Chapter One
Ringing sounded through the silent and dark house. A man sat lazily up in bed and clumsily picked up the phone. "Hello?" he asked drowsily.
"Mark. I am sorry top have woken you at such an early hour. But I need your help." A voice with a Japanese accent. It was heavy and sounded tired.
"Yoshi? Great to hear from you. But couldn't this have waited till later.' ark asked, running a hand through his sleep ruffled brown hair.
"I am afraid not old friend. I have called to ask one final favor." Splinter replied.
"Alright. What is it?" he asked, getting out of bed.
"Something's from my past have come up. I can not protect my four sons any longer. I need you to find homes for them." He said.
Mark sighed. "Well, you know the agency could give all of you prote-"
A heavy sigh interrupted him. "I hate to say that that can not be possible. I will not be alive for much longer because of what has come up. I do not want anyone to come to harm because of me. But my sons must be protected at all costs."
Mark shook his head. "Alright. But you know I have to separate them correct?" he asked.
Splinter sighed again. "I know. But I also know that you will do what is best for them old friend. I must warn you though. They are very different."
"I thought it might be something like that Yoshi. Alright, I'll send some of my agents to pick them up at 6917 Marshell way tonight. Is that possible for you at the moment?" he asked.
Splinter nodded. "Yes. Goodbye my friend, and thank you." With that he hung up the phone.
Mark sighed. "Well better get into uniform and get this done." He muttered.
Splinter set the phone down. He turned his attention to his sleeping sons. He gently kissed each on the head. The he slipped a carved wooden medallion around each's neck. "Always know that I have done this for your own goods my dear sons." He told the sleeping children. A tear rolled down his face as he placed them all in a box and head toward the drop off point.
He arrived before Mark had. Splinter took one last look at his children and placed a blanket over the top of them, counseling them from prying eyes. He placed an envelope on top of it. Without looking back he hurried away. After several yards he found a nearby ally. But before he was able to reach a man hole to get back to the sewers, a sharp pain in the back of his neck followed a loud crack.
"Quarry terminated. No sign of witnesses or the four turtles mentioned in briefing." Someone spoke into a radio. "Hamato Yoshi is dead."
"Good. Report back to base. The young terripans will not survive long without protection. Good job agent Mason." The reply can from the radio.
"Understood, Mason over and out."
Mark waited patiently in his office. "Here sir. It was right where you said it would be." A tall man wearing dark glasses said, setting down a large box.
"Thank you Tillerman. You may go now." Mark replied. Tillerman nodded and left the room.
"Now lets see just how different your sons are Yoshi old friend." He said to himself. He picked up the envelope and set it aside. Net he lifted the blanket off and set it aside. He stared at the four creatures in the box. There were four sleeping humanoid turtles. Mark sat down heavily. "When you said different old friend, I never imagined….." he put his hand on his forehead. "Well you always were full of surprises." He muttered. His eyes drifted to the note. He opened it and began to read. 'That explains allot." Mark said setting it aside. He pressed a button on his pager. "Lauren will you call Special agents Jones, Langinstein and Evans in, Along with Dr. O'Neil. I need to see them in my office immediately."
"Sure thing ." the woman replied.
"Thank you." Mark sat back in his chair. Think of exactly what he was going to tell his top agents and Scientist.
Well this is the first chapter to my new story. I do not Own TMNT, or any characters that didn't come from my own head. Next chapter will be up soon. Any fans of my other stories don't worry, I'm still working on them as well, so don't fret.