Splinter had been training them all, and his "sixth sense" was one of his most valued possesions.

With a shout he spun around, swinging his hockey stick, only to stop it inches from the person's face.

"Dad," he breathed, a sigh escaping his lips.

His dad a tall raven haired man with

Stubble, was a repairman working in the building

For the most part, he looked frazzled, quickly glancing at the stick and batting it away with his hand, before wrapping Casey in a hug.

"Casey Arnold Jones, where have you been? Wait. Not here. Tell me inside."

His dad gripped his arm and all but dragged him inside the apartment, closing and latching the door behind him.

He threw his back against the door and slid down.

"Casey!" A small shout echoed from behind as his small sister charged into the room.

"Hey, kiddo. Howya doing?" Casey chuckled kneeling down and wrapping her in a hug before pushing his mask so it was resting on top of his head.

"I thought maybe they got you." She whispered worriedly.

"Nah, it takes more than a little alien invasion to stop Casey Jones!"

"Casey, did they hurt you?"

"No, dad I'm fine. Get anything you need, we're leaving."

"Casey! We have enough food to last till' the conflict dies down. We can bar the windows and doors and hunker down."

"No. We have to leave." There was a possible fight looming, and Casey could sense it.

"Aren't you listening Casey? We're safe here!"

"For how long, Dad? You don't know the kraang. They won't stop until every human's been kraangatized." His bellow was accidental, but it got the point across.

His dad critically eyes him. "What do you mean, 'like I do'? "

Deflating, Casey shoved his hockey stick back into the holster, and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ah. About that."

Plopping down on a couch, Casey mulled over what he should tell his father. He had been entirely focused on just getting to his family, much less telling them about his involvement with the kraang, the turtles, and the Shredder.

"I uh... Start packing, and I'll give you the fast version."

His dad stared at him for a long moment, eyes narrow. He knew his son was involved in something shady, but what involvement could he possibly have with these creatures?

"No. Casey. Explanation now, packing later."

His blood was boiling, rage taking over. A growl left his lips as he lunged up.

"No! You listen here. You don't know what's going on out there. I do. Those Kraang will not stop until every last human has been mutated; most the city's already gone! Please." He lowered his voice. "I'll explain everything. Just pack your bags."

There was steely resolve in his son's eyes, a fierce determination that was a sure indication that the teen wasn't lying. At least not about what these aliens would do.

"Emily-"

"I can pack my own bags, Daddy."

Her dad nodded, before walking to the closets and wrangling four suitcases out. He took one, passed one to Emily, and another to Casey. The fourth would be for valuables.

The house carried sound well, so Casey could be in his room, and talk to his father in the other with minimal difficulties.

"Start talking. These kraang, why do you have any connection to them?"

"Well. I can't start there. Not really. It really started... Maybe a year ago? You know... Back when mutants started popping out of the woodwork."

"Yeah. The 'problem' authorities chose to ignore."

"Right. I was fed up with it, so... I took it I to my own hands."

Casey laid his stick on the wooden floor next to his bed, and removed the holster from his back.

He half crawled under his bed and yanked on a few loose boards, grunting as they came free and he smacked his head.

"What do you mean? L-like a vigilante?" His dad asked.

"Yup. Argh." Casey tugged a small metal chest from the hole.

He began replenishing his hockey pucks.

"Exactly that. I'm actually in gear right now."

"I noticed you we're dressed strangely, but you did mention going to a costume party yesterday. I thought maybe you we're some weird Jason rip off."

"Ah. Right. Nope, this is my vigilante outfit. Anyway continuing on. It was after I started seeing April. We were attacked, and I knew I had to do something. So I made this gear and set out. The first night, I took on purple dragons, and... I went overboard. Nearly killed one."

His dad stayed silent, probably disappointment.

"Then what? " His little sister asked.

"And then I met this guy, but he wasn't a guy; he was a mutant. He told me to stop, that they'd had enough, and I thought he was with them."

"Let me guess." His dad grunted from the other room, trying to squash another shirt into the over filled suitcase.

"I attacked him. Well he was a ninja, and we we're pretty evenly matched. Long story short, I beat him, and followed him home. He lived in the sewer with his three brothers and adopted father, master splinter, a former ninja and human now a mutant rat. Anyway, low and behold, April comes outta the dojo."

"April!" Something flattered to the floor, and cursing followed.

"Yup. I knew she had some pretty wacky friends, but apparently they saved her and her dad from the kraang when they first came out of the sewers. They're teenage vigilantes just like me."

"But they defended the bad guys. " Emily called.

"Nope. They just didn't want me to kill 'em. We've dealt with them on many occasions since. Back to the story. Apparently I wasn't stealthy enough, because the Shredder's ninja followed me."

"The shredder? What does he do? Kill paper?"

"Master Splinter, the turtles's Father was once a man named Hamato Yoshi, and he and Oroku Saki, now the Shredder, were once close as brothers. They fought over a girl though, named Tang Shen. She chose Yoshi, so Shredder attacked them and with a blow that was ment for Splinter, killed her on accident. Shredder stole their only daughter, Miwa Hamato and Yoshi came to New York.

He bought four pet turtles and stumbled across a kraang meeting. They dropped some ooze called mutagen, and both Yoshi and the turtles were mutated. A rat had crawled across yoshi's boot, and thus that's what he became. And the last thing those turtles touched was a human... You get the idea."

"I think so." Casey had been speed talking and was now working on packing his bag. He stood, letting a few articles of clothing fall to the floor, and rushed into the living room in panic. He pulled the curtains back and let out a breath. The Kraang mutants were leaving the party wagon alone.

He checked the clock, and sighed. It had been five minutes since he had arrived.

"Anyway. April calmed me down, and I saw these mutants in a new light. We teamed up, stopped the footbots, and now... We're good friends. They're basically my family, my brothers."

There was silence. Casey's dad suspected there was a lot more, but in this case it would have to wait. Except for one thing.

"The kraang?"

"We've been fighting them for a while. They've been living on earth for centuries, planning a takeover."

"Why didn't they take over sooner? "

"You'd have to ask Don, third oldest of the turtles and the brainiest, about the specifics; but they've been experimenting on humans until... Agh. It's a DNA thing. They needed April's DNA to perfect the mutagen. The guys have been keeping her safe, but... "

A crash downstairs drew him out of his thoughts. Slamming his trunk shut, he reholstered his weapons and called oit to his dad.

"Leave the rest, we've gotta go!"