Sewer Tmnt Novels & Stories

Chapter 1653 At night, Tony hurried into the study and said, "Sir, there's news from the base." Hearing this, Sean raised his head, frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "What news?" "The base indeed hides a lot of Venomous Insects underground. Right now, Ward and his men are frantically looking for a red beetle, and the base is in chaos." Hearing Tony's report, Sean fell into deep thought. After a long while, he said to Tony, "Continue keeping an eye on them, and report to me if anything happens."

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.

Seb has his steel mask on but I could see the anger in his eyes toward Jace. "Seb, thanks for well, everything" I said turning to him. He cut his eyes at me and then Jace before giving me a stiff nod. What was he just thinking? Something else must be bothering him, beside petty jealousy. "The passage into the tunnels is right below us" Seb began. He wiped some dirty and leaves away to reveal what looked like a sewer entrance. "Damn, I hoping Ana getting shot would make you forget this whole going into the dark tunnels thing" Lily remarked.

She asked and they all nodded in response. “Good, this right here shows there is a tunnel leading to the museum, is there a building across the museum?” Audrey asked looking at Chloe. “Yes, there is a church across the museum.” “Well, it seems like a tunnel leads from the church right to the museum.” “There is our entrance.” Damien said and they nodded but Audrey glared at him. “The tunnel is a fucking sewer, you want us to go through a fucking sewer?” She asked and they all looked at her. “Yes, is there a problem?” Clyde asked.

All kinds of dirt and smelly water flowed through the floor; walking in this sewer felt like falling into the toilet. A group of more than a dozen men was finding their way in the sewer as they moved forward. There were all kinds of rats roaming around in their surroundings from time to time. It made people’s scalps prickle. “Rodman, this route that you have chosen is the sh*ttiest route ever!” Zeke walked in the forefront as he cursed. He used a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose. This man was displeased with everything around him.

Thomas’s brother was definitely much more irritable and hot-tempered. Adrian led us to a hidden entrance to the sewers, a rusty hatch in the middle of a deserted street. Sharon was the first to descend, her movements quick and efficient. I hesitated for a moment, but I knew I couldn’t stay there any longer. With a sigh, I followed her, the foul smell hitting me before my feet even touched the ground below.

"The infantry didn't follow us down the highway ramp, but I can hear the mechanical clicking of pneumatic drainage pumps being activated from the upper street level. They are going to flood the lower conduit to flush us into the primary screen filters." ​A sudden, deep thrum-thrum-thrum vibrated through the concrete floorboards beneath our boots. At the far end of the dark tunnel, a massive iron sluice gate began to grind upward, a wall of black, frothing canal water rushing into the conduit with a terrifying, hollow roar. ​I didn't blink. I stepped up to the masonry ledge, my black-stained fingers settling onto the cold iron keys of the typewriter. The ninth command was already in their ser

Magnusson knew better than to believe the city had just replaced it. “The city didn’t replace this!” Magnusson whispered to the others. The room was too clean for a tunnel going to the pipes. No smell of sewer came to his nose, which told Magnusson even more. Only a witch could clean this area to make it look like new. Power stirred around them, but didn’t seem to attack.

"If I vent the entire four-thousand-gallon reserve of toxic stormwater we siphoned from the vents during Chapter 16 directly into those lower subway channels, the hydrostatic pressure will collapse the soil beneath Line 4. The whole rail bed will cave in." ​Julian let out a low, rough chuckle that sounded like gravel grinding in a steel bucket. He reached down, his left hand sliding over hers on the console, his hot, fever-singed palm locking her fingers against the master discharge toggle. The raw, possessive intensity in his grip made her pulse skip a beat. ​"Sink them, Vance," he whispered against her hair, his breath a dry, burning heat. "Let my uncle see exactly what happens when he tri