Hi there. Okay I have to say muchas gracias to all my readers & supporters! Or in other words ;Thank you so much! (^_^)

Thanks to those who helped me out on this brain busting Chapter that gave me a headache and writer's block. I blame Shredder!

I do not own TMNT but I do own the Takahashi's since I made them up.

(OROKU SAKI)

I remember the first time I heard the name Shredder. It was said in a different tongue at that time. That was when I was stranded on this pitiful planet by my own kind, who thought they could get rid of me. Them and their weak ways; they should have killed me when they had the chance. We were in Feudal Japan; a place that had almost seven hundred years of senseless killing and fighting between the classes. All for one thing; a ruler.

I wanted to give them that, but I had bigger things in mind. I wanted revenge against all those who dared call themselves 'Utrom'. Weaklings. We could have ruled the galaxies. We could have been the most powerful race in existence, but no. They had to be poisoned by peace, remorse and morality. Nothing could have been more repulsing.

During my early years on this planet, opportunity sprung its head when something supernatural happened. A demon was born out of the turmoil and destruction occurring on that island. Something only a few witnessed. A small group, comprising of five humans, was selected to defeat the monster. It seemed like a futile task to me, but in the end they won; only to lose one of their members to the demon. The two were reborn as one and were called the Tengu Sherudda .

I saw how the people groveled in fear of the demon. They were too terrified to speak its name, even after several years of him being defeated. I wanted that kind of power for myself. The power to strike fear into souls by just the mention of my name, the power to pierce one's heart with terror, and take away their will to fight back. That is why I became what I am today.

I smiled as my four prisoners watched the video feed of their friends and family being handled by my soldiers, and waited for their responses. I had my team provide them with the laptop equipment they needed for their task at hand. The laptops were on a wireless server, so it was simple to have them view the video feed as they worked.

Donatello was the first to tear his eyes away from the screen. "My brothers will fight back and win. You know this, why bother to have them fight at all?"

"Because my men at least deserve their revenge for the insurmountable amount humiliation you four have served them over the years. Do not worry cretin. Your turn will be next. Besides, by the time I'm ready for you four, you would be too exhausted to fight."

His green hairless eyebrow rose upwards. "-And the girls. They're innocent in this. Why threaten their lives at all? You already have us."

The turtle was a bit calmer than I had expected. A bit too calm for my taste and it made me wonder what had changed.

"They are to serve as motivation. You should know that." I said coldly, and then I looked at Nicole, "Now you have fifteen minutes to break your father's code, or else your sister and cousin falls. You did it before. Do it again."

The four of them stiffened.

"Fifteen minutes! Are you mad?" April glared at me with her ever so green eyes. They burned with courage; strength and rage that made me want to smile.

"We can't do that?" Nicole protested.

"It could take hours." Keiko added for emphasis. The three humans were still staring at me, while Donatello's eyes flickered with interest over the screen. Frowning at his actions, I turned to my own video feed. To my displeasure, those cursed turtles and their human friend were faring well against my ninja.

I simply stared at the events unfolding before my eyes on the screen; to the point where the one of my men accidentally disabled the security walls, when he tried to behead Michelangelo. From then on things took a turn for the worse.

"Master, we are awaiting your orders -" The ninja beside me began, but I silenced him with a closed fist.

"No, wait. They won't try to leave, not without these four anyway."

I approached the glass that stood between me and the prisoners, "You and your brothers will die at my hands on this day. However, in the meantime, you've got ten minutes to give me what I want. The clock is ticking."

The purple masked turtle gritted his teeth, "Let the girls go Shredder. I will crack the code, but only if you set them free. There's no need to keep all of us here. We both know that I am capable of doing what they can do and more."

His green skin glistened from the water he was doused with, and it enhanced the physical features that marked long years of training and fighting. To me it was just a waste of power. They could have been in my liege, bringing down my enemies and training my men, but no. They had to be the impudent pestilence that plagued my entire work.

Though this creature had an aptitude for negotiating, I did not need this inferior creature telling me what I should do. How dare he?

I pressed the remote and the purple-masked turtle and the humans dropped to their knees in pain as the raw energy surged through their bodies. The jolt was short lived; only enough to summon stifled agonizing cries from my captives.

"Do as you are told turtle, or everything you know and love will be destroyed before your eyes."

