By the time Alvin reached the area near the Pyramid, nearly an hour had passed.
The Little Turtles sat dejectedly on the ground. Michelangelo kept pounding his own head.
Alvin frowned and walked up to them. "What are you doing?"
Michelangelo looked at Alvin with guilt in his little eyes. "Boss, this is all my fault. Otherwise, John and Rocket wouldn't have gotten off the plane.
I should've trusted Rocket. We should've come along with them."
Alvin patted Michelangelo's big head. "I heard what happened. This has nothing to do with you.
Besides, we don't even know if they're dead, so what good does feeling guilty do?"
Alvin looked at Donatello, who was fiddling with a complicated Computer. "The Behemoth Combat Suit John Wick is wearing has a tracking function. Can't you find his location?"
After checking the position of a green dot on the Computer several times, Donatello looked up at Alvin. "Boss, John's position is in the center of the Pyramid, but we can't find the entrance."
Alvin was a blunt man. "If there's no entrance, blast one open. We're not archaeologists. Getting them out is what matters."
Donatello helplessly tapped at the Computer a few times, bringing up a model of the Pyramid. "We contacted Professor Wilson. He said this Pyramid's structure is completely different from the Maya pyramids.
"Its interlocking structure keeps it stable, but forcibly taking it apart from the outside could trigger a chain reaction and cause it to collapse.
"Our scanners also detected an activated energy matrix inside. None of us knows what would happen if we destroyed the Pyramid."
"Fuck! So we can't get in? How did John Wick and the others get inside?"
This was the first time Alvin had faced such a tricky situation. He'd seen John Wick and Rocket