"Johnny," Alexandria greeted cutely. She forced a smile as she stared up at the nefarious man on the screen. "It's so good to see you again, baby." Her expression quickly changed to a pout. "But I was hoping you'd be here in person."

"I might have been…" Bishop responded, adjusting his glasses. "…if you hadn't taken so long to come back to me, my dear."

The black-masked ninja shrugged her shoulders. "I've been busy. You're at the bottom of my very long priority list."

"I'm honored to have made your list at all, especially now that you've come to follow through," he told her. His gaze again passed over the four mutant males gathered in the room. "Though I wasn't expecting you to bring company."

"Neither was I," she insisted, arms settling over her chest. "I wanted you all to myself, but somebody…" She shot a hard look at Leonardo. "…insisted that I share."

As all of the attention in the room shifted to him, Leo's face turned bright red – partly from embarrassment and mostly from anger. The lid he kept on his temper had been knocked loose more than once tonight and now it was in danger of blowing off completely. This Bishop madness needed to end and soon.

"Enough with the charade, Bishop!" the terrapin leader snapped. "Why drag us all the way down here?"

"Leonardo," Bishop began, appearing annoyed. "While I recognize your authority as leader of your clan, my business is with Alexandria and I will speak with her. Now kindly keep your mouth shut."

Right eye twitching with suppressed rage, Leo spoke lowly through clenched teeth. "I will no-..."

"Mouth shut," the E.P.F. commander interrupted and promptly turned his attention back to Andria.

"That was a bit mean" she admonished although the smirk on her face belied her amusement at seeing Leo put in his place. "I think you hurt his feelings."

"I only care about your feelings," Bishop replied. He studied the female, taking note of her overall calm demeanor. "Or lack thereof, rather. I assumed you'd be upset at seeing your precious Hawkthames sliced and diced by Vincent Sharar not even three weeks after he murdered your dear daddy."

There was a slight disturbance in the room as the Hamato brothers were finally made aware of the mysterious white-haired man's identity. They all shifted uncomfortably, glancing at each other and then back at Andria. That she remained so collected was both astonishing and disturbing given her record for reacting emotionally.

"What upsets me, Johnny," Andria began, "is that I had to find out this way that you're in bed with Vinnie. And what I want to know is how the two of you met and how long your little love affair has been going on."

Bishop looked amused as he replied. "It's quite the story, I assure you. We met almost three years ago through a mutual business connection. Vincent was seeking resources and support for the civil war he was planning and funding on Deyelaari and my variety of services fit the bill."

The lone female rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "So Vinnie was the puppet master pulling the strings throughout that whole fiasco." Her expression became one of mock surprise and her tone heavy with sarcasm. "That's so shocking. I never would have suspected him. He really covered up his tracks, didn't he?"

"It's amazing what you can accomplish with the right amount of money placed in the right hands," Bishop told her.

"Indeed," Andria agreed. "You must be garnering a hefty profit being Vinnie's lover boy. Tell me, how much do you get for helping him torture a prince to death?"

"Oh, Hawkthames wasn't tortured to death," the human revealed. "Thanks to the brave rescue efforts of his little brother Knaxx he's alive and back to running amuck." He grinned when he noticed her skeptical expression. "Don't believe me? Allow me to prove it to you then. Here's a live feed from a pub in Ashlov where he's been for the last three hours."

The large screen split into two frames. On the right, Bishop continued to observe his audience and on the left was a lengthy code of green numbers that meant nothing to the turtles. As they watched, the numbers flashed, disappeared, and were replaced by scene of mild activity in pub-like setting. It was obvious that the source camera was being wielded by a person, no doubt one of Bishop's men undercover. Blue-gray smoke drifted throughout the air, a product of the cigars and cigarettes that hung from the mouths of the various human and non-human persons gathered at rounded tables. The chatter was lively, punctuated by laughter and the chink of glasses as drinks were poured and consumed. Moving through the crowd, the camera came to settle on a table furthest from the bar and closest to a giant glass window. There, with his back to the wall, sat the unmistakable Hawkthames dressed in black.