"Your threats mean nothing to me. You cannot break me." The terrapin glared at me. His general air was irrepressible, and I gave him credit for that, but it won't last for long. Not while I am alive.

I snorted at him. "I will break you; I will crush every single one of you." I knew what he was trying to do, but it wasn't going to work. The women in the cell weren't as resilient as the ninja and I knew that he wouldn't risk their lives just to antagonize me.

"Why do you want this code deciphered so much? What is in it for you? What does it lead to Shredder?"

"You will ask no more questions!" I was tired of his persistence, as well as his presence. "Crack the code and I may let you live."

"You can't win this Shredder. I won't allow it." The turtle asserted, and I scoffed at his remark, and turned my back on him. On the monitor, Leonardo and his companions had already over powered my men, and were about to rescue the two women hanging from the crane.

"Go." I motioned to the masked man next to me.

The ninja bowed and left my side promptly.

I knew that Leonardo and the others couldn't get far, and I also knew that they wouldn't leave without their brother. I glanced back at the prisoners, "Seems like your family's lives will come to an end much sooner than we expected."

My words reached their ears and I saw the small tentative flinches in each one of my captives. Their wary eyes were trained on the live video links, watching the others carry out their valiant yet futile efforts.

The scene changed when the Foot soldiers entered the area and began firing at the group of escapees. It would be a shame if they died that way rather than by my blade, but thus is war. I began walking out of the room, when the obstinate turtle's voice came again.

"If you kill them now, then what's the point in us doing this then?" He asked staunchly.

"To save yourselves," I stated bluntly.

"I would rather die than grant the request of the man who is responsible for killing my relatives." The purely Japanese girl spat indignantly. I tilted my head in shock at the sound of her voice. Her words were infused with aristocracy and her posture screeched dignitary.

Ah. I see the young woman's true nature have emerged. I smiled at her, although she couldn't see me.

"So would I." Her cousin added in her American intonation.

"Well, you already know me." The red-headed female folded her arms across her chest, and stood defiantly.

The turtle smirked, and his eyes told a tale of success.

"As you wish," I bowed at them and pressed the remote which allowed me to hear their voices scream. It filled the room, vibrating across the glass and steel floor. Nothing sounded as authentic as this; not even those artificial noises made by actors in those horror films. This was the real thing, and not someone forcing a blast of air through their tightened vocal cords.

Suddenly one mouth formed actual words. "Stop, you're killing them." Donatello clenched his jaw and breathed heavily while he tried to ignore his discomfort.

The women fell to the floor twitching, as their muscles reacted involuntarily to the stimuli.

"They said that they would rather die Donatello. I am granting their wishes."

His stare turned dark and his eyes narrowed with vehemence. "No. I can do it. I will crack the code, just let the others go free."

"Donny." Looking over the turtle with imploring eyes, the female with the fiery hair decided to contend his decision. "Don't do this."

She rose slowly off the floor, shaking like a newborn foal that stood up on its legs to take its first steps. The anthropomorphic reptile ignored her, and kept his eyes locked on me.

"Well?" He challenged me.

Before I could answer him, a voice came over the intercom steeped with urgency. "Master, the crane, it crashed with two of the turtles and the women on it. They fell into vat number four, and the system flushed itself. I'm not sure if they survived, but I sent a team down there to confirm."

My jaw tightened as a mixture of rage and disappointment rolled over inside of me. They better not be alive, for if they are, Leonardo and his brothers will find themselves coming to something far worse than death itself.

"What about the other turtle and their friend?"

"We've recaptured them. What do you want us to do with them?"

"Hold them. I will be there to deal with them personally." I told the ninja and turned to Donatello. "I am not setting anyone free. You will do as I say or else I will make you watch your brother and friend die."

The turtle's eyes betrayed no fear and he spoke no words, but his stature displayed his strong will. He was trying to show me that I could not break him.

The women however, were trying to keep their composure. Their loved ones' lives were either threatened or they were feared dead. Whichever the case, it was a good reason for them to be deeply troubled.

"I expect to see results when I return." I stated, walking out of the cell area.

(NICOLE)

The pain blinded me as every nerve in my body was assaulted by this mad man's prison, and I prayed for this day to end. I wished for either this nightmare to end or my life itself. I have never wished such a thing in my life, but it suddenly became more appealing when I recovered from the last electrical shock, and saw the crane on the screen hanging off the side of the platform; all mangled and destroyed, without my sister and cousin on it. They had fallen off along with the turtles that were trying to get them to safety.

