Hey guys! I really struggled through this chapter, so I'm sorry if anything seems weird or messed up. It was difficult x3 but hey! Master Splinter POV huh? Give some of his fans out there some smiles. Maybe. Thank you again for all your reviews, I appreciate them so much. :D

The night was silent in the lair while Master Splinter meditated. Slightly cold, and eerily quiet. Before the boys had turned fifteen, he was only able to meditate during their sleep or times when they were exploring the various sewer tunnels. Attempting to keep a silent vigil while the boys were awake and rambunctious wasn't always the best idea.

His meditation kept him calm. The past day and a half had been troublesome without his purple-masked son. He knew his boys were looking, and had to put his trust in their searches.

The moment something was wrong, he could feel it. Years training for such an ability paid off many times, and tonight could be one of those times. Something was stirring in the lair. And something was wrong. With a readily focused mind, he got to his feet as silently as a ninja could possibly do so and stepped across his room. He put one hand against the door, sliding it open slowly and peering out into the dojo.

His highly sensitive ears picked up a small beeping noise coming from across the lair. Actually, there were multiple beepings, each echoing each other in the lair. He slid out, baring against the wall and angling his ears towards the sound. The bleepings grew louder, quickening their paces. And then he looked out, catching the faces of six distinct human figures making a run for it across the lair.

He remembered tensing his muscles to run after them, until he was no longer on his feet. A loud explosion met his ears, and fire filled his vision. Thrown through the air and carried across the dojo, he didn't have enough time to react as his back hit the wall. At first, he wasn't really sure what had just happened. He remembered opening his eyes to the dojo, tables and small items thrown on the ground and flaming. Smoke filled the air, but the fire didn't last long. It had already begun to fade away.

Burned and hurt, Master Splinter put a hand over his side and shut his eyes as he struggled to his feet. The men from before had turned the corner, spotting the rat. "There he is!" One said. "He's… a giant rat?"

A few seconds of silence followed. "I'm not that surprised. Not after we learned our targets were giant turtles." One smacked the other's shoulder playfully.

Another chuckled, scanning him over. "Look at him."

"Maybe we won't need the knock-out gas after all." A taller one added.

"Does Shredder know he's a mutant rat?" The one from before piped up.

Two came to his sides, taking hold of his arms. And that was when he lashed out.

Ignoring the burning sensation with each movement, he managed to throw both the men across the dojo and into a weapons table. Both crumpled to the ground, having been cut in various places from the sharp items.

"Get the knock-out gas-!" The taller one was interrupted by a kick against his stomach. He was sent flying backwards, into another man and throwing them both into the pit. Master Splinter attacked the remaining two with all the strength he could muster, flipping one into the air and sending him to the roof. He hit the ceiling and then fell to the floor, unconscious by impact. The other attempted to make a run for it after getting tripped by the rodent's tail. He let out a small yelp, his arms churning in attempt to get his feet under his weight.

But the mutant rat wasn't finished yet. He took hold of the man, getting him in a headlock and holding him upright. His feet dangled over the floor. "Who are you?" Master Splinter demanded. "And where did Shredder hear Hamato Yoshi lived here?"

The man feebly attempted to free himself to no avail. Of course, Master Splinter wasn't exactly sure if he was a man or a boy. He was definitely the youngest of the six, looking about in his early twenties or late teens. "Answer me." Hamato Yoshi demanded harshly, tightening his grip on the man. His limbs burned with soreness from the explosion, but he held his own.

A small, strained gasp escaped the man in his hold. "I-I'm Danny- W-We got the information from one of the turtles." He yelled out desperately. Master Splinter's eyes went wide with shock, his mind taking him into his own imagination. The man went on, oblivious to the mutant rat's horror. "Shredder told us to come looking- for him-" He gasped for breath. "If you're not him, then who-?"

"I am the one asking the questions." He held him higher, tightening his grip further. The man's eyes widened and he let out a choked breath.

"Please, don't hurt me." He begged softly.

"Who exactly gave this location?" Yoshi kept his voice from faltering, though he feared even asking such a question.

"Th-the turtle in purple. I swear!" He cried out. "Shredder tortured it out of him! He sent us to look and make sure- he was telling the truth!" He gasped. "And to knock-out Hamato Yoshi and take him-"

Master Splinter's gaze hardened with shock, and he kept his grip on the man. He wasn't sure what to think. So he kept his mind focused on getting information before he assumed anything. The more information he could get for his sons, the better. "And who, exactly, is "us"?"

"We- we're a street gang. The Jetwings. Shredder employed us to keep a look out on the turtles and figure out Hamato Yoshi's location." His voice croaked from the arm seizing his throat.

"Where is Shredder now?"

The man gave him the location of the warehouse without further hesitation. He was too scared to risk his own life.

The rat closed his eyes before asking the next question. "Is the turtle in purple still alive?" He asked, trying to make his voice sound like he was only curious for fact, and not attached to the teenage ninja.

"Y-Yeah! At least until we report back successful." He struggled. "If we aren't… then I don't know what he-"

"You have the wrong location." Master Splinter said darkly, bringing his free arm down on the man's head and landing a knock-out blow. He fell limp in his grasp, and the mutant rat dropped him to the floor with a thud.

That was when he collapsed against the wall. Both physically and mentally wounded, he closed his eyes and breathed. Covered in burns and scrapes, he put a hand on his head and rubbed his pounding headache. And that's where he sat for many moments, surrounded by six unconscious bodies and the lair in ruins.

"Master Shredder."

The heavily armored man turned to face his visitor, narrowing his eyes at the man. He came forward, kneeling before his superior with a look of utter defeat on his face. "I bring grave news."

