His hackles go up the second contact is made, the sting of the slap on the hand singing through his veins. He wasn't angry before, but he's getting there quick.

"That's it, huh? What kind of job, Leo? You thinkin' of servin' the Shredder again?"

The words come out like venom, and he regrets them the minute he says it. But it's true. The last time Leo acted like this, he almost sold his soul to the freakin' devil.

Before he was just playing around, but now the kid gloves are off. Big time. He has to figure out what the hell his brother is up to before he makes a big mistake.