The man in the metal armored suit simply reinforced his demands and walked away, leaving us to our own inner battles. Keiko's brows furrowed deeply, as her eyes searched the screen feverishly for any sign of our siblings, but the camera's range was limited to just that level. Nothing beyond the platform could be seen, which allowed worried minds to imagine the worst.

April's facial expression looked somewhat distraught, but she seemed to distract herself by focusing on the strong minded turtle that was trapped here with us. Somehow having him around her; seemed to give her some sense of hope. False hope if I had anything to say about it. I was sure that Donatello was distressed about his brothers as we were, but he never showed it. His frame never faltered, except for the tiny creases formed between where his eye brows were supposed to be.

"What do we do now?" Keiko asked, giving up her search for our family members on the cursed screen.

The purple masked turtle moved to one end of the room and knelt down near the wall. "We get out of here; then we find the others. It's time for this to end," he stated as a matter of fact. His eyes scanned the ceiling for a few seconds before he jumped up and broke something off from it. When he landed he beckoned to April, "You wouldn't happen to have a wire on you, do you?"

Her eyebrows shot upwards. "Excuse me?"

Sighing regrettably, he waved his hand dismissively. "You know a wire…"

"A wire - why would she have a wire on her?" I asked out of curiosity.

"I need a wire and the rubber lining of a shoe. I want to go out on a limb and assume that you have a wire in your bra April." Donatello's face was solemn as he watched the woman's face scrunch up in disapproval.

Ah yes. Why didn't I think of that? I wanted to laugh but couldn't bring myself to do it. Keiko looked at the two of them strangely, confused by his strange request.

"There are two other women in here with us Don, in case you haven't noticed. Why'd you ask just me?" She placed her hands on her hips and stood with feet apart to look more demanding. Judging from the intensity of her stare, she wasn't going to let the turtle off without his justification.

He scoffed at her behavior and a roguish look registered in his eyes before he stretched his hand out for the wire. "…Because I know you longer April, was that the answer you were looking for?"

"Yes Donny," she replied, rolling her eyes and turned away to rip the piece of metal from her bra. "Just give me a second to remove the wire and destroy my very best and most comfortable bra; not to mention, most expensive bra," she muttered distastefully.

"Hey I'll pay you back for it okay," the turtle smirked.

April huffed, and handed the wire over. "No, no. You don't need to."

"Thanks," Don offered an apologetic smile as he took the item from her. "Now, let's see if we could turn Shredder's cage against him," he said, slipping a two-toned stick of gum out from underneath his belt.

Puzzled by the odd assortment of items, Keiko frowned. "What are you going to do with chewing gum?"

"This, my dear, is not gum," he explained, once again kneeling down at the glass wall of the room. "It's an explosive I created and disguised as a stick of gum. When I mix the two compounds together," he pointed at the two contrasting colors of the strip, and started squishing them into one paste, "...it forms something that is quite similar to C4."

"C4?" Now I was scared for my life. "You're gonna blow us up?"

He chuckled and continued wrapping the paste around the wire, giving it his undivided attention. "No. With a little bit of luck, I should be able to short out the wiring in the floors and shatter this glass."

I glanced at April, who wasn't the slightest bit bothered by the turtle's confession or current activity, and then at my cousin. She looked just as horrified as I felt and shrugged helplessly.

"What about the code?" I asked looking back at the computers they had brought for us. "What if he returns and we're not done?"

"Huh," he sounded a bit annoyed by the question. "I don't want Shredder to get his hands on it, whatever it is. You think what he's doing now is bad, but trust me when I say that whatever it is he's looking for, would mean far more trouble for us than this."

His statement was final and I didn't bother to press it any further.

"But, I've got an idea," I said moving towards one of the computers.

"Which would be?" The turtle was still concentrating on his bomb.

"Trust me okay," I opened up the files on the laptop and began searching for decoding programs that Saki's scientists might have used. There were several, and all of them were quite advanced in their designs. However, none of them possessed the ability to translate my father's symbols.