"Speak." Oroku Saki ordered.

"While taking the orange one out to finish him, he managed to escape. Our troops were unable to catch up to him before he vanished. Also, the six men sent out to scout have not returned."

The Shredder stepped towards the man, his fists clenched in fury. The anger practically radiated off of his movements. The man winced, ducking his head and hiding his terrified face. But his superior did not strike him. His words were full of venom when he spoke. "I knew I couldn't trust those street rats to get this done. Send out two dozen foot ninja to the location. Also, prepare the prisoner for transport."

"Master?" The man lifted his head in question.

"The orange one will know where we are. We must move before he can gather his brothers and return." He said gruffly, making his own way across the room to the hallway. "Make haste in your tasks."

"Yes, Master Shredder." The man promised.

"Almost home, Mikey." Leo promised as the turnstiles came into view. He could feel his youngest brother sagging tiredly in his arms. "Almost there." He casted a glance down at him, and saw him more awake than he expected. Mikey was only exhausted; at least he didn't seem too badly injured. The cuts on his arm and leg had to be bandaged, but nothing else too serious. Which was honestly a relief. But Leo could still see the haunted expression behind his gaze, and wondered what exactly his youngest brother had been up to this night.

Raph, who had been leading, suddenly paused a few steps before the entrance. Leo and Mikey came to a halt behind him. "What?" Leo asked.

His head lifted, and his eyes closed. "Do you smell that?" He whispered to his brothers.

"Smoke." Michelangelo answered immediately, his eyes widening.

Leo took a whiff for himself. Sure enough, fire and smoke filled his nose. The three of them quickened their paces, getting to the turnstiles and looking into the lair.

Black ash and smoke filled the room. Leo began to walk inside, waving his free arm to move the smoke aside as he walked. He let out a cough as he sucked in the thick air, and felt Mikey coughing against him. Many things were knocked over and broken. Raphael raced towards the edge of the lair, looking into the kitchen. "Master Splinter!" He called desperately, turning and running towards the dojo when he didn't find him there. "Master Splinter!" He called desperately.

Leo joined his younger brother in calling for his father. His stomach fluttered with panic as he continued to call. Mikey joined in once, accidentally breathing in too much smoke and breaking into a coughing fit.

"Sensei!" When the recognition in Raphael's voice snapped, Leo and Mikey began to hobble in his direction. Raphael had run into the dojo, nearing the mutant rat sitting sideways against the wall. He crouched beside him, putting a hand on his arm. Leo had paused at the entrance, freezing in shock at the six bodies lying around the room, covered in blood and bruises. Raphael ignored them, going straight to his father. Though he still cast an uneasy glance around the room as he kneeled.

They crossed halfway across the dojo. Leo gently let go of Mikey and set him on his knees before nearing his father. Michelangelo didn't stay put however, and crawled over to his brothers and Sensei. "Master Splinter?" Leo asked, kneeling on his other side and rousing him awake. Mikey came up in front of him, sitting on his knees and watching expectantly.

When his eyes opened, all three turtles let out breaths of relief. "Sensei, what happened?" Mikey asked quietly, with his gaze full of horror.

Their father shifted, sitting in a more comfortable position. "Explosion." He muttered tiredly. "The men here… set bombs."

Mikey looked up at his father. "Are you okay?"

"I am fine, Michelangelo." Master Splinter dipped his head.

Leonardo took another look at the young men scattered across the dojo. "Who are they?" He asked curiously.

"They are a gang. They go by the name of "Jetwings". They work for The Shredder." He took a moment to take a painful breath before continuing. Raphael put a hand on his father's shoulder. "I managed to get useful information out of one of them, and they should help you get to your brother."

"How did they find the lair?" Leo asked.

It was such a simple question. And Leo wasn't really sure why Master Splinter made a soft pause before speaking again until he said the words. His father put a hand over his head, soothing the fur. "The man said Shredder tortured it out of Donatello." He answered gravely, shutting his eyes.

The room fell silent. The three brothers exchanged glances, and Mikey's eyes were wide. A chill chased its way down Leo's spine, and he saw Raph stiffen and clench his fists. "But, I have the location of where he is kept." Master Splinter added, opening his eyes once more.

"Actually, I already know the location." Mikey piped up quietly, looking at the floor as he spoke.

A bit surprised at this, his sensei looked at his youngest son with a confused gaze. And then before another word was spoken, he noticed his son's arms locked behind him. "Why are your arms bound?" He asked simply.

"It's a long story, sensei." Raphael interrupted from where he sat. "One that Leo and I would like to hear as well." He gave Mikey a pointed gaze.

"It's not that long of a story." Mikey shifted, sitting crisscross in front of his older superiors. He took a deep breath before speaking. "Fishface was in one of the warehouses I searched. Long story short, he ended up finding me and… then all I remembered after that was waking up inside the place where Donnie is kept."

"You saw him?" Raphael asked.

Mikey shook his head. "I heard him."

A few more glances were exchanged before Michelangelo went on. "Screaming. In this one room. I tried to get to it, but I couldn't. Um… the Foot ninjas chased me out of the building. I managed to get underground and that's when we found each other."

Leo was slowly nodding to himself. "Let's get something to get those chains off." He said, helping Mikey to his feet.

He looked down at his father, who waved his hand at his oldest son before he could speak. "I will help myself to some treatments on my own. I am in no need of assistance."

"Let Raph help you anyway." Leo said slowly, as if afraid to tell his father what to do. But Master Splinter said nothing, and let the red-masked ninja help him to his feet. Leo let out a sigh of relief. With new authority, he lifted his head, as determined as ever. "When we're done, let's tie the Jetwings up and go after Donnie."