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Mikey's POV.
My head feels so dizzy. Why's my vision so blurry, and are we moving? What's that annoying sound that's giving me a migraine? What happened last night? I feel like I'm suffering a hangover or have been run over by a train. Leo? Don? Raph? Are you there? Where are you guys? Finally, the darkness in my vision is clearing, only to be covered by a blinding white light. Is that the entrance to heaven? Am I dead? No, I'm not dead. That's just some powerful blinding, white light they use in hospitals when performing surgery. So where am I? In Don's lab? I can't be. It feels like we're moving. Maybe I'm in the Battle Shell. No. That couldn't be it either. We didn't bring the Battle Shell. Maybe it's some kind of drug or painkiller. Was I knocked out or something? My head feels like a ton of bricks.
"Glad to see you awake, Michelangelo."
Now my stomach feels like a ton of bricks. I know that voice anywhere. That cold and collected, emotionless, deep voice belongs to Agent Bishop himself. Someone moves the light away from me, and I can see that I'm strapped down to a table in a helicopter. That explains why we're moving. Still, I don't feel any better. Actually, I feel worse as dread sinks into the pit of my stomach now made out of bricks and my brick mind fills with anxiety as I began to remember what happened.
We were fighting Agent Bishop's men. I was knocked out, and now I wake up in a helicopter. I was obviously captured. I also remember Agent Bishop saying he needed only one of us for his experiment. That means I'm the only one on board while my brothers are left in New York. I remembered that time when Agent Bishop captured all four of us. Twice he held a buzz saw close to my plastron. He was going to kill me! Will he kill me this time?
I gulped. "So…um…how's it going?"
Agent Bishop just stared at me with his emotionless eyes hidden by his really cool shades. Maybe I should ask him where he got them. That way, when I get out of this sticky situation, I can buy a pair for myself.
Finally, he spoke. "Michelangelo, I must ask you something. Have you ever dreamed of becoming a human so you may walk in the sunlight and fulfill all your dreams?"
My eyes widened. Becoming human? That's something every single one of us including Master Splinter has dreamed about. Sure, I love being a mutant turtle and all but becoming human would be even better. I could do everything that I always dreamed of doing like learning how to surf and snowboard, skydiving, publishing my own comic book, running for the U.S. Olympic track team, and most of all, just hang out with kids my own age without feeling like I don't belong with them. Still, this is Agent Bishop we're talking about. He just doesn't make dreams come true, especially for mutant creatures such as myself.
Without answering, I suspiciously asked, "Why do you care?"
"Because, Michelangelo," Agent Bishop continued, not caring that I answered his previous question, "I have always been fascinated that your family's DNA is so close to that of a human. I often wondered if I could turn a mutant creature into a human. I decided to experiment on this idea, and I have chosen you for it because out of your whole entire family, you seem to act the most like a regular teenage human."
Awwww. So I'm not unique among the humans? That hurts, but then again. I always did enjoy and do things what most humans, or at least teenage boys and preteens might enjoy and do. "Where are you taking me?" I asked.
"To a secret laboratory of mine in Area 51." The Agent Bishop got up and walked towards the cockpit. When I was sure that he disappeared through those doors, I tried to wiggle my arms free to get my Shell Cell to call the guys. I'm surprised that Agent Bishop told me where we're going. You think he'd have a bit more care, but no, he seemed overconfident. I finally managed to free my right arm and tried to reach for my Shell Cell when I realized that my Shell Cell along with my weapons were gone. Now I understood why Agent Bishop gave me the location of our destination. He severed me from my source of communication so I couldn't call my bros for help.
Agent Bishop came back and noticed that I managed to free myself. He smiled a cold and evil smile as he pointed out the obvious. "I see now that you manage to free your right arm, obviously in an attempt to reach your Shell Cell or whatever you call it. Just so you know, I had my men carefully dissemble your phone so that no signal will appear, no tracking device will work, and no way to call your family and vice versa. Your weapons were also burned saved for the only inflammable part – the chain." Agent Bishop re-strapped and left me. My babies are utterly destroyed, well, except for the chain. Those weapons were given to me by my own father when I was eight-years-old, and I kept them close since. Not only my weapons were destroyed but so was my Shell Cell. I have no way of calling my family, and they have no way of tracking me down. Don's gonna kill me for getting my Shell Cell destroy if he doesn't kill himself trying to figure out why the tracking system isn't working.
