The fire was getting closer and war brewing, Shredder was certain of this. The troublesome quartet would no longer stand in his way. He'd finally gotten his hands upon an ultimate weapon, certain to bring his dreams to fruition. The Japanese warrior was pleased with the progress his research division was making, though he seemed rather off-put by the course they had apparently chosen to take. "So long as it bears fruit, make it so." One of the scientists was declaring impatiently as the Foot Clan leader witnessed the final stages of the project taking place. The genetic vat that dominated the center of the room was a subject of great interest, as the man glowered at the suspended from within.
Once he had the creature back under his command, his original intention was to release her upon his enemies in a blaze of glory. However, his research division had recommended a more discrete tactic and presented their master with an idea and a vial of blood. Now, seeing the end result suspended in some kind of blue-green liquid before him, Shredder found himself seething with building rage. He wanted to destroy the turtles, and now he found himself relying on another to bring the quartet to their knees. It enraged the warrior to no end, but he could clearly see the benefits of this as well. The turtles would likely be more welcoming to a fellow mutant turtle than they would some strange woman.
Turning his attention to the nearest monitor, Shredder found himself staring at what appeared to be some kind of genetic database. A terrapin and a human silhouette dominated the center of the screen and corresponding anatomical parts were flashing to some kind of rhythm, and rotating double-helix icons floated in the corners, every so often expanding. While he watched, parts of the helix icons were pulled out of the animation and were applied to the black space between the two silhouettes.
"We're currently in the process of combining three DNA strands into one perfect design." One of the scientists began to explain noticing the Shredder's fixation on the screen. Lifting a hand, he pointed placidly to the broken helix icon in the left corner of the screen. "This broken DNA strand is what we've been able to translate from the provided sample. In other words, it's kind of like our example strand. Though we are taking bits out of it to fill in the gaps, we're mostly applying a pure strand of terrapin DNA directly into the subject. Ultimately this should speed up the false mutation process, and create a more convincing appearance in one easy step. The results are easily apparent." He added, lifting his hand away from the monitor to indicate the creature suspended in the large genetic tank. "She's surprisingly responsive to the gene transplant. Where did you ever find such an adaptive creature?"
"She has always adapted to survive. It is the most favorable quality about her. Aside from her inability to defy her master." Shredder responded, as he began to circle the genetic tube. "How long until it is ready? Reconditioning is required before she is released." He added detachedly.
"Uh… Well, to be honest? It could be ready tomorrow, it could take another month. It just depends on how well her body holds up to the final physical alterations of the experiment." The scientist hesitantly explained, drawing away from his superior. It was a well-known fact that Shredder did not take news of impending periods of waiting in stride. This was an experienced warrior who had taken defeat too many times to pretend to be the patient diplomat much longer. He would not be sated forever. Sooner or later, he would expect results. Swallowing hard, the scientist quickly shoved one of his technicians away from the nearest keyboard and monitor before making deft keystrokes. In a moment a new database was displayed upon the screen. A fairly humanistic silhouette dominated the screen. "But we're not just changing her appearance." The scientist spouted quickly, "We've increased her physical strength two-fold already, and her auditory and ocular senses have been heightened as well."
"Unnecessary additions." Shredder dismissed the commentary, "Just ensure the project is completed to perfection. And return her to the cell block upon completion." He added with detachment before turning his back upon the laboratory and leaving. The image of his most skilled assassin transformed – even incompletely – into one of those dreaded turtles was burned into the warrior's psyche. Her gray-green skin, the circular plating around her shoulders, the incomplete shelling across her abdomen. It disgusted him.
