The moon casted a blue hue to one side of the building, shining on both it and the sea that crashed beside it. There was a single warehouse on the plot of land with a chain-link fence surrounding it. Scattered along the lot were industrial accessories such as stacked crates, a shed, and a crane by the sea to pick up the exclusive shipments.

"If you're gonna have your stuff shipped by sea, might as well keep your warehouse too." Michelangelo commented. As first one to make it to the top of the hill, he was the only one who could make sense of his remark. The rest of the team followed closely behind out of reserving energy from their constant climbing (man, did they really miss flat land). Internally, there was a collective sigh once they got to the very point of the hill and saw what the youngest turtle did. "Smart." Mikey nodded, putting his hands on his hips while feeling the ocean's breeze brush past him. It was also a great feeling to know that his own intuition led them out of the darkness and on some type of track by re-visiting their old pal, Ruffington. Donatello slipped his goggles over his eyes and began to toy with the toggles. The group did their own once over from the distance as he did what he could.

"Nothing's picking up on my thermoscan." He twisted the base of one of his lenses and then flipped it back over his head.

"Let's roll." Leonardo commanded. Quickly, the clan swiftly jumped onto it and took off for the seemingly empty warehouse.

Entering it was like old times. The doors of the place worked like a garage, so it had to be intruded from above. The building had multiple ledges by design, making itself a step ladder to the urban ninjas as they made way for the roof. Security cameras were a no for none were present on the outside. How could it get any better? No alarms. The family was on the roof and were now pushing the glass window from above open for their bodies to fit through. Thankfully, there were beams directly below to catch them and lead them to jump onto the high stacked crates. One by one took a leap down, easily infiltrating and getting to the ground where the main floor was. Venus was the first of them to enter.

"Whoa!" Venus gasped. The glimmer in her eye was filled with the large piles of robotic parts that filled the floors of the specific yet large portion of the warehouse. They were assorted by their specific piece, thus making it an over-the-top organization of the sea of metal.

"Check out the product!" Raphael tapped a piece that had gone rogue and kicked it beside its desired pile.

"That's a lot of robots." Leonardo spoke in monotone as he caught up with the discovery (He was still on the last of the crates when he said so). Raphael took a piece from the very top of the pile and examined it with a careful eye.

"Is this a leg?" He inquired as he turned it over for inspection. The piece was made up of two thick bars of metal that was able to bend when you wave it back and forth. On one side, there was another bar but it was thicker and shorter in comparison. It could move as well, but it was not as flexible as the others.

"You guys might want to take a look at this." Mona Lisa called. During their awe, the lizard girl was already doing her own investigation. In seconds, the mass of green caught up to her and stopped abruptly in their tracks. Before them were rows upon rows of the parts being fully assembled. They were so neat and straight that they maintained a militaristic atmosphere.

"Hey!" Mikey exclaimed while pointing. "Those are those RoboDogs! Remember when these were shella popular in like 2003?" Mona and Venus had no idea what he was talking about. However, the brothers knew very well, but barely acknowledged it. "We used to make one out of rocks and sticks 'cause we could never get one." Ah, yes. It was like The Little House on the Prairie growing up. One had to make their own toys with whatever they got. Seeing them on TV was so cool but they could never find on available because no one would throw them out. Now, they could get as many as they wanted, but it just wasn't the same.

"Just what the world needs.: Mona picked on up. "Puppy robots." Raphael stood closely over her shoulder as they investigated the creature. The head of it was smooth, rounded at the crown and the muzzle that shaped jagged 'teeth'. Where the forehead was, a single red 'eye' that represented more of a camera or scanner resided. The rest of its body was generic with a rectangle body, cylinder legs, and clunky feet. Its stance was much more like a rabbit because its haunches were lower than its front end. Raphael shook his head.

"First question is 'Why'? Second, 'Why so many'?"

"Donnie. Think you can decipher these hieroglyphics?" Said turtle had his attention diverted to the far left. He followed the voice of the female turtle hidden behind the aisle of crates. Coming around the corner, what he found was Venus standing before a board with her back turned and her arms across her body. Donatello approached with an arm of curious mutants. Coming closer, his glasses were able to sharpen the appearance of what was written on the board. It was all numbers and equations, no foreign language he could not understand (thankfully). The female turtle did not turn her attention to him when he came to her side. She was very much into the board; her eyes darted back and forth as she scanned them. He humored her for a second for trying, but when she scrunched her nose, he knew it was time for him to get down to business. Mona approached close as well. Donnie may be the designated smart one but one cannot forget that this girl was a physics genius.

