“Donnie? Pass me your tool for taking out stripped screws will you? The person that I bought this bike from didn’t understand the meaning of stop.” Immogene grumbled the last part under her breath. The tall genius chuckled and handed her what she needed.
She was laying on a creeper, her knees bent to hold her steady while her bare feet moved to the music playing on low from the shop radio. Her dark blue ripped jeans were covered with a mixture of paint and greese, as these were were her painting or wrenching pair. A dark burgundy tank top in a similar condition was worn on top.
Immogene made a preterbed noise when the screw finally came lose along with more dirt that she felt land on her cheek. “Well, that’s one down, only a handful left.” She sighed. The with more anomation in her voice she added. “This tool is great, Don.” She slipped into her preferred nick name for him. Since meeting the brothers she’d built a solid friendship with him despite the differece of him being logical and her being mostly artsy fartsy. Absentmindedly, she brushed the dirt off her cheek leaving a smudge. “So, what’s new in the world of whatever you’re working on now? I can focus on what you say rather than what I’m thinking about what this bike was put through.” She said with an unseen wry expression on her face.
Donatello chuckled as he took the greasy tool from her hand. “Please tell me you didn’t spend a lot on that thing? Probably be better to bring it to the junk yard and put the poor thing out of its misery.” Rolling back the purple banded terrapin avoided a knock to the shin from her angry swinging leg. “I kid, I kid.”
Following the momentum he continued back until he reached his desk, dragging his thick fingers over the keyboard. “My current project? Damn, I think that’s the first someone has asked me what I’m working on in a while. Usually it’s ‘Hey Don can you fix this?’ or ‘Donnie the fridge is on the fritz again!’ or the most recent debacle is Raph throwing the remote through the TV because the Patriots lost.” The tall mutant pushed up his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “But I digress, I’m working on a new surveillance system for the NYPD, I’m writing a new program that will upgrade all the cameras without having to install new ones around the city. Should save the city millions of dollars and make traffic cams have crystal clear video. There have have been far too many crimes gone unsolved due to blurry images and shoty recordings.”
After finishing his final keystrokes Donnie adjusted in his chair eyeing the woman working on her “Fixer upper” in his garage. Gen had a long way to go on that thing, a long way.
As she worked the final screws loose he appraised the newest addition to their very small circle. Immogene was funny, mechanically inclined, a wonderful conversationalist and not bad on the eyes either. Since they had been outed and employed by the city of New York, they had gained a few new human friends. Which Leo was a little weary of due to past incurrences but this one seemed to be a keeper.
A small smile played on his lips and Donie leaned back in his chair enjoying watching her struggle with the last bolt, “What color are you going paint it,....that’s if you ever get it running.”
