A/N: Wow, it's been forever since I've updated. This story has been giving me trouble, I don't know why. Hopefully people are still interested in the story. Sorry it's taken me so long to update. Take this chapter as my apology for being away for so long.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

A half hour of treking through dark tunnels finally found Michelangelo stumbling into a small cavern with a sand filled pit in the middle. The turtle in orange walked to the edge of the pit and looked down. He moaned. If his brother hadn't been down there he probably would have turned around and gone back home. It was too easy. Nothing was so simple as just to dig someone out of a sand filled pit. Knowing Alfredson the sand was more than likely booby-trapped.

Looking around, Michelangelo found a broken off piece of board and stuck it in the sand before tossing it up. He heard several foreboding hisses before a black stinger shot up from the sand and stuck the board. Michelangelo's eyes grew wide. There were scorpians in the pit. The turtle took several steps back until his shell hit the wall.

"Where the heck did he get scorpians?" he exclaimed.

Of course, this was Alfredson he was talking about. The guy was right below Shredder on the list of villians that had every resource they could get their hands on for making the lives of those around them more miserable. Michelangelo whimpered as he slid to the ground and buried his face in his hands. How in the world was he supposed to get Leonardo out of the pit without getting both of them stung?

Michelangelo looked up and began humming the music from Jeopardy as he looked around the cavern. He got to his feet and walked back out into the catacombs. He gathered every loose brick and stone block he could find and he began building an enclosure near the edge of the pit. Hopefully this plan would work. It would be slow and tedious, but hopefully it would get both him and his brother out safely. Another thing was he didn't know how many scorpians were in the sand and how deep the sand went. Michelangelo found a longer piece of board and stuck it down into the pit. Three feet down the board hit rock.

"Hang on, Leo, I'm comin'," Michelangelo said.

April stopped to catch her breath after rendering the twentieth round of guards unconscious. She had to be getting near the end of the maze, there would be this many guards if she wasn't. April winced as her sore muscles strained to work as she began walking again. She had a new respect for the Turtles as she thought about how long and strenuous their training was. This was probably nothing compared to their training.

April rounded a corner and was met with a vast field out in front of her. A shovel was stuck in the ground in the middle of the field. O'Neil couldn't help but let her hopes rise, even though she knew the situation was all too simple. She took a step out into the field, and when nothing happened she bolted for the shovel. She was so close to getting Casey back. Sadly, as soon as her fingers wrapped around the handle she was instantly surrounded by Foot ninjas.

"Since when did the Foot help out common criminals?" April asked, pulling out the shovel and branishing it like a weapon.

"Since that 'common criminal' wants to get rid of those bothersome reptiles," a deep familiar voice replied.

April slowly turned around to see Hun walk up behind her. He laughed darkly and cracked his knuckles. April swallowed and tightened her grip on the shovel. This was going to be the fight of her life.

He had no idea where he was going or even if he was going in the right direction. Donatello had to relay mostly on his instincts to direct him towards his missing brother. He had yet to figure out why Alfredson was so bent on tormenting the life out him and his family. Clearly, the man was disturbed, but that was no reason to take it out on people. It was just one other thing about humans that Donatello could never understand.

After a while, the ground showed signs of heavy machinery having driven over it. The grass was pushed down in a flat line which ended a few feet away. Donatello broke into a run and found a fresh mound of dirt piled up. He dropped to his knees and began digging with his hands. Thankfully it didn't take long to reach the stone coffin buried underneath.

"Hang on, Raphie," Donatello said, dropping down into the small pit.

He put his hands on the lid and pushed with all of his might. Something told him to take more time and be careful, but another part of him, the part that desperately wanted Raphael back, made him push the lid even harder. The stone cover finally gave way and slid over the far side of the coffin. Donatello took one look inside the coffin and his heart instantly dropped. Not only was Raphael looking up at him with pleading eyes, but there was also a bomb looking up at him as well, and it was connected to the clasps holding his brother down.

"Oh shell," Donatello whimpered.

That's it for this chapter. Sorry it took so long.

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