Ninja Turtle Sewers Novels & Stories

We made it down here, which was good, but we still faced a challenge to get through the tunnels that were like a maze. I only had the blueprints for the building, I didn’t know my way around this part, considering the sewers ran underneath the entire city. It also reeked down here, which threw off our sense of smell. Although, it might help us from being detected.

"Rebecca, what the hell is this place?" "This is one of the bunker's sewer lines," Rebecca replies. "It should lead to the main sewer line which connects to all the zones. Come on. Oh and be careful, because the rats here are hungry." Rebecca: Holding back a laugh when I see Drifter pulls out his pistol, I begin leading the way through the cramp, dark sewer line. Having to mostly feel my way around, I am glad to hear the sound of running water. Following it, Drifter and I reach the main sewer line.

Everyone laughs. When the warrior returns, he smiles and looks at his Alpha with a smile. - The sewers have sewer gas. Sewer gas usually contains methane and hydrogen sulfide. They are both highly flammable and potentially explosive substances. So we just need to make fire to ignite the gas. This sewer has crops and wood, and some types of grease. I am sure that if we get some fire in there, that nest will explode and burn. - I told you, he's a nerd.

at home. "We go deep." She pointed to a grate in the floor. The metal was rusted almost solid, weeping orange oxidation into the stone. "The sewers?" Viggo wrinkled his nose, his upper lip curling to expose a flash of fang. "It smells like death." "It smells like freedom," Neoma corrected. Her voice was flat, pragmatic. "This system drains into the old reclamation plant. It dumps out in the Dregs. It's the only way out that isn't watched."

Cold air rushed out, carrying the smell of damp stone, stagnant runoff, and something older. “Go,” Luca said. Ethan slipped inside first, clutching the USB drive like a lifeline. Luca followed and shut the metal door behind them just as the first agent reached the ramp. The tunnel was narrow, wet, and uneven. Water pooled along the floor, running in shallow streams. The walls were rough concrete coated in algae and grime, like a claustrophobic artery buried beneath the coast. “Where does this lead?” Ethan asked, breathing hard. “Under the coastal highway,” Luca answered. “Then into the older sewer channels beneath Nice.”

Minos' question was directed towards Robb. "Why?" The young boy was curious for the answer. "Their sewage system sucks balls," answered the young noble. Cassana and Lira shook their heads. "So-wedge system? What is that?" asked the young boy. Ashvell was also intently listening for the answer. "It's a system of underground canals, culverts. That's where all the poops and pees go, when you relieve yourself." Wondering where the poops go was something that Robb asked himself a few times before. He once dug beneath the latrine by their house where he would go to do his duty, and what he saw was something he wanted gone from his memory.

The sewer tunnel opened onto a narrow ledge above black water the river that ran through the city's underbelly, carrying waste and secrets toward the sea. Resh held his torch high, revealing a stone ledge barely wide enough for two to walk abreast, the water below moving with sinister quiet. "We follow this downstream," he whispered. "Half a mile, there's an old loading dock. Abandoned. From there, we can reach the eastern marshes." Liam leaned against the tunnel wall, his face gray with exhaustion and the aftermath of his collapse. Kaelan stayed close, ready to catch him if his legs gave way. Althea and Elara pressed together, their breaths misting in the cold air.

I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face in Sayler’s hair, trusting Nash to navigate, trusting the bond that tethered us. We hit the bottom with a heavy, bone-jarring splash. Icy water rushed around my ankles, instantly soaking my shoes and the hem of my dress. We were in a sewer tunnel—or rather, an ancient underground river that flowed beneath the estate, carved out of the bedrock centuries ago. Nash shook himself off, sending water spraying in the dark. He waited until I slid off his back, my legs trembling so badly I could barely stand. Sayler clung to my leg, sobbing quietly, the sound echoing off the dripping walls.

"The compound's heavily guarded, with thermal sensors and rotating patrols. If we rush in, we’re dead before we even reach the gate." Alessia's fingers twitched with impatience. "So we don’t rush. We ghost." Giovanni pointed to the screen. "There’s a drainage tunnel under the west wall. Old and forgotten. The Serpents only post two guards there." Matteo grimaced. "Ugh. Tunnels. They smell. And there are rats. Trauma." Nikolai slapped Matteo’s shoulder playfully. "If you keep whining, I’ll leave you behind as bait."

“I don’t think you’re up for it, but the only way besides that train is underground: the sewer.” Maxill looked with disgust, while Juste didn’t mind getting drenched in sludge. “About to quit bloodhunt?” Juste then was challenging Maxill, glaring at him with a smirk. “Over my dead body.” Maxill was in it for the glory of solving the cure. They found their way to the small entrance of the sewers. Juste led them using his strong olfactory gift. “Yup, this is the entrance. I don’t even get this weird kind of smell, yuck.” Juste was used to burying their waste material on the ground.