Hey, peoples!

WereLeo woke up to the sound of combat. His head perked up and he growled, seeing his master preparing for combat; more, putting his suit on to look intimidating and have sharp weapons.

"Foot Ninja! Get to where the hotel has been breached!" Saki commanded into his communicator as he put his helmet on.

WereLeo sat at attention, waiting for orders. Shredder turned to him. "Come!" he yelled in frustration, running to the door. WereLeo followed right behind.

Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo defended themselves against the Foot Ninja and Elites that had attacked them almost as soon as they got into the hotel through the window.

Raph grunted, split-kicking 2 ninja and blocking one Elite's trident. "Don't they usually save the big guns for lata afta we beat the jokers first!?" he demanded of Don, who was fighting an Elite, as well.

"Shredder did *grunt* say he had a new guard!"

"Yeah, but wouldn't it just be a huge Purple Dragon or something?! Or even Hun?!" Mike asked as he knocked out a few ninja and elbowed an Elite in the stomach, then kicked him in the head, knocking him out, as well.

"Nah, he probably did somethin' ta Hun. Again," Raph deadpanned, knocking out the Elite and taking on the last one.

"I wouldn't doubt that at all," Don chuckled despite the situation, knocking out the Elite he fought and going for more normal ninjas.

"We should probably be takin' dis more seriously," Raph chuckled as well, knocking out the last Elite and the last of the remaining Ninjas.

"Who cares? We've busted in here to get each other tons of times!" Mike exclaimed, putting his nunchucks back in his belt.

"No, we've broken into Foot Tower tons of times. We may have gotten the blueprints for this place, but we still don't know it that well," Don reminded them as he took out his Shell Cell and scanned the room for any traps Saki may have installed. None, for now. "Now come on, we've gotta get Leo back."

As they took off towards what was most likely the throne room Shredder had picked, Raph muttered under his breath, "Let's just hope we can get past dis 'new guard'."

The turtles kept a sharp eye as they travelled through the old hotel, which Shredder had fixed up quite a bit in the few weeks he'd had their brother, obviously.

They made it to what was most likely Shredder's throne room, or, more so the room leading to it. They stopped short as they saw the Shredder himself standing there, Foot Tech and Foot Ninja surrounding them in seconds.

"Ah, the ever-predictable turtles," Shredder smirked under his mask. "You came just as I expected. You are here for your brother, correct? How sweet."

Raph growled something under his breath.

"Let him go, Shred-Head!" Mike yelled, nunchucks pointed at their enemy.

"I could very well let him go back to you, but," Shredder grinned, red eyes flashing under the helmet he wore, "I'm not so sure he'd leave me."

"What are you going on about, Shredder?" Don demanded in an intimidating and angry voice, something his brothers didn't often hear from him.

"Well, why don't you see for yourself?" Shredder chuckled, snapping.

A low growl rang out from the shadows to their left, and the Foot Ninja cleared a space so that the three turtle brothers could see the piercing red eyes glaring at them in the darkness.

WereLeo stepped out of his hiding place, a sneer on his purple-tinted face, which you could see even under the fur, as the roots were tinted, themselves. The purple veins were nearly taking over his entire face, stopping about an inch above his mouth and right where the top of his head started. Mike flinched at the sight.

"What did ya do to him?!" Raph demanded, glaring at the Shredder.

"Oh, nothing much. Just a little… persuasion," Shredder told them as WereLeo regarded the younger Hamatos.

"What's with the collar?" Mike whispered to Don, who took a closer look.

"Probably what's making Leo like this. Shredder would do that," Don spat quietly.

"So, we should probably get it off him, right?"

"Yep."

Mike repeated the plan to Raphael quietly, and the hothead nodded.

"So, we gonna do this or what?" Raph finally asked, waiting for something to happen.

"Foot Ninja and Foot Tech, attack!" Shredder ordered, pointing at the turtles.

A beat later, the turtles were bombarded with ninjas trying to kill them.

WereLeo stood next to Shredder, who watched the scene. The three turtles were holding their own against their foes, although there was a cut here and there.

When they had started, there had been about 20 Ninja and 10 Tech. The turtles had gotten through about half of each, but were obviously tiring out as the minutes went by. WereLeo was obviously waiting for an order to attack, if his stance was anything to go by.

Shredder snapped, and the collared werewolf looked up at him. Saki pointed at the turtles fighting, and WereLeo immediately charged in.

Don looked over and narrowly avoided being plowed to the ground by his brother. "Yikes!" he yelled, blocking a Foot Tech's bō with his own as he saw WereLeo charge for him again. This time his arm was grazed by his collared brother's claws, leaking a little blood onto the ground and splattering some.

"I'll try and regroup!" Don called as he fled the room, WereLeo in hot pursuit.

"Got it!" Raph yelled after him, knocking out a Foot Tech ninja, the last of them.

As he and Mike defeated the last of the ninja, Raph turned to where their real priority (or, at least its cause) stood. "Hey Shred- Huh?"

The tin-head was gone.

WereLeo skid to a stop as Shredder approached him calmly. "He is in the hotel still?" he asked.

WereLeo nodded.

"Find him," he commanded, holding out a rag with Donatello's blood on it.

WereLeo approached, sniffing it and immediately looking up the stairs, growling.

I legit was watching Coco when I came up with that last section xD Sorry. Please review! BYE!

Shadow