Chapter 7: Stockman's Downfall, Part 2

"Well, here we are. Stockman's secret facility." April said as she and the Turtles stepped into the massive gunmetal gray chamber littered with various pieces of machinery on the other side of the maglocked door.

"Where's the man himself? I'm hankerin' to go medieval on his ass for what he did to the old pl-" Raphael asked.

"With any luck, he's being distracted by our inside man." came the reply.


" Langen, what're you going on about?" Stockman asked.

"I've got reason to suspect someone's using the Mousers for illegal activity, and as one of the project heads-"

Stockman clucked his tongue.

"Elias, you want to know what I think of your accusations? Four words: this is bad comedy. The gall to suggest that the Mousers have been-"

Just then, Stockman's pager went off.

"Yes?"

"Doc, we've got a glitch in the security system. The setup on the lower levels isn't responding-"

"I'll check it out myself."

He then turned to face Langen.

"We'll continue this discussion later."

Hope I bought you enough time, April. Langen thought as his boss walked away.


"So, where are all those stinkin' robots?"

"Probably out in the field, Raphael."

"April, Raph- we're on a schedule here, so I'd advise you two stop chatting and get to work." Leonardo piped up.

Just then, the doors of the control room overlooking the chamber opened, and Stockman entered.

"Just what is- April? What…how—the Mousers—" he said over the intercom

"Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated, boss."

Stockman's gaze then focused on the Turtles.

"Who're your friends, Miss O'Neil? Freaks in rubber suits? Guess I'll find out when I do an autopsy on them."

Raphael drew his sais from his belt.

"Show's over, Stockman. We're coming in there, and we're—"

"Wrong. I've just recalled all the Mousers. They'll be here very shortly, so enjoy your last moments of existence."

Leonardo unsheathed his twin katanas.

"April, we'll hold them off. You go and get the dirt on Stockman."

"But—"

"No 'buts', lady! We can handle ourselves against these turkey-sized Terminator ripoffs, you can't, so we'll cover you, end of story!" Raphael snapped.

April reluctantly nodded as she climbed the ladder to the catwalk where the control room was located. And it was at that moment that the Mousers came barreling in.

"You wanna dance? Then let's dance!" Raphael exclaimed, brandishing his sais before lunging at the nearest Mouser.


Can't just let them go out like that need to stop the Mousers need to stop the Mousers April thought as her fingers flew across the terminal's keyboard like an organist at their own keyboard, the staccato clicks of the keys conjuring up readouts and command prompts.

One of these has got to be the shutdown command. C'mon c'mon-

Out of the corner of her eye, April noticed Stockman making a run for it.

You son of a-

"APRIL, WE'RE GETTING OVERRUN HERE!" Leonardo shouted, his voice barely audible over the din of the Mousers.

In a pique of frustration, April entered the first command line she could think of and hit 'enter'. Almost as soon as she did so, the Mousers stopped, and the Turtles rushed up to their savior.

"Whoo hoo! In your face, robo-turkey! In your face!" Michelangelo whooped, kicking a Mouser over in celebration.

"Guys, I didn't shut them down." April said.

"They look pretty shut down to me." Michelangelo replied.

"I stopped them by giving them an overload command. While there should be emergency countermeasures to prevent them from exploding-"

"How big a boom we talking here?" Raphael asked.

"At least the equivalent of a frag grenade. Those things run on lithium-ion batteries-"

"Then let's book it!" Michelangelo exclaimed.


As he walked down the corridor to the elevator, Stockman heard a handful of muffled explosions from the Mouser facility.

Well, that could have gone better. What were those t-

Just then, he bumped into a towering mass of muscle.

"Doctor Stockman, I presume?"

Stockman looked up and saw Hun.

"What brings you-"

"Saki sent me here. Says he wants to talk with you."

There was another explosion.

"Judging by the sounds from your little factory floor, I'd recommend you find a small clean cloth and a really sharp knife. If you can't…well, Mister Saki'll be more than happy to provide them."