Agent Bishop reappeared with a syringe in his hand. He injected me in the arm, and my vision blacked out. With my head now weight a ton and my vision darkening, I revisited the world of unconsciousness.
In the Lair; Third person POV
Leo, Raph, and an unconscious Donatello were met by Master Splinter at the Lair's entrance. Somehow, Master Splinter sensed something was wrong and seeing only three out of four of his sons with one of them out cold told him that he was right.
"My sons, what happened to Donatello, and where is Michelangelo?" Master Splinter calmly asked, but his eyes were clouded with worry and fear.
Leo spoke first. "Don is out cold. He needs medical attention. About Mikey, well ummh, I tell you after we take care of Don over here."
Master Splinter nodded in understanding as he headed to the dojo where he will be waiting for Leonardo to break the news to him. Leo carried Don to his lab while Raph followed him. They laid Don in one of the four cots and cleaned up any cuts and bruises he had. They also saw that he had a large bump on the head from the impact of the side of the soldier's heavy gun hitting Don's head. Raph put an icepack on Don's bump. Raph and Leo were not that well informed in the world of medical science so they somehow managed to hook Don to a heart monitor just in case. To their relief, Don's heart beat was as normal as it could be.
Raph stayed in the lab with Donny to watch over him in case anything went wrong while Leo reluctantly trudged to the dojo to break the devastating news to his father. It was almost as if he was informing his father that Mikey had been killed. He might as well be dead now that he's in the hands of Agent Bishop. No! That's not true! Mikey is still alive! He's strong! He can survive whatever's being done to him!
Leo knocked on the dojo door and heard a soft "Come in." Leo entered the dojo to find his father deep in meditation.
"Kneel, my son." Leo did as he was told. Master Splinter finally opened his eyes. "Now, first I must ask. How is Donatello?"
This question was the easiest to answer, and Leo was glad for that. "Don had a few minor cuts and bruises so we disinfected and bandaged them up. We also placed an icepack over the bump on the back of Don's head where he was hit. We hooked Don up to a heart monitor, and his heartbeat is normal. He seems okay although he could have a concussion."
Master Splinter breathed a sigh of relief. "That is good to hear. Now, what do you wish to tell me, my son?"
Nervousness fluttered in Leo's stomach. He didn't want to break the news of Mikey's disappearance to his father, but it had to be done, and it was his responsibility. Leo bowed his head in sadness. "Master Splinter, we were ambushed by Agent Bishop's men, and they captured Mikey. I'm sorry."
Leo looked up to take a peek at his father's expression. In that calm and seemingly unfazed face, he saw shock and fear in his wide eyes. "Thank you, Leonardo," he said as calmly as possible, "for informing me of my youngest son's disappearance. I am sure you did your best to protect your brother."
"It sure doesn't feel like it. I felt like I failed him, Master, him and Don, too," Leo admitted.
"My son, I know you will not go down easily when it comes to fighting to protect the safety of your brothers. You have managed to bring Donatello home safely, and it seems like he will be alright. We will find Michelangelo," Master Splinter comforted.
"True, Master, but I can't help but feel failure, and Don might be alright. For all we know, he could have severe brain damage."
"My son, if you still feel as though you failed your youngest brothers than perhaps you can try and redeem yourself by doing all you can to find Michelangelo and nursing Donatello back to health."
Leo knew Master Splinter was right, and in that he felt slightly better. Leo bowed his head, but in this time out of respect. "Thank you, Master Splinter."
"Now, my son, please go and attend to Donatello. I must meditate in order to find Michelangelo on the astral plane."
"Yes, Master." Leo stood up and bowed again. He left Master Splinter in peace and returned to Donatello, to his relief, was awake. "Donny, you're alright! How are you feeling? Can you remember anything before you were knocked out cold?"
Raph cut Leo off from asking anymore questions. "Hold on, fearless, Donny-boy's just woke up. Give him a chance to talk."
"Sorry," Leo apologized.
"I'm alright, Leo, although, I must say that I'm impressed at both of your attempts at playing substitute doctors. You both did really well. I don't have a severe concussion although I might have a small one. And yeah, I remember everything that happened to me before that genetically enhanced soldier knocked me out which brings me to one question. Where's Mikey?" asked Don.
Leo and Raph looked at each other with grim looks. Raph decided to break the news of Mikey being captured this time. "Don, just when you were knocked out cold, one of Bishop's soldiers captured Mikey. They flew west with Mikey as Bishop's captive, or in Bishop's case, guinea pig."
