Seymour, Dante, Harris - "Grocery shopping"

<snip>
"Looks like we'll have to send another disguised squad into the city
markets to try and grab some more food. See if they can't nick a
sub-space transceiver whilst they're out, it's the only way we'll ever
stand a chance of contacting the big blue."
"On it boss, I'll radio a few guys to meet up here for briefing."
<end snip>
Who: Seymour, Dante and Chris Harris
Where: Shellia, Outside
When: After Jay ordered the to get more food
The underground carpark was set underneath a fairly open area of the
city where there were rows of gardens and a fountain in the middle. A
sealed-off doorway lead down to their base, which opened quietly.
Seymour, Dante and Chris were the first team to go out that day.
Another team would go out later. It had been Jay's idea to only let
small teams out at once, so the natives wouldn't get suspicious of
large groups of humans in bad costumes. Smaller groups had better
chances of blending in.
"Wait!" Hissed Seymour quietly as Dante opened the door and prepared
to walk out into the daylight.
"What?" Dante boomed, his powerful voice coming from somewhere under
his turtle costume.
"There's some people out there... let's just wait for them to go away.
We don't want them to see us leaving here. They'll know where we're
hiding."
After 5 minutes they still hadn't left the doorway. Dante held the
door partially open, allowing enough space to peer through the crack
and watch the passers by. Harris and Seymour crouched under his legs,
trying to also peer through the door.
"Are they still there?" Asked Chris after a while. "I'm bored."
Dante agreed. "Shall we just kill them?" he asked.
"No!" Said Seymour. "Then more people will come, and our hideout will
definitely be found out!"
"I can take them all." Said Dante, and made it sound more like a fact
than a boast.
"What? And entire city?" Scoffed Seymour. "Feel free to do that,
please do. Just go do it somewhere away from here."
After a while the turtles outside walked on, allowing the three to
walk out into the sunshine. Underneath each of their hand-made turtle
outfits, they all had at least one defensive weapon in case things
turned nasty. They started walking towards the tall buildings, into
the busy inner-city.
Seymour looked at the other two, whose disguises actually looked
pretty convincing. "Oh. You too look jolly good in those disguises."
He admitted. "Who made them?"
"Vanessa." Chris admitted. "She made them based on scans she took of
the Shellites before we landed."
"Oh jolly good." Said Seymour. Then looked down at his own garb. "I
made this myself. How does it look?"
The other two continued walking without commenting.
"Is your silence good... or bad?" Seymour asked, trodding along beside
them. "Chaps? Chaps did you hear me?"
They didn't say anything.
"Great, Just jolly well great." Said Seymour throwing his arms around.
"I look like some kind of disabled Shellite don't I? Typical. Just
typical."
He quietened down as they passed some real Shellites. Two parents and
a young child. Dante nodded at them in greeting, trying not to do
anything that would give them away.
After they passed, Seymour looked at the other two. "Did it work? Did
they think I was a Shellite?"
Harris looked back. "They're not running to the police, so I think you
got away with it."
Further down, the young Shellite they had just passed pulled on his
Dad's sleeve. "Daddy, what was wrong with that funny-looking man with
those other two?"
"Don't stare son. It's rude."
Seymour, Chris and Dante turned down a narrower street. Despite the
incredibly tall and expensive-looking buildings towering above them,
the ground level was rammed full of dirty-looking market stalls that
sold a variety of food, some looking tasty and fresh, some looking ...
not so tasty or fresh.
"Don't these people have shops?" Seymour said, looking around for the
Marks & Spencers.
"It's a market Seymour. We can just buy stuff here."
"Yes, but look... all that food is exposed to the air, and the
germs... it's filthy!" Seymour said, moving his head away from a man
who tried to put a fresh fish up to his nose.
"No, go away. I'll buy it when I'm ready thank-you." he said, scolding
someone else who was trying to force him to buy some fruit.
"Keep a look out for that sub-space transceiver too." Harris said.
"I don't think they sell those at markets." Said Seymour.
"You never know."
Meanwhile Dante had been putting essential fruit and vegetables in a
bag. "These please." He boomed. He beckoned Seymour and Harris over.
"How are we going to pay for those?" Seymour said. "We don't have any
local currency!"
The market stall owner looked angry as they emptied out their pockets.
< tag! Anyone want to take it from here? What do we do? >