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The Krang invasion was going exactly as planned, the terraforming was going perfectly, the turtles were on the run, and Shredder and his lackeys had downed Leonardo and captured him.
They all felt sparks of petty joy as he collapsed onto the floor, limp as a dead fish– or turtle might be more accurate. Shredder wore a grin under his gaudy mask as he slashed leonardo.
Tigerclaw grabbed the blue turtle’s sash, and lifted him into the air, snatching his phone from where it was concealed in his weird belt.
The turtle didn't respond, and tigerclaw held the phone in his hand– paw for a second with an unreadable look, and stared at it before pressing the home button, and then stared at it some more.
After an awkward beat, Shredder turned to the tiger, “Tigerclaw, where are the rest of the turtles?”
“Give me a moment.”
Another beat passed. Shredder walked over to where the assassin held the phone in one hand, and Leonardo in the other.
“Tigerclaw, where are the turtles?”
Tigerclaw squinted at the screen. Xever hesitantly walked over after a moment of Shredder glaring at an increasingly confused yet determined looking Tigerclaw.
“Okay let me do it.”
“No, I can figure it out.” Tigerclaw had too much pride.
“Okay–” Xever snatched the phone away and swiped at the screen. He stared at the small 47 unread messages under the name Mikey, and the press home button for face ID or enter passcode, and then blanched as much as a anthropomorphic fish could.
“It has face recognition.” He looked down at the blue turtle, then at the phone before muttering, “How did the purple turtle even do that, they’re turtles.” Bradford groaned at the edge of the group.
“Just put his face up to the camera, then.”
Xever shot him a look and then gestured to Tigerclaw to put the turtle down, and did so. The phone stayed locked.
“It didn't work.”
This time Tigerclaw groaned. Bradford glared at them all.
“Jesus– of course it didn't work when you did it, Xever, just let me do it.” He snatched the phone and maneuvered his bony fingers to hold up Leonardo’s face to the camera. The phone buzzed, but stayed locked. Shredder looked away in sheer disappointment.
“Just put in the passcode and find the turtles.” Shredders words did little to dispel the growing annoyance spreading through them like happiness at a children's party.
Bradford turned to Shedder, “And do you know what the password is?”
Shredder just glared, but it wasn't very effective because of the giant metal helmet on his head.
“Just put in his birthday or something”, Xever piped in, he was quickly silenced when Shedder snatched the phone and attempted to press the buttons through his glove.
Leo lay limp on the floor.
After a few moments of silence besides the crashing and burning of the alien invasion surrounding them, Shredder finally muttered, muffled by a layer of metal, “How does this even work? Where’s Karai’s millennial tech skills when you need them.”
The group all wore identical incredulous and shooken looks, as they stared at the literal crime boss. Tigerclaw removed his head from his hands– sorry paws, for a moment, only to gaze at Shredder with more sheer shame in his eyes than Raph at his intense fixation on anime when he was twelve, “Saki, what?”