Don looked at both of his older brothers with horror in his eyes. "No!" he shouted. "That can't be! If I…if I was more careful and didn't let that soldier hit me on the head, I could have saved Mikey." Don looked like he was about to cry.
Leo placed a comforting hand on Don's shoulder and remembering the words of his father, Leo reassured, "Don, it wasn't your fault. We know you would give it your all trying to defend Mikey. We all did. No one blames you. We're just glad you're okay."
Don nodded. "Okay. Thanks, Leo. Does Master Splinter know about Mikey?"
Raph looked at Leo. Leo nodded sadly. "Yeah, I told him. He's meditating right now looking for Mikey on the astral plane. Later, I'll tell him that you've woken up."
"Okay."
Five minutes of awkward silence passed until Raph spoke up. "So what's our first course of action?"
"Well, Master Splinter is mediating trying to find Mikey," Leo answered.
Then Don spoke up, "If Master Splinter can't find Mikey, I can use my laptop to track Mikey down using his Shell Cell. Hopefully Agent Bishop didn't destroy Mikey's Shell Cell, but even if he did, the signal will show me the last location of Mikey before it was destroyed. If that's the case, we can scout that area and look for clues or leads. We can also search in that underground laboratory near the river."
"That laboratory was east of where we were. The helicopter was going west," said Leo.
"And besides," said Raph, "we destroyed it, remember?"
"Oh yeah," Don said.
Then Master Splinter entered the laboratory. "Donatello, how are you, my son?"
"I'm fine, Master Splinter, although I might have a small concussion. Other than that, I'm okay."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"Master Splinter," Leo asked, "were you able to locate Mikey?"
Master Splinter shook his head sadly. "No, my son, but when I was trying to locate your brother, I felt some kind of force blocking me from entering Michelangelo's mind."
"Could it be Mikey's mind blocking your presence?" Leo asked.
"No, it felt strange and foreign."
"It could be an effect of a drug," said Don. "Agent Bishop could have drugged Mikey that might have prevented you from reaching Mikey."
"Perhaps that is so, Donatello."
"Hey, Leo," Don began to ask, "hand me my laptop, will yah?"
Leo unplugged Don's laptop and gave it to Don. Don turned it on and logged onto his GPS device connected to all four Turtles' Shell Cells. "No way! How's that possible?"
"What is it, Don?" Leo asked.
"Mikey's Shell Cell signal is not showing up."
"Whaddya mean it's not showing up? Raph nearly shouted.
"I mean what I say. It's gone. Even if Mikey's Shell Cell was destroyed, the signal will still show up at the location where the phone was destroyed, but it's gone."
"Couldn't Mikey's Shell Cell be turned off, or maybe they're in an area without satellite connection?" Leo asked.
Don shook his head no. "Even if Mikey's Shell Cell was turned off, a signal will appear showing Mikey's last location before his phone was turned off, and for the satellite thing, well, that's possible, but the Shell Cell's connection to a satellite is stronger than say a TV's connection to a satellite." Don closed his laptop. "Bishop must really want Mikey for whatever experiment he wants to perform."
Raph took out his sais and began twirling them around. "I say we track down Bishop's helicopter and use that to find Mikey.
"I can if you guys attached a tracking device on it. Did you?" Don asked.
Leo shook his head no. "No, we didn't. We didn't have one, and even if we did, we wouldn't have been able to get close enough to plant it onto the helicopter."
Don practically threw his upper body back down on the cot. "Then I have no way of tracking Mikey"
"You'll find a way, Donny. I know you will. Perhaps, you can find what was wrong with Mikey's Shell Cell tracking device and recover the signal," Leo reassured.
"I hope so," Don moaned.
"In the meantime, my sons, Donatello will need his rest. In the morning we will assume the search for Michelangelo."
Leo and Don agreed, but Raph protested. "I can't rest, Master, while Mikey is missing. You guys can rest. I'm going topside to find him now."
Master Splinter put a paw on Raph's shoulder as he was about to head out. "I understand your concern, Raphael, but you need your energy in order to find your brother."
Raph reluctantly grumbled out, "Fine."
"Well, I'm good to sleep in my own room," said Don as he unhooked himself from the heart monitor and jumped out of the cot. All three brothers and their father walked towards their respected rooms sick with worry and fear for Michelangelo.
