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It takes a second for Turtle and Mike to adjust to the lower levels of light behind the door. Once their eyes adjust to the large gumdrop shaped lights that dot the ceiling, they are able to see that directly behind there door is a large antechamber. The wall to the left is lined with lockers. The wall to the right, is one large organizational rack of cleaning tools and supplies. Straight away there is a doorway, more like an opening in the wall really, that leads to stairs. Stairs that go down.

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Mike continues to go through the lockers one by one, pocketing anything that looks worth stealing...er...borrowing with no intent to return.

"Oh yeah, been studying for...well, since the beginning really. Once we got up on two legs Splinter started putting us through our paces."

Absentmindedly he rubs the back of his head. One walking stick smack too many.

"You know, I'm kind of kicking myself for not having kept some of those Wizard candies that Raph had kicking around. I bet they'd be great use down here."

Mike takes his placemat plan out of his utility belt, looks it over again, and makes the necessary adjustments.

~~1) Find door.~~
2) Get Indy
3) Rejoice.

Off to the side of the lockers, Turtle grins. She has a plan of her own.

"Wizard candies?" Half the bottle is gone, and the shell makes an odd squelching sound as it comes out. "Hey, I met Raph! He got mad at me for kicking the wall or something. Then he bought me breakfast! I like Raph. Pancakes."

Finished, Turtle tosses the bottle at Mike's feet. She steps into the dim light and beams.

"So? What do you think?"

Turtle Wexler is covered in caramel and completely, horrifyingly orange.

Not really listening...
"Of course he did. He's a marshmallow. Hmmm?"
He turns to look, and his jaw just drops.

"You...you're you're orange! Look at you. You're an orange Turtle already to go to a Devo concert. Hold still."

Clipped to his utility belt is a Polaroid camera. The flash is blinding.

"Deva wha?" Turtle blinks rapidly at the harsh light. "MIKE. I need to be able to see here." Grumbling, she puts the jacket back on and stalks toward the stairs, trying to see around the tiny dots in her vision. "Come on, we need to hurry."

She starts down the stairs again, expecting Mike to follow. Ever aware of potential danger, Turtle listens to the voices below and keeps to the shadows, just like Mike said.

Mike indeed follows, just not in a way that Turtle is expecting. After stowing his camera, he removes a set of climbing claws from the belt, straps them on his hands, and leaps to the ceiling of the stairwell. Limbs pressed against opposing walls he shimmys his way down the stairs, ready to lift her out of harm's way, should harm come looking for trouble.

For the most part, it's an uneventful journey that just continues. The stairs seems as if they have no end. If nothing else, it's a good introductory lesson in sneaking.

The stairwell does end. The tunnel opens to a great room that has been hewn from the very rock itself. Think the Mines of Moiria, only sweeter, brighter, and with more curve than angles.

The area is a series of plateaux and terraces with a multitude of tunnels that lead off in all directions. A raised monorail track can be seen winding it's way around the town proper.

It's quiet. Maybe a little too quiet.

The Hazmat suit and large bomber jacket make moving a bit difficult for Turtle. She has unwittingly picked up the Loompa Walk. She shuffles to the end of the stairs and looks around with wide eyes.

"Wow. This is incredible, and I'm suddenly starving. Man, I wish movie theaters were built with this much candy." Her eyes sweep the tunnels, and she frowns. "It seems... eerie. Do you know where your friend is?"

Mike drops from the tunnel, and gives the system of caves a once over.

"Cheese and rice super bar! Would you look at that?!"
A pause, a blink, and a time check.

"Yeah, it is awful quiet around here isn't it? I mean it's only...four o'clock? Where the heck could everyone be at four o'clock? You don't think they're having tea, do you?"

He covers his Mickey Mouse watch with his wrist band, and gives the place a second scan, muttering under his breath as he does so.

"well, if I had someone I wasn't supposed to, and who went against their will, I'd lock them up somewhere so they couldn't get out. Dungeon or Police Station...."

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