."
"The President hasn’t said a word — not yet — but it’s got to be terrorists, Mikey," April said. "T-they tried before in ’93, but that... that was nothing next to this. Could be any one of a number of terrorist groups... people were talking about al-Quaida on the way up here... about someone... let me think... yes, someone named Osama Bin Laden."
"You heard her, Mikey?" Casey roared. "You get in touch with Raphael, you tell him if he has any buddies left in the Foot Clan — any buddies at all, I don’t even care which clan — you have them put an APB out on that motherfucker pronto, I don’t care where he is, you understand? Do you understand?"
April put an arm gingerly over him. "Take it easy, honey. Easy."
"Not in my city... not in my city!" Casey shook her arm off, grunting and stalking toward the bathroom.
Mike shook his head helplessly. He and his brothers had fought countless foes against all odds — the Foot Clan, the Triceraton Empire, Warlord Go-Komodo, cyborgs, fellow mutants, vampires, ninjas, monsters, and even mythical Norse demons... he simply didn’t know what to make of a such a cowardly, faceless foe that would strike in such a spineless manner.
It just didn’t compute.
" — and all signs seem to point to this being a... a... oh my..."
On the television, the reporter cut himself off and the scene quickly panned to the left to the other tower that had been left untouched, the South Tower. A fiery explosion of even more smoke and a cascade of debris plumed out from what appeared to be a new impact on this building.
"A second plane has just collided, this time with the South Tower! Repeat, a second plane has just collided with the South Tower! Both buildings can now be seen in flames... oh lord, oh lord..."
The apartment grew deadly silent as all watched in shock. Even Casey, who couldn’t help but come back into the living room to hear more of what was going on, dare not turn away from it.
America was under attack, there could be no question any longer.
Michaelangelo was startled from his reverie only by his cell phone. It was Leonardo.
"Leo... are you seei — "
"I am," Leo spoke over the phone. "Don’s in trouble, Michaelangelo... he’s in trouble..."
Leonardo didn’t need to say another word.
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