A/N: I feel bad for leaving my projects hanging. RL's kinda run away with me and I haven't had much time for writing. Hopefully things will settle down soon and I can get back into the swing of things. Here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

Victor sat on his platform overlooking the main dojo. He played with a black cloth mask as he watched two ninjas spar. They were well versed in the fighting style of the greatest ninja clan to ever exist: the Foot. It was a rarely known fact that Victor had trained under Oroku Saki in his early years. The Wyvern clan had been born during the years after the Kraang were sent back to Dimension X and the Foot were driven out of New York City.

When Victor heard about the Turtles and what they did to Shredder and his clan, Wyrm thought it would be quite ironic should one of them end up working for the Foot's sister clan. And his vision had come to pass; thanks, in part, to the help of Slash; whether the larger turtle knew it or not. It didn't matter to Victor either way. All that mattered was that one of the mutants responsible for dishonoring his master was now his to do with as he saw fit. The opportunities were endless. The turtle would have to do whatever he was told, no questions asked.

But, first, a test, Victor thought to himself.

He tuned back to the fight just as one of the ninjas came out victorious. Victor hummed in thought. The Phoenix clan were becoming more of a problem, taking over much of the Wyvern clan's territory. He grinned darkly. He would disgrace the turtle for what he did to Shredder and the Foot. Victor turned to one of the guards.

"Bring Ray to me," he instructed. "I have a task for him."

The guard bowed and left the room. Raphael was sitting on the bed with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms crossed on top of his knees and his face buried in his arms, when the door unlocked and opened.

"You've been summoned, mongrel," the guard said.

"Woof," Raphael answered back, remaining where he was.

"On your feet, dog, before I make you," the guard ordered.

Raphael looked up, eyes red and bloodshot. "Careful, Chuckles. This dog has teeth and he ain't afraid to use 'em," he warned.

"All bark, no bite," the guard commented.

"Want to test that theory?" Raphael challenged.

The guard stormed over to the bed and grabbed Raphael by the throat. The turtle clawed at the massive hand that was crushing his windpipe. The guard lifted Raphael off the bed and threw him on the floor. Raphael coughed and gasped for air as he pushed himself to his knees.

"I suggest you learn some respect for your superiors," the guard snarled, grabbing the back of Raphael's shell and pulling him to his feet. "Get going," he ordered, throwing Raphael out through the door.

Catching himself before he fell again, Raphael got his feet under him and started down the hall towards the main dojo with the guard right behind him. They entered and headed for the master's podium. The guard forced Raphael to kneel when he was in front of Victor. Raphael growled in warning at the guard. Victor cleared his throat, gaining Raphael's attention.

"I have a special task for you," Victor said. "A test; to show your loyalty."

"What loyalty?" Raphael asked. "I hold nothing for you."

Victor gave him a cold look. "If it wasn't for me, you would be without a clan. And, what is a ninja without a clan?"

Raphael's hands clenched into tight fists and his body began to shake with anger. Victor smiled and got up from his platform. He walked down the short steps and circled Raphael.

"As long as you bear the mark of this clan, you live to serve me," Victor explained. "You do what I tell you. No questions."

"Just like a dog, huh?" Raphael growled.

Victor patted his head. "Exactly," he replied. "And like a dog, I can sic you on whomever I want. And I want you to take out the Phoenix clan's intelligence team."

Raphael frowned, remembering the man he had helped earlier. "They're your rivals," he realized.

"Yes," Victor confirmed. "And, they've become a thorn in my side ever since they set root here." He returned to the platform and sat down. "Of course, I wouldn't let you go alone. Trust issues and all that. So, I'm sending Hun with you; to make sure you finish the job."

Raphael looked up at the guard from before. The man mountain cracked his knuckles. Raphael sneered at him.

"Your mission starts now," Victor said, tossing Raphael the black mask. He waved his hand in a shooing manner. "Go get 'em, boy."

Raphael got to his feet and stalked out of the room. Victor held up a hand to stop Hun.

"Make sure he finishes the job," he instructed. "No survivors."

Raphael looked down at the apartment across from where he and Hun were standing on the other side of the alleyway. Through the window he could see a small group of men huddling around a table. His stomach churned. He knew what Victor wanted him to do, but he knew he wouldn't be able to carry out his orders. He wondered if Victor had the same intolerance for failure as Shredder. The black mask felt strange on his face. It covered his eyes and the top of his head.

"Let's get this over with," Raphael muttered.

He jumped down and launched himself across the gap to the other fire escape. The rattling of the metal alerted the men inside the apartment. One of them went to investigate, but never saw anything. He returned to the table, leaving the window open. Raphael quietly lowered himself from the landing above the apartment window and slipped inside the living room. He reached behind his back and pulled out the sais he had taken before leaving the dojo. He felt Hun's presence behind him.

"Evenin', boys," Raphael said.

The five men spun around in surprise. One of them, upon seeing the tattoos on Raphael's arms, sneered.

"So, Wyrm sends his newest pet to do his dirty work," the man snarled.

"What happened? His other dog didn't have enough bite?" another man asked.

Raphael turned to Hun. "What other dog?" he asked.

Hun pushed Raphael forward. "Just take them out."

Spinning his sais, the turtle charged forward. The men grabbed weapons and ran to meet their attackers. Two men surrounded Raphael while the other three took on Hun. Raphael kicked one of the men away before putting his sais up to block a bat that was aimed at his head. The turtle grunted against the strain as the man pushed against his weapons. Raphael looked over his shoulder to see the other man regain his feet. The man with the bat pulled back and swung the weapon again. Raphael dodged to the side just in time for the bat to collide with the second man's head. He fell to the floor, unconscious.

Raphael bounced from one foot to the other. The man with the bat spun his weapon once before charging. Raphael sprang forward. As the man brought his arm down, Raphael hooked his arm in the space between the middle and outside blades of his sais. He twisted the bat out of the man's hand, hearing his wrist pop. The man screamed in pain before Raphael threw him over his shoulder and slammed him into the floor.

Raphael looked up to see that Hun had dispatched of his three assailants. He tried to ignore the growing pools of blood surrounding the men, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Hun walked up to the turtle and looked down at the man on the floor. The poor guy was trying to crawl away.

"Finish it," Hun said.

The man looked up at Raphael with pleading eyes. He didn't want to die. Raphael felt his heart break. He looked away.

"I can't," he whispered.

He squeezed his eyes tightly closed when he heard the sound of a blade slicing through flesh, followed by the sound of a body hitting the wooden floor. Hot bile rose up his throat, burning his insides. Hun said nothing and headed for the window. Raphael opened his eyes and followed, stepping around the bodies. He knew he was in trouble; he just didn't know how much trouble he was in.

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