Jenna was not pleased by what Donatello had asked her to do on the back porch.

"Why am I being relegated to distraction status?" She demanded.

"Jen, don't think of it like that. We need to make sure that Karina keeps her mouth shut, and gets a real vision of the truth. Will you please do this for us? I know that you can handle her."

"And then what Donnie? I'm supposed to just sit back like a mother hen, while you guys chase down Raph?"

It was only then that he realized what was actually bothering her.

"Jen...I wish I knew what to say to you. We just have to get after him as fast as we can."

There was a stray tear in her light blue eyes, and she wiped it fiercely away. "Well, you'd better watch your shell, because I'm not gonna be there to rescue you this time." She said a little ironically.

"You wouldn't come after me?" He said with a slight pout, for no other reason than to try and get a smile from her.

It almost worked, but the weight of the situation was too serious for her to relax. She wrapped both arms around him, and he stretched to kiss her.

"Alright Donnie." She said with resignation, "I'll take Karina to my Mom's place, and I'll babysit her...while you go have all the excitement."

Karina had been standing just around the corner from the back door, intentionally eavesdropping on the both of them. It was clear that they weren't going to try to force her to do anything, and that was actually the only reason she'd decided that she would go with Jenna.

She sure doesn't seem happy about it though, and I can't say that I'm thrilled at the prospect of being "babysat". But something tells me that my problems just got a whole lot more insignificant.

Karina caught a glimpse of their embrace, nagging confusion gnawing at the back of her mind.

There's a lot more to this than what it seems. I can't believe Kat never said anything. But how was she supposed to tell me? It's not exactly something you can blurt out over the dinner that we have every three months. I hope she'll shed some light on all this when she gets back.

Karina walked outside a moment later, sensing that Donatello and Jenna were done talking.

"Hey." Jenna said evenly. "Luke's going to lend us his car. Are you still okay with coming to my Mom's condo?"

"As long as it won't put her out." Karina replied.

"She's with Kat, she won't even get in until tomorrow."

"Is your Mom FBI too?" Karina asked curiously.

"No, she works for the government. She's the one Kat's protecting."

"And everyone knows about them I suppose?" Karina asked, shooting a glance at Donatello. "Sounds like one big happy family." She said a little bitterly.

They were saved from having to respond to her, when Greg came suddenly flying up the walk-way.

"Dang it Heff, I told you it wasn't necessary to come here." Donatello chided him.

"I wanted a look at the house for myself Donnie. I thought--" Greg cut off sharply when he saw Karina, and swore openly.

"Hello to you too Agent Heffernan." Karina said with serious irritation. "Everybody's so happy to see me today."


Underground a few minutes later, Donatello was in front of his computer, experiencing a very unwelcome form of deja vu. Leonardo and Michelangelo had waited outside to give him some space, but Luke was inside of the Lab with him. The man paced across the length of the floor, while he waited for Donatello to say something.

"Don, what's up?" He finally couldn't stand it any more. "Is he that bad off?"

"I really couldn't say Doc." Donatello sounded faint, and suddenly far away. "I'm not getting a signal from his transmitter."

Luke came immediately to his side, dropping down by the desk. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. I've got information it recorded last night, well into this morning. It didn't stop working entirely until about an hour ago."

"What was the last thing it transmitted?"

Donatello already had the scan on the screen, and backed off a little so that Luke could get a clear view of it.

"That's a major spike in pulse rate." Luke murmured.

"He was up and down all morning, which indicates that he was awake at least." Donatello replied. "I'm searching his last known coordinates, they should come up in a minute here."

Luke tapped his foot impatiently as they both waited for the program to load.

"Right...here we go. The address is out of...Airmont? Where's that?" Donatello asked.

"That's one of the villages of Ramapo - it's only about an hour from here!" Luke said swiftly.


