The Final Echo: SAINW
It was easy to see why Leonardo would have chosen this spot for a meeting. From where Donatello stood on the rubble, there was the feeling of silence, although he could hear foolish propaganda echoing from one side of the river, the silence on the other, abandoned side was more than enough to eat the white noise away.
A light breeze lifted the violet mask tails from his shoulders, causing the turtle to instinctively face the wind. He could recall a day when the fresh winds over the river brought the briny scent of the ocean, but now it only brought a smell of oil and decay from the polluted waters. Even the river far below, which had been so full of roaring life was only a deep murky swirl of pollution.
Donnie was feeling more than a little exposed on the ruins of the tall bridge. He had been told it had been a structure built soon after the Foot took control of the city, connecting the residential slums with the labor camps. The structure has been a symbol