Booted feet crossed at the ankles and resting atop the table, the prince was tipped back in his chair. A cigarette dangled from the corner of his lips. Reaching up, he plucked it from his mouth and loosed a puff of smoke before sipping the amber liquid in his glass. In his left hand he held what appeared to be playing cards which he was eyeing with amusement. Leaning forward, he snatched another card from the stack in the middle of the table. As he examined it, he stuck his cigarette back into his mouth. After a couple seconds consideration, Hawk tossed the card back down.

Two people were also seated at Hawk's table. Both appeared to be human – one a young male with a shock of bright purple hair and the other an much older burly male with a gray ponytail and a long, thick beard of matching color. They both looked at the card that Hawk had discarded. The old man shook his head in disbelief while the younger laughed and picked it up. He said something to Hawk in some indiscernible language but with a clearly mocking tone. Hawk snorted, offered a retort, puffed his cigarette, and the small group continued with its game.

Alexandria was holding back a smile. Seeing Hawk alive and acting like his usual self had given her immeasurable relief. It had also made her painfully aware of how much she missed him. For weeks now, she had been trying to force thoughts of him and her life on Deyelaari out of her mind in hopes that doing so would make the separation more bearable. Clearly, that had been the wrong thing to do because now grief, guilt, and doubt were starting to attack her mercilessly.

The idea that the live feed might actually be prerecorded video occurred to her. At about that time, Hawk lifted his right hand to scratch at a spot on his neck. Doing so pulled his low-cut shirt open, revealing a portion of the scar that could only have come from Sharar's handiwork and the edges of a new tattoo that hadn't been present in the video depicting his torture. Just as it began to feel like Hawk's current predicament was of no real danger, the entire pub fell dead silent as a group of men came bursting through the back door of the establishment.

Each of the dozen newcomers were clad in crisp, brown suits and crowned with matching caps. At the front of the entourage was Sharar's trusted lackey - the small and rotund Ferguson. Pub patrons stared at him expectantly. Glancing around, Ferguson barked out a question in his Scottish brogue.

"Where is the prince?!"

Instantly, every hand, claw, and tentacle in the place pointed at Hawk's table. Hawkthames glanced up and grinned at Ferguson. He dropped his cards, extinguished his cigarette in the table's ashtray, downed the rest of his drink, and rose from his chair. His purple-haired companion also rose to his feet and pulled a gun from the inside of his jacket, aiming it between the prince's gray eyes. Hawk acted quickly, seizing the man's wrist and forcing his arm upwards so that the bullet fired out of surprised reaction impacted the ceiling. He then grabbed the man by the neck, turned, and slammed him headfirst into the wall. As the now unconscious man slipped towards the floor, Hawk relieved him of his weapon and wielded it defensively.

"Don't just stand there!" Ferguson yelled, lashing out at his accomplices. "Get him, you idiots!"

The uniformed men rushed forward, their own guns drawn. On-lookers scrambled to get out of the way, unwilling to be caught in the midst of what would surely be a gruesome blood bath. When his enemies were within a few feet, Hawk grabbed the edge of the table and flung it towards them sending booze, cards, and cigarettes flying. He then aimed the gun at the window and fired twice, shattering the glass. Seizing his brown cloak off the back of his chair, Hawk shoved the gray-haired man out of the way and bounded through his self-made exit.

"Don't let him escape!" the fat man screamed.

A chase ensued with Ferguson, his men, and the cameraperson hustling after the runaway. They jumped through the glassless window onto a poorly paved street dented with potholes and minimally lit by a few streetlamps. Glancing around frantically, Hawk was spotted turning down an alley near the far end of the street. The group ran after him, spurred on by Ferguson's angry shouts. As they reached the mouth of the alley, they were flooded by a pair of bright headlights. Arms thrown up to shield their vision, they leapt out of the way as an engine revved. On his ass in the dirt, Ferguson stared dumbfounded as a helmetless Hawk approached on a borrowed motorcycle, slowing enough to offer him a rude hand gesture before speeding off around the corner. Enraged, Ferguson threw his hat to the ground, kicking and cussing at the men nearest to him to chase after the delinquent prince before he got away for good.

Ending the video feed, Bishop filled the entire screen once more. His expression was neutral as he looked to Andria. She could no longer contain a smile for Hawk's antics rarely failed to entertain her.

