"911, what's your emergency?"

"He is here." The operator sat in her chair, stunned. The man who answered back spoke low and grumbly, much like a disoriented creature from a horror film. It was distant with heavy breaths hitting the lower portion of the phone.

"I'm sorry, do you mind repeating that?" She apologized. The sound of his voice was chilling and spooky, and she was the 911 operator.

"He is here. Oroku Saki, he is here." He related, slow yet desperate. She reverted to her keyboard and began to type in the name. She tried her best to spell the name correctly as the computer sorted out every possibility. The first entry to pop up was leveled: Wanted; extremely Dangerous, with his mugshot to the right. The woman gasped internally.

"The one that goes by 'The Shredder'?" She asked, trying to hold her panic as she was trained to do. A moment of silence occurred before the man answered back.

"Yes, he's here." The woman listened longer in the lured silence. Although he was giving her information, she couldn't help but get a bad feeling that this man was completely disoriented, maybe even possibly drunk. Her ears looked for any clues. Yet, the only suspicious tip she could get was a low grunt that could be compared to a pig's. The operator clicked on a button labeled "contact" on the monitor. There was a button listed of the numbers of any emergency service she could send for.

"Okay, we'll send police forces to your location. Where are you?" Silence.

"I don't know." The voice hesitated to say. The operator was beginning to wear thin on patience. Now realizing who had now been found, it was critical that she send for reinforcements now instead of possibly losing him again.

"Sir? Can you tell me the location?" She asked nicely, yet very firm.

"He is here." The mysterious man repeated. The woman sat back in her chair. He had already said that. Normally, it was the ignorance of people who would withhold such information, but this sounded somewhat different. The man, with his moments of silence, inaudible noises, and the occasional grunt, it seemed as if his memory of this event was failing him.

"Sir, where is here?" She asked again.

"Oroku Saki is here." Click.

"Sir?" She asked to a cut line. Even without the information, she clicked for the police and filed her report on the information given.

On the other line, things were much worse than what the operator could ever imagine. The caller, team leader, Bebop, dropped the phone he had in his hand into the hard concrete. Upon impact, the object broke off pieces of the plastic. The shattering sound of the glass set off an alarm in his partner's head. Rocksteady was also in Bebop's room. The rhino was just as disoriented as him, but now a chain reaction went off in his mind. He was sitting on the edge of the pig's bed, hands clenched to the sodden supports. Suddenly, his head shook violently, shaking the entire structure. The edge of his nose, even part of his horn smacked against the concrete walls. The problem: he couldn't feel it. Many would dream of such a feat, but now, it was the worst case scenario. Bebop dropped to the ground after his legs buckled underneath him. His arms did not try to catch his fall as the large animal fell to the ground. His four fingered hands crinkled up by his face. A look of shock shown through his face while his body gave into violent spasms. Both shouted and groaned in their animal tongue, sending the room into a barnyard frenzy.

Not long did it take a team of Foot to rush into the room. Right behind them were the scientists who worked on them as an experiment. Dr. Stockman pushed past his colleagues to gaze in horror. A team of soldiers braced themselves as they went in to secure the Rhino whose base of horn began to ooze blood into his nostrils. Without stopping, the violent creature knocked over two unsuspecting soldiers. Once one got a good grip on his head, more and more hung on his head, pulling it down and forcing to lie somewhat still on the ground. Bebop, who was not as much flailing as he was spazzing, needed minimal restraint for the scientists to check their signs.

"This is not good." One of them looked up to Stockman as she pulled her cold stethoscope away from Bebop's rapid heart. She moved over to check Rocksteady. As she crossed over she made care to step over the dropped phone. His heart was no more in better shape than the pig. "Both are showing the same signs as the other two." She reported.

"Everybody out, now!" The scientist ordered. With another switch, Rocksteady began to flail violently again. His restraints couldn't figure out whether to continue holding him or to let go for their own safety. Those holding Bebop didn't need to be asked twice. Having to listen to the chief of this operation, all at one did the soldiers let go of the Rhino. Just as they let go, they sprinted out the door. Stockman slammed the door behind the last one and locked the door from the outside. Rocksteady wanted to get up and charge at the running men, being so confused and going with his natural fear instinct, but he couldn't. Just as he stood, his body fell to the floor much like the other. Unable to get up, he twitched on the ground, nose bending inward.

Outside, did the people look on. Those stuffed in the back stood in their toes to overlook the people in front of them to get a longer view of the two spastic mutants that caused so much excitement today. Earlier, they had checked on Tokah and Rahzar, who were experiencing similar symptoms. At first, they had believed that it was in their nature for the weren't the brightest of creatures, but after seeing that the former humans were going just as crazy, the idea was immediately whisked away.

"Stockman!" The surprised scientist had his coat murdererd by a hand gripping his shoulder and pulling him back. People behind him were nudged along and filled in his spot as he was pulled away from the group. As the people began to disband from him, it was clear that it was the lady Shredder taking him away. She looked worried, looking over the 6- footer's shoulder before asking. "What is this? What is going on?" Her hand was sharp and flat as all five fingers pointed at the direction of the freak show. Stockman took a breath, using his hands as a guide to calm himself as well as she before he could try to explain his findings.