After working for forty-something hours with Donatello, April and Keiko on beating the code, I began remembering the symbols that my father had taught me. He had this strange tendency to present me with these odd little puzzles throughout my childhood, and ask me to solve them. This began when I was twelve, and continued until I was sixteen, when he felt that the new ones no longer proved to be much of a challenge for me.

He even tried them on Mya, but my sister never bothered with them. She would pass them on to me after five minutes of staring at it. They came in different forms, and progressed with the advance of technology. The earliest sets were just simple grids drawn on a piece of paper, and eventually evolved into complicated computer games. Mastering them and learning all the symbols took time, but by then my father had perfected his 'alphabet'.

With this knowledge in mind, I began modifying the source code on one of the programs.

"Nicole," my cousin's voice caught hold of my attention. She was standing next to me looking down at the computer screen with concern etched into her face. I didn't respond to her and continued with what I was doing.

"You are going to enable that program with those modifications, you know that don't you?"

"Uhm – yes, but I have to do this first before I start making the source code unreadable," I explained to her.

"What are you doing?" Donatello asked from his corner where he was working on breaking us out of prison.

Keiko's brow arched as though a light bulb lit up in her head. "I get it now," she smiled at me, knowingly.

"You're creating a virus aren't you?" April leaned in closer to get a better look.

"Yeah, and now," I paused to test the program out on the code. Unlike before, this new and improved program went into action immediately and began deciphering the digitized code. "I need Donatello to work his magic, if he could tear himself away from his bomb," I looked over my shoulder at the turtle.

He pushed some wires down into a crease, and stood up turning his masked face towards me. "I'm done. All we I have to do now, is trigger it," he stated, approaching us with a worried look on his face. "What do you want me to do?"

His brown eyes roamed over the small window in which the code was broken down to reveal commands that generated the other program with the Battle Nexus characters. When it was completed, I moved to allow the genius terrapin to do his work.

"Just do what you did before to get that embedded file; the one with the map." I delegated.

Without a beat, his thick fingers moved over the keyboard, and his hairless brows furrowed as he concentrated. "You messed with the source code…it's a bit discontinuous in structure, so I have to be a bit more careful with this. Nice job by the way," he approved my work, and went into a silent mode; biting on his tongue.

In that brief moment, we were on edge, anticipating the return of the Shredder in his gleaming metal suit. The computer beeped when the file came up, and Donatello stopped to observe his handiwork.

"Right, so what do you have in mind for this thing now?"

"Send it to this computer Donatello-san," Keiko moved to the next laptop. "I will hack into their system from here and open it. That bug should crash all their systems."

"But before she opens it, we'll disconnect this one from the server," I stated, explaining my plan for the program.

The turtle smiled and sent the corrupted file for Keiko. "Alright, file sent, but I want you to hold on that thought okay. I've got something else in mind as well," then he disconnected the computer from the network, and shut it down. "If I'm thinking what you're thinking, then we're keeping this one, right?"

"Right," I replied, as the purple-masked flipped the machine over into April's hands.

Suddenly, all the equipment crashed to the floor when Don pushed everything off the mobile station. "You two, climb up here," he instructed, pushing the thing to the far eastern corner of the bleached cell.

We didn't bother to question him, and climbed on top of the table, turning around to watch him move back to the other station.

"What's he doing?" I asked the woman beside me. She had the laptop pressed against her as if it were a child in her arms.

"Just watch," she said with resignation.

"Just how many adventures have you been on with these guys? You look like you've seen it all." I told her.

She smirked and adjusted the laptop in her arms. "Not all, just enough to last a lifetime."

I had no response to that, and glanced at my cousin and the turtle.

He guided her as she hacked into the system, and took control over the mouse a couple of times before feeling satisfied that they had accomplished their mission.

Then he gently tugged on her arm to pull her away from the machines, and they climbed on top of the station with us.

"I gained control over the electrical wiring in the floor and made it into my own detonation device. I set it to activate in fifteen seconds, so everybody cover your heads, and-"

His words were instantly cut off by a loud blast, along with a blinding white flash. Heat and debris hurled at us violently, forcing us to fall down as the force jolted the station over. We were jammed against the wall, with the table overturned, leaning over us. April was huddled over the laptop and kicked at the pieces of wood that were lying across her feet.

Keiko and I began pushing bits and pieces of rubble away from us, but we were still 'sheltered' by the table.