"So as you could see, your lover boy is perfectly fine," he concluded as he tucked his hands beneath his chin. "One hundred percent recovered."

"You're awfully chipper for a predator that just lost its prey," Alexandria observed.

"Oh, he isn't my prey," Bishop said with of a shake of his head. "I personally have no interest in the boy. This pointless pursuit of him is at the behest of Vincent and I offered up a few of my men to help trail Hawkthames purely to maintain our working relationship. You see, Vincent is under the impression that Hawkthames is the key to finding you and I'd rather he continue to think that."

"You mean, you haven't told him that you know where I am?" the girl guessed.

She locked eyes with Bishop who merely allowed the corners of his mouth to curl upward. Understanding the nonverbal reply, Andria began to laugh uncontrollably. The sound, tinged with borderline hysteria, unsettled the four brothers.

"You know, Johnny, "she said when she had finally calmed. Her expression was one of mirth. "If you play with fire you're going to get burned. Vinnie is the last person you should ever double-cross. You've got to be insane for even trying it."

"Please," Bishop scoffed and rolled his eye. "To a lesser person, Vincent Sharar is a threat, but to me he's nothing but a pawn in a far greater game. I'll play him as long as I can, but eventually he's going to be removed from the board."

"No honor among scum, huh?" Andria mused. "I can't believe you'd break Vinnie's heart like that."

"Am I hearing you correctly?" asked Bishop. "Are you sympathizing with Vincent? That's surprising considering that if it wasn't for him, you probably never would have met me." He paused for thought. "But then again, if it wasn't for him, you never would have existed so I guess I understand why you'd want to defend him."

Andria's forehead wrinkled. "What do you mean?"

Her confusion made the suited man chuckle. "Almost seventeen years ago a cargo ship was sailing off the California coast between Santa Barbara and San Diego. That ship was called Alexandria and the owner of that ship was Vincent Sharar who ordered his crew to dump nearly 420 gallons of experimental genotoxins into the ocean. He only intended to get rid of some unwanted product, but he ended up accidentally creating you." With his index finger, he shoved his glasses back up his nose. "Purely out of curiosity, Vincent told his men to remove you from the water so that he could look at you, but before they could, you were snatched by a man who had been trying for years to disrupt Vincent's plans. That man was Isamu Lotus."

The atmosphere inside the warehouse room had grown extremely uncomfortable. Leo, Donnie, Raph, and Mikey all recalled Andria telling them that her mutation had been a result of an accidental chemical spill. Never would they have suspected that Sharar was behind it and, judging by the distressed look that the brothers saw on her face, neither had she. Andria suddenly found breathing to be much more difficult as she tried to keep panic at bay.

"Okay, wait…" Donnie interjected suddenly, waving a hand frantically. Even his brilliant mind was struggling to comprehend all the new information that was being shared. "How do you know all this?"

"You're not the only one who can hack a file, Donatello," Bishop replied.

"But…" he protested, thinking back to their previous encounter with Bishop. "…but what you're saying now is contradicting some of the things you told us the last time we were here…"

"I was lying then," the man confessed dryly. "I do that. You four should be well aware of that by now."

"…so…let me see if I've got this right," the genius posed with all eyes focused on him. "…Sharar wanted to start a civil war on Deyelaari…but he didn't want people to know he was behind it so he had someone else act as the party responsible for overthrowing Domenixx…and Sharar hired you to eliminate anyone rebelling against his cause, right?"

"In a nutshell, yes, that is correct," Bishop confirmed.

"…but if Andria was part of the rebellion…" Don continued, holding a finger to his temple as he sorted his thoughts. "…wouldn't Sharar have told you about her then?"

"Sharar was far too busy at the time to concern himself with the finite details of the war," Bishop answered. "All he knew was that a group was creating problems that hindered his ultimate goal and he told me to deal with it however I pleased. It wasn't until after the war when I was debriefing him about my activities that he learned of Alexandria's involvement. Even then, he only disclosed to me that she was someone he would have preferred to see dead. I didn't give it a second thought until I heard about you and your brothers and learned that all five of you turtles were mutant freaks. It was while I was searching for the source of your mutations that I made the discovery of just how deeply connected Alexandria is to Sharar," Here, Bishop glanced at the girl. "Imagine my surprise when I found out that the man you've called 'father' all these years is actually your abductor while the man you've always been told to call 'enemy' is your real father."

