Leo grits his teeth. He lost the first tumbler in the lock when they hit that turn, plus his grip and control are weak, his wrist is pinched from straining through the bars and Raph is arguing with what is clearly the best course of action. That part shouldn't surprise him at all, but it's still a complication, or rather an aggravation, he doesn't need.
It's not running away...OR a tactical retreat. It's taking the first and best window for escape to send the only ninja who's capable of running for reinforcements. But he shouldn't have to rationalize his orders. Why can't Raph just trust that he's making the best decision for everyone involved?
"They're not... gonna risk taking us out on the road," he explains irritably, dividing his attention between the lock and the argument, fighting against the numb clumsiness lingering in his muscles, forcing himself to focus through the headache and nausea. "When they open up those doors, we'll BE where we're going." Which... might very well be a transferring facility, granted.
But one way or the other the rescue team would have somewhere to start. All their brothers have to work with at the moment is a collapsed wall. Who knows if the humans left any traceable evidence? The other turtles might waste hours, perhaps days trying to excavate bodies that aren't there, unaware they've been taken prisoner...
Those factors are all out of his control. He's got to focus on the ones he can do something about, like this lock.
"Anyway, it's not going to make a difference if I can't jimmy this - stupid lock - Gah!" The truck swerves again, accelerating through a turn; Leonardo's weight lurches against the bars, jostling the knife and nearly breaking the tip. He fumbles with unsteady fingers, almost dropping the weapon, and growls in frustration to find himself right back to square one. This driver must think he's practicing for Nascar.
"Look, if you get a clean shot, just - take it, okay?! We can't afford hesitation - they shoot you, and we lose this - Dammit." The tumbler slips away from his knife, which really isn't a good shape for the work and is probably ruining the point. "... Opportunity." This is impossible.
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It's not running away...OR a tactical retreat. It's taking the first and best window for escape to send the only ninja who's capable of running for reinforcements. But he shouldn't have to rationalize his orders. Why can't Raph just trust that he's making the best decision for everyone involved?
"They're not... gonna risk taking us out on the road," he explains irritably, dividing his attention between the lock and the argument, fighting against the numb clumsiness lingering in his muscles, forcing himself to focus through the headache and nausea. "When they open up those doors, we'll BE where we're going." Which... might very well be a transferring facility, granted.
But one way or the other the rescue team would have somewhere to start. All their brothers have to work with at the moment is a collapsed wall. Who knows if the humans left any traceable evidence? The other turtles might waste hours, perhaps days trying to excavate bodies that aren't there, unaware they've been taken prisoner...
Those factors are all out of his control. He's got to focus on the ones he can do something about, like this lock.
"Anyway, it's not going to make a difference if I can't jimmy this - stupid lock - Gah!" The truck swerves again, accelerating through a turn; Leonardo's weight lurches against the bars, jostling the knife and nearly breaking the tip. He fumbles with unsteady fingers, almost dropping the weapon, and growls in frustration to find himself right back to square one. This driver must think he's practicing for Nascar.
"Look, if you get a clean shot, just - take it, okay?! We can't afford hesitation - they shoot you, and we lose this - Dammit." The tumbler slips away from his knife, which really isn't a good shape for the work and is probably ruining the point. "... Opportunity." This is impossible.