Donatello pushed himself back, using his shell to dislodge the work station, and capsize it. Falling back; it groaned, and crashed on the floor, breaking off chunks of its legs in the process.

He stood up and lent a hand to April, who had already begun scolding the ninja.

"I thought you set it to fifteen seconds. That wasn't even five seconds!" She stumbled over the broken bits and pieces, and stared at the turtle ghastly. "…And look at this. Were you trying to kill us?"

He grinned impishly and shrugged, "I'm sorry. The explosion was supposed to be smaller. Much-much smaller."

Fumbling to climb over the stuff, I followed Don and April to the new opening, where the glass once stood. It was completely shattered by the blast. The door near it was also partially damaged. "Why did you have us stand on the table instead of using it as a cover?"

"I used the controls for the floor, remember. If I had made a mistake, then we would have been fried instead. That's why I had to take that precaution. I didn't plan on the blast being this dangerous."

"Do you have any more of that exploding chewing gum on you?" Keiko hopped over part of the other work-station and ambled up to my side.

April and the turtle turned and raised their brows at her.

She dusted her clothes off absentmindedly, and shrugged. "I just think that it would come in handy, that is all," she flipped her hair out of her face and stepped ahead of them. Stopping short, she turned around and gestured at the exit with her hand. "We are going to find the others, are we not?"

The others were confused by her mannerism; unaware that she was just putting on a face to hide her anxiety to find our sisters. Keiko may be a tad bit enthusiastic at times, but she was not one to stall or go around in circles. She liked to get to the point and get working on whatever is at hand. With an unsmiling face, she stood there, waiting for us to get on our way.

"Yes," Don tilted his head slightly, and took the lead. "Follow me, and stay close."

April passed the laptop to me and gave me a thoughtful look, "With the Foot's systems down, they'll be on a blood hunt for that. So I suggest you keep it hidden as best you can." She pulled off my jacket and covered the laptop with it, pressing it into my arms while we were trying to keep up with the turtle's pace.

I wrapped it up, and clung to it as my life depended on it. Which may be true, at this point in time, since the information stored on it could very well guaranteed our freedom. "I got it, I got it." I shrugged April's fussing off, and hopped ahead of her to get away.

Suddenly the alarms sounded, and I froze as fear locked its jaws onto me. We were in some kind of passage way that led away from our holding cell, and it was blocked off by a double steel door with a pin code lock. Leaning closer to the device, Donatello rubbed the back of his neck and flicked the panel.

"There aren't any impressions on the over used numbers, so that means that this was recently installed. It'd take me forever to guess the correct pin," he looked disappointed over the small issue, but quickly recovered and ripped the top off. "Where there're wires, there's a way," he smirked.

"That's a new one," April observed.

The turtle unsnapped some wires, and rearranged them causing the light to turn green with a shrill beep. The doors instantly slid open, and my stomach flipped at the horror scene before us.

Don growled softly, "Crap. No, no, no." His fingers quickly worked at the wiring, as a group of Foot ninja stood there facing us. Seeing them was not at all what we expected, but they were not the focus of my attention at the moment. In the corner of my eyes Keiko doubled over and retched, while April turned and looked back at me with a deep unsettling look in her eyes.

No! Screaming in my mind, I lunged forward into the room, without regard for whoever was there. I felt a hand trying to pull me back by my shirt, but they lost their grip as I scrambled to reach my father's naked body. His chest and stomach were pulled open, and the red flesh fell back on the sides, exposing his insides to the world. He looked so pale and dead. He was dead.

The crushing weight of that realization snapped me back to reality and I found myself in the path of a masked man, whose fist was traveling to my face. There was a blur of green, as the man's arm was caught mid-flight, and he collected a blow to the jaw.

He fell flat, only to be replaced by others that rushed in. I had to duck as Donatello stopped the men, and blocked their attacks.

The turtle sent one assailant down with a kick, and drove an elbow into another's chest. "Nicole. The exit; run!" he shouted, defending himself against the ninjas. I spun and stumbled out of the way, almost crashing into Keiko. She snatched my arm and pulled me towards the exit, as April jumped between us to block the attack of a masked man.

She dodged and ducked his jabs and kicks; and delivered a couple of her own with speeds that equally matched his. He caught a roundhouse kick in his stomach, and fell back on the floor. Then jumping to his feet, he reached for his tonfa; however was too slow on the draw. April ran up and kicked him again, knocking him out cold.