"This is the type of mechanics used for robotics." Donatello concluded. He looked at the two beside him. Venus didn't have a clue. Mona continued reading but nodded her head in agreement. She knew nothing about robotics, but with the equations on movement, she had that one in the bag.

"No kidding." Raphael muttered under his breath, turning only his upper body to glance back at the room of dismembered robot parts.

"It's very impressive that they got these things moving on four legs. The dynamics of a four-legged walking robot is not something to take lightly but there are also protrusions on the bottom of their 'feet'." He demonstrated what would be the 'spikes' on their feet by putting a curved finger beside his hand to give the illusion of it coming out of his palm. He left it to their own memory to remember the dainty detail while investigating the parts earlier. "It could be a climber too. The 'head'" Donnie's finger outlined the outside of the drawing where the head was located. "of it is very smooth in design. It could be just for looks or of ease. Typically, the rounding off" he brushed his finger repeatedly over the very top of the head. "is meant for ease of travel, which is what I think it is meant to be because of the camera. See the optics?" Donnie pointed to the single 'eye' in the middle of its head. "It's meant to scan and see in infra red. Of course, there could be a matter of quantum mechanics put into it..."

"Yeah, but we don't know what that means." Leonardo considerably interrupted. Donatello turned around fully to explain.

"It means 'no good'." His tone was worried for good reason. Just when he said so, Venus had a bad feeling once again. What it was from, she couldn't tell. For the time being, she checked out of what was at hand to find an explanation for her feeling by channeling her chi. Nobody paid particular mind to the meditating terrapin for a nuisance was on its way.

"Look at this!" Shoved in Leo's personal space, the head of a robot was used as a puppet because the young turtle had slipped away from their grasp to go retrieve it. Michelangelo opened its maw accordingly next to the side of his face as he played. "WOOT WOOT! That's da sound of da police! WOOT WOOT! It's the sound of a beast!" He chanted until he succumbed to a hearty laugh.

"Quit screwing around!" Leonardo's yell was held back between his teeth. The surprise made Michelangelo lose his grip on the toy. Fumbling, he tried to catch it but it fell to the ground, clanking as it went. The young turtle rubbed his head and smiled to a point where you could no longer see his eyes. His laugh was nervous, trying to pull off his own embarrassment. The purple clad turtle shook his head and sighed briefly.

"The way that these bots are designed," Donnie resumed. "it is most certainly that they are less of a weapon and more of a tool."

"And that's what they're using to uncover the statue?" Leonardo approached, taking a good eyeful of the board he could not understand.

"Looks like they are." Donatello nodded. "The suitability is for climbing, walking," He paused to think and adjust his glasses. "could be used for digging. The optics could be a camera for scoping. It's an all around tool. A villainous rover."

"Mona, above!" Venus screamed; her eyes bugged out as she looked up. Mona Lisa immediately looked up but it was too late. Before she could react, she was already shoved to the ground by a being in black who fell directly on top of her. The person was concealed completely. They wore a black, turtleneck longsleeve along with a hooded, bulletproof vest and pants. The most haunting was the mask that shielded their identity. The only scripture on it was a faint, silver outline of a skeleton. Withdrawing a sword from their side, Leonardo was quick to counter by pulling one of his own out and blocking it. The assailant jumped back for they did not know that the turtle would be so quick. Seeing another coming for her, she threw three shuriken from her side. Donatello's back bended like no other to avoid them, but it did stop his momentum. Briefly after throwing them, the person was overwhelmed by the rapid fire chain that wrapped around them. It was tight, squeezing their flesh against the metal mercilessly. Their waist was pulled sharply in reverse, making them run backwards and go unbalanced. Before they could see where it was coming from, the momentum of their own and the red clad turtle made an epic clash. The one in black was completely KO'd.

"What?!" Michelangelo bellowed. His arms curled over his head until he slammed them around a lifted knee that penetrated its own opening. The crew looked on, making sure they were still breathing. Raphael jostled his shoulders while Mona stepped forth to regain some of the extra chain in her hand. The fallen was secured with her surujin. Even with their arms free they deemed it safe to come close.

With his toe, Raphael turned the perpetrator over. A feminine face was uncovered when the shaken black mask popped off of it. Skin of brown with black hair in bantu knots revealed the attacker. Mona Lisa crouched down beside her. Her hand grasped the edge of her cloak and pulled it back, searching her.

"Black clothing. Concealed weapons." Her chin went over her shoulder to take a look at the mutants standing above her. She was very smug. "I think we were just sent an assassin."

"That's one heck of a security system." Raphael commented.

"Make sure that's good and tight." The leader twirled his finger and straightened himself up. "When she comes to we will question her."