"Mistress Karai… the changes we have been seeing overtime. This is the result of that."

"They've lost their minds?" Karai spit her words out, clearly upset. Stockman delayed his head nod, upsetting her more that what she had feared had come true.

"They're changing back. All four of them are doing so simultaneously. The green ooze we have used on them may have changed the turtles permanently but for them… This was just temporary." Karai shook her head.

"No. I need them, I need all four of them to go forward-." Stockman cut her off. Both forearms swung in front of his chest in an 'X' formation to make her stop her rambling.

"They're done!" He spoke firmly. Karai, although stunned that he had the surprise courage to raise his voice at her, had to understand and listen to her head scientist. Stockman was expecting some type of punishment, but after seeing her submission to actually listen to him hit him enough to almost forget what he was doing. In a minute, the idea came back to him and he proceeded. "Even if we did have enough ooze to remutate them, they won't act any better." The scientist turned away and waved for her to follow him. The people watching the show barely moved to let Stockman through, but once Karai's presence was known, they didn't think twiceto move away. Sensing that they were in need of a private conversation, a few left to watch the other two creatures locked in their room. The others quickly caught on and followed suit. Karai stepped up the the window. She saw the both of them, the pig and the rhino, twitching and spazzing out on the floor, looking as if they were paralyzed and helpless on the floor. "Overtime we've ran some neurological tests and diagnostics on all four. Slowly, their "brain power" has been decreasing. They're losing their minds." The female Shredder states on. From the pig's mouth, slobber ran from his fowls and pooled onto the floor.

"So, that's it? No more mutant power but we have two already stupid animals and now we add two incapable humans to add to the list." She sighed, defeated. Stockman nodded.

"I know this pushes back our plans, but this is all we've got."

Karai wasn't sure what to do. Her initial plans counted for the two of them to be her intimidation and manpower to her womanly reign, and now they lay helpless on the floor, destroying themselves because mutagen was destroying their brains.

"What do we do with them?" She really had no clue this time. Normally, she'd have a base plan for everything, but her mind was already too busy trying to conjure up a new plan to work around the absence of her mutant power. Stockman scratched his head.

"It would be best to set the animals free." He ingested. Karai shook her head, keeping her eyes low.

"You are right. I have no use for them anymore, let alone the space."

"But now, Jazz and Jonathan. What are we going to do with them?"

"Who?" She looked up, lost. Stockman raised a brow.

"The men. They had names before they became mutants." He spoke evenly, but his expression read 'how-can-you-be-so-ignorant-and-not-know-that-they-had-names?'. The woman lifted a brow too, but instead of being confused, she was telling him to not get too comfortable with her eyes. Seeing this, Stockman backed down by lowering his brown eyes. Karai may be shorter and smaller than he was, but forbid she was not intimidating. "Should we place them in a mental ward perhaps?" He suggested, voice cracking some.

"We do that, the government could track is down. We aren't exactly being looked for by the FBI now, are we? We kill them." The way she delivered her suggestion dropped a ball in the scientist's stomach.

"But-."

"Animals may live, not our problem in the long run. Men must die." Karai charged the words down his throat, wanting to give him no reason to fight them back.

"T-t-they" he stuttered. "They are people." The man nearly whined.

"Not the way they have been acting recently." She looked back into the window. The mutants were the same as they were. Overtime, their activity slowed down as their bodies grew tired from reacting to the change's effects.

It hurt to see them this way. If it didn't effect Karai, it did a number on Stockman. His own blood lay on the floor flinging his spine. Seeing the dilated eyes of the pig took him back many years ago. They were both back home, both adolescences at their aunt's run down home. He remembered Jazz, his dumb little cousin who would always drag him around to pelt neighborhood birds with a slingshot. Stockman would be reluctant at first, but somehow that little sucker would always reel him in, telling him that they can open them up and see what's inside. Biology was his drug, anyways. They did some bad things as kids, but as children, they were nothing but fun memories. And now, that same cousin was betrayed by him and was now losing what little humanity he had left. The guilt couldn't leave, for it hasn't ever since he tricked him into that pod.

"What if I can get them to think clearly again, just like they were before." He suggested, the words almost fumbled out of his mouth.

"Stockman, there is-."

"Please, let me try." He pleaded. Karai looked him in the eye. He was assertive, but scared. Whatever Stockman was holding back on, he felt as if everything were all on him. The female Shredder thought for a moment for any repercussions that could possibly fall back on her.

"I give you two weeks, but it mustn't get in the way of your current duties." She granted. The scientist smiled, nearly giggling that she had given him this chance to make everything right again. Noticing how happy he was, she decided that business was done and that she may now move on. Stockman looked through the window again. His smile began to fade for he now realized his deadline. How was he going to start? He wasn't even sure where to begin. Before disappearing from the hall, Karai called behind her. "And keep them locked up." She ordered. There was no need for any accidents in the fragile stages of her plans.