Brushing her hair out of her face, she scoffed, "Ugh. If you only know how much I hate you guys." Turning around, she signaled us to keep moving, and was interrupted by another fighter. They engaged in hand to hand combat, while Donatello claimed a Bo staff for himself and swept the feet of April's opponent out from under him. He fell with a thud, and the pair turned to face the remaining few.

I hurried behind my cousin as we headed for the exit, and glanced back at my father's body. "Keiko," I started, half wanting to beg her stay or at least let me drag my father's body out of here, but I decided against it. "Do you know where you're going?"

She shot me a puzzled look just as we burst through the doors and found ourselves in a lonely corridor. It was sealed off, and a red light flashed rhythmically with the alarms.

"That was a dumb question," I stated breathlessly, still clinging to the laptop in my arms.

"I agree with you," Keiko smiled at me.

A loud bang made us spin around to see Don and April closing the door behind them. They sighed with relief; apparently victorious in their fight, and moved urgently to the next door.

"Think you can get it open Donny?" April asked.

Donatello placed his left palm on the door and stared at the lock. "Yeah, but I'm afraid we'll just meet more Foot on the other side…" His voice trailed off as his eyes scanned the length of the hallway. Then he moved back twelve paces and stopped.

We followed the turtle and stood near him, trying to see what he was looking at.

Seeing nothing significant, Keiko spoke up. "What is it Donatello-san?"

"It – It's a different color," he placed both his hands on the wall, and began feeling it.

Confused by his actions, the three of us stared at the wall blankly for a few moments before seeing the tiniest color difference between this part of the wall and the other.

"Do you think it's some kind of hidden passage way?" April queried, stretching her hand to feel the wall as well.

He didn't respond; and without warning the turtle stepped back and kicked the wall in. A large rectangular section crashed in and plunged down into a dark shaft. After a few seconds we heard the distinct sound of the material crashing into a thousand pieces.

"It's an abandoned elevator shaft," Don noted, sticking his head in to look up and down.

"Yes, and it's a long way down." April held a skeptical gaze and shifted on her feet.

"There should be numbers painted for each story, so we'll need to keep track of them as we go down. When Keiko and I were hacking into their system, we discovered that we were on the twelfth floor, and the only place that the crane and platform could be installed, was on this mega-story that was comprised of the floors between the sixth and second floor."

Climb down that he says. I swallowed involuntarily and stepped back from the dark opening. Don noticed and arched one eye ridge. "You're not afraid of heights are you? He directed the question at both of us.

"Me, no," I replied honestly. "It's just dark. That's all."

He looked a bit worried at my answer and turned to my cousin for hers.

"I am a competitive diver, Donatello-san. If I ever had a fear of heights, it is long gone now," Keiko shrugged.

"Good. 'Cause this may also serve as a way out," he said offering his arm to help April climb down on the inside. I made a pouch out of my jacket for the laptop, and strapped it to my body by tying the sleeves around my waist.

Then we carefully lowered ourselves into the shaft with his help, and began climbing down. Inside was dark and musty, and I had to stop my breathing several times to prevent myself from sneezing.

Finally April came upon the door that led to the second floor, and like before, it was sealed off. "Don," she turned to the turtle for his input.

The turtle simply nodded, and pointed at a large air vent was located. "We go through there," he stated.

"Oh," she climbed back up, and both she and Don pried off the covering of the vent.

"Ladies first," he said, extending his hand for either one of us to take.

"You're such a gentleman," April teased the turtle.

Keiko went in first, then April, and then me. By the time my feet crossed the edge of the opening, I sneezed and the place shook. In fear, I flattened my body against the floor of the vent, and loud snap was heard.

I spun around wildly when I heard Donatello's yell. One of the cables snapped and whipped him across the arm. He slipped with the blow and fell, catching himself by one arm.

"Donny!" April cried, trying to climb back out for the terrapin.

Being the closest to the edge, I held my hand out for him, "Take my hand."

He stretched his arm out to reach mine, when another snap was heard, and the cable hit both of us. It caused him to lose his grip, and he fell down into the darkness.

"No!" I screamed into the shaft, stretching my bleeding arm out for the already lost turtle.

Muhahahaha! :-) Up next: What's going on with Mikey & Casey, and will Donatello survive the fall? *gasps* O_O