Don and Mikey didn't get far. They had managed to jump to another rooftop when the second chopper stopped them. They couldn't go anywhere and Mikey was losing a lot of blood.
"I hope they didn't hit an artery." Don said.
"Me too. I hope Leo got away." Mikey said.
"He knows how to take care of himself."
Commandoes began swinging down onto the rooftop.
"You aren't going anywhere, Turtles!"
"Stay here, Mikey." Don said and set his little brother down to the edge. He took out his Bo and stood protectively in front of Mikey. "Stay back!" Don warned the humans.
"You are both coming with us."
"I don't think so!" Don shouted and he attacked the commandoes.
He hit many of them with his Bo and kicked aside others. But from the chopper, the pilot aimed his gun on Mikey.
"Freeze, Purple turtle! Or your orange masked friend gets it!"
Don stopped at that. He looked up and saw the chopper's gun was aimed at Mikey.
"No! Don't harm him!"
The quick diversion was enough for a dart to be jabbed into Don's neck, making him cry out as his hand covered the injection site. The man who did it grabbed his Bo from his hands and then hit him in the legs, forcing Don to his knees.
"Don!" Mikey cried out. Some other commandoes were now ganging up on him.
Mikey backed his shell into the wall, a trail of blood leading from his leg. He was scared for both himself and Don. Who knows what would be done with them. He wished Raph was here.
Don went unconscious shortly after.
Mikey was grabbed by the arms and forced to his feet. "Don't hurt my brother!" He pleaded.
"It's not up to us what happens to you. Agent Bishop and Johnson will decide what happens to you." The man on his left said.
Mikey held up his injured leg, still bleeding. Then, he too felt a needle go into the skin on his right arm. He went under in minutes.
Some tables were lowered down and the two turtles were put onto them and just as with Leonardo, were bound in leather straps on their backs. Mikey's lower left leg was bandaged to try to stop the bleeding. It would be treated more thoroughly when they got him back to base.
Some of the commandoes looked at Donatello evilly. They wanted to get back at him for hurting them. "I wish we could choose what was going to happen to that one."
"Yeah. He needs some payback for what he did to us."
The tables were lifted one at a time to the chopper and then the men climbed up. They had to make sure their double prizes were alright going up. Then it was back to base once they were secured.
…..
Hannah and Brian were tucked away in their room while Uncle Raphael was watching a football game. He had spent some time with the kids before he had settled them down. They were a handful, especially little Brian, being Mikey's son. Raph knew this little guy was going to be a goofball when he got older.
He wondered when his brothers would be getting home so he could be taken off babysitting duties. Raph still wished he had gone with them tonight and let Mikey stay home and watch the little angels. He wanted so much to bust the thieves.
He looked up at the clock. His brothers had been gone for over three hours now. He hoped they weren't in any danger. If they weren't home within another hour, then it would be suspected they were in trouble.
…..
Johnson was pleased when the troops brought in Leonardo. He was transferred to another table and tied down.
"Leave the one on the belly undone." He ordered and it was left undone. Everything else on Leo's body was tied down, even on his chest. It wouldn't be long now for the turtle to wake up.
Johnson wrapped a bandage around Leo's left arm before he walked out. The wound wasn't deep so a bandage would do just fine to stem the bleeding.
….
When Donatello and Michelangelo were brought in, they were to be separated into different areas of the base.
Bishop greeted them to see what they were looking like. He had an instant idea on what to do with Mikey. "Take that one to my personal lab. There's something special planned for him. What happened to his leg?"
"He was shot with the helicopter's gun, Sir. We'll get it treated in your lab."
"Good. I don't want him hurt any more than he already is. The experiment I have planned for him requires him to be unharmed." Bishop said. "And keep him sedated until I give you orders to wake him up."
"Yes, Sir."
Mikey was taken there and secured.
…..
Don was transferred to his own private cell to be tied down. He was transferred to a new table like his brothers had been. It wasn't long until Johnson came into the room. He admired the way his men were looking at the unconscious turtle.
"What's wrong?" He demanded.
"This turtle needs some payback, Boss. He beat us up out there." One complained.
Johnson looked down at the sleeping Donny. "I remember this one. I tried to use him once, but found out his DNA was useless to me, but perhaps he can be useful another way."
"How?"
He gave his orders to the men and they smiled evilly. They went to get their tools for what was ordered to be done.
By the time they were done with Don, he had a tube sticking out of his mouth that was hooked up to a machine. His mouth had also been tied shut. The men didn't want to hear the turtle say anything, but they knew they would still be able to hear him make some sounds when he was awake.
Johnson's orders would be followed without problems. He had his own plans for this turtle. These men were going to be happy to follow them through.
They were ordered next to make sure the tube was in the right place. A little water was put down the machine that transferred the liquid into Donatello's body.
Don's breathing remained steady so they knew they had gotten it into the right body part going down.
"Flush his stomach next." Came the order.
The men did just that. But what would be next?
Beta read by Applepye.
