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*The full moon is shrouded by the overcast sky. There is a soft breeze blowing across La Guardia Airport. Just enough to cushion the sound of any unexpected footfalls. It's just warm enough to not warrant a jacket, but not so hot as to deny one enough clothes to conceal a wide arrangement of weaponry.

In truth, it's the perfect night for sneaking.

One wouldn't think there would be many shadows at an international airport.
That one clearly hasn't ever made the trek with Leonardo and Raphael.
All business, they make their way across the numerous runways and driveways without a single word between them. They're looking for a Red Eye to Los Angeles. Not exactly an easy thing to do from the outside of a terminal, but they seem to manage.

It's all Leo can do to keep Raph from jumping the baggage handlers when it appears the cargo doors will be closed before proper Stow Away can be accomplished. The forced patience is rewarded, and the two find themselves inside the unpressurized cargo hold bound for the Left Coast.*

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*He doesn't know what time it is. He only knows that they're still somewhere in California. That it's his shift to keep watch. And most importantly, she still hasn't woken up yet.

He's currently taking a break from toying with his sai, and picking at his newest scars to date, he sighs and looks about the room.

Yup.
It's still a crappy hotel room.*