"We don't have any time to waste here Jen." Donnie said, having a little difficulty holding onto the phone as he hurried to finish packing. "That was the last location it beamed our direction, so that's where we're heading now. Do me a favor, and keep trying to get ahold of Marcus and April. We're gonna be off on the road here in a couple of minutes. No, Greg is driving, and I guess Doc's coming too. No, this isn't supposed to make you jealous. I'm sorry you can't come this time, but I'm not sorry you'll be out of harm's way.

Listen, I gotta get finished up here - I'll call you before we move in on anything, I promise. I love you too."


The ride was a rather tense one, with none of the three turtles talking in the back very much to start with. Donatello had been keeping an eye on his laptop. Sensors hadn't indicated that the implant was actually destroyed - he was holding out hope that it could still come back altogether.

"Donnie, do you think Stolle might have used that thing on him?" Leonardo finally asked quietly. "You remember it knocked my implant out completely."

"It doesn't appear that's the case Leo - the stun actually gave off a very powerful signature, and I'm not seeing anything like that here."

"Then why wouldn't it be working?" Mike asked on edge.

"It's electronic guys, it's not infallible." Donatello replied. "It's looking more and more like I need to go back to the drawing board with these things."


Greg was gripping the steering wheel so hard, that his knuckles had started turning white.

"Greg, are you sure you're okay to drive?" Luke asked cautiously, and the man shot him a look.

"You're one to talk. I've heard you're like a bat out of hell when you're in a hurry." He snapped back, instantly regretting it. "I'm sorry Luke, I'm just so mad I could explode here."

"Hence, my reason for asking."

"This is my fault." Greg muttered, never once taking his eyes off the road.

"What is, the thing with Raph?"

"He was supposed to be with me last night!"

"Heff, you didn't kick him out," Luke said, reverting to the turtle's familiar nickname for the man. "They were watching us...and they were still gunning after them, whether they caught Raph last night or not."

Greg gave Luke a brief glance, pent-up anxiety causing a slight shudder. "That's the other reason I'm so angry Luke. They had no right. We're lucky they even let you go at all, without hurting you worse."

The man struck the steering wheel out of sheer frustration. "This is so messed up!"


Greg held his breath as he pulled up nearby the address that Raphael's implant had returned, giving Luke another pointed look.

"This is it?"

"Yup. Looks quiet right now, doesn't it? I'm gonna call the guys." Greg replied, and dialed Leonardo in the back of the van.

"Where are we Greg?" Leo asked him.

"We're here. Oh boy, hang on for a second." Greg urged him when he noticed the front door opening, and then turned to Luke. "Get down Doc, don't let 'em see you."

Greg ducked backward slightly himself. While they waited in silence, several men converged on the front porch, their mood seeming somewhat celebratory.

"What do you see?" Leo asked, after they'd been quiet for awhile.

"Bunch of guys came out of the house, they're talking. Hang on for a second." Greg repeated, as they started moving.

Six of the seven were piling into a van, leaving one man lingering on the porch with a cigarette in hand. He stayed outside a short while later after the van left, until he'd finished his smoke, and flicked the remains away.

"Okay." Greg said quietly, as if the man could have heard him all the way from the house. "Most of them just left Leo. One guy went back inside - I don't know how many could be still in there."

"Do you see any other foot traffic around?"

"No, there's nothing going on. There's only one other house down here, and it's dark. It doesn't even look like it's occupied. We need to get ready to move, this will probably be out best opportunity."


The turtles met Greg around the side of the van that was blind from the house, and Leonardo eyed Greg as he loaded a new magazine into his gun.

"You're not planning on shooting anyone, are you?" Leo asked.

"Only if fists fail. You know they have guns in there Leo, I'm just trying to level the playing field somewhat."

Donnie was knocking on Luke's window at that moment. "Hey, stay put okay? Keep the doors locked, and don't let anybody see you."

"Would you please be careful?" He shot back.

"We'll handle this Doc, you just stay cool in here." Donatello told him, and returned to the other three, already lightly fingering his bo. "So are we just going in, or what? It doesn't look like there's any real security going on here."

"Do you think you can break us in quietly Donnie?" Leo asked him.

"Shouldn't be an issue Fearless. Let's go!"