A cold laugh escaped the female turtle. Donatello's questions had given her a chance to calm her breathing. "Forgive me if I find that a little hard to believe seeing as how Sharar's been trying to kill me my whole entire life."

"Sharar is the child who sees someone else playing with the toy he wants," the E.P.F. commander explained. "If he can't have it, no one can. He hated Isamu and knew that the biggest way to hurt him would have been to destroy you. That was what he was trying to do that night in February. Isamu was purposely told about the shipment Sharar was receiving was in order to set a trap for you and your little family so that Sharar could kill you. He would have succeeded, too, had I not intervened on your behalf."

"Bullshit!" Alexandria shouted. All throughout Bishop's spiel she had steadily gotten angrier until she finally burst. She clenched her fists to stop her hands from shaking with rage. "You weren't there that night!"

"You didn't see me that night," Bishop corrected. "But I was there and I managed to convince Vincent to spare you."

Andria was not convinced. "There's no way you could have known what Sharar was planning!"

A toothy grin spread across Bishop's face. "My dear, who do you think procured that shipment for Sharar?"

Andria could feel the blood drain from her face. It couldn't be true. Bishop had to be lying. She tried to accuse him thus, but the words caught in her throat, coming out as choked nonsense.

"You want me to explain further?" Bishop surmised. "Very well." Taking his glasses from his face, he inspected them closely for smudges on the lenses. "Understand, Alexandria, that my association with Sharar did not end with the war and then randomly pick up again. No, I have been on his pay roll on a fairly regular basis over the last couple of years." Bishop retrieved a cleaning cloth from inside his black jacket and began to polish his glasses. "That February shipment was supposed to be just another run-of-the mill deal. But like any other business partner of mine, I keep close tabs on Sharar for…insurance purposes." Holding up his glasses, he checked them again. "So when I found out that he planned to use our arrangement as a means to exterminate you, I was quite vexed…" Satisfied that they were clean, Bishop put his glasses back on. "…and thus decided to thwart his plans. Instead of a nuisance, I made Sharar realize that you are valuable prize worth far more alive than dead. That is the sole reason that your so-called brother Kenta was able to drag you back from the brink of death and take you home that night."

"Why?" Alexandria asked quietly after a few silent moments had past. He gaze was fixed on her feet. "Why would you go to all that effort?"

"Isn't it obvious?" he questioned rhetorically. "I want you for myself. I thought we established that the last time we met."

"I don't care how fucking bad ya want her, Bishop!" Raphael spoke up from amongst the group of turtles. He scowled savagely at the man on screen. "Ya ain't gonna get her! Find someone else ta experiment on fer yer mad scientist shit!"

Bishop turned his critical eye on the red-masked ninja. "If you think that Alexandria's worth is limited to a mere science project then you are seriously mistaken, Raphael. True, she is an exceedingly rare genetic marvel, but she is so much more than that. Alexandria has the aptitude of a politician, a soldier, and a leader – characteristics I'd want someone working for me to possess." He switched his gaze back to the girl. "By the way, Alexandria, may I be the last to congratulate you on your most recent promotion to lieutenant."

This bit of news set the room abuzz once more. Swearing inwardly, Andria clenched her jaw and stared down at the floor. It was information that should have stayed unshared.

"Lieutenant?" Michelangelo repeated, scratching his head in confusion.

"Promotion?" Donatello questioned.

"The hell is he talking about, Blades?" Raphael growled, eyes flipping back and forth between her and Bishop.

Leonardo stared at her in disbelief. "You're a soldier…" There was no way this could be true. Andria was a ninja. "…in the army...on Deyelaari?"

"A lieutenant in the army on Deyelaari," Bishop emphasized, his expression smug. "Very few people in the history of the planet have risen in the ranks as fast as Alexandria has." He turned his gaze from Leo back to the girl. "I'm sure your dead daddy would be very proud." Seeing her wince, his smile widened. "What? You didn't tell them about that? Then you must not have told them about your title either, Princess."

"Say what now?!" Mikey exclaimed, speaking for all of his brothers who were staring at the black-clad female.

Alexandria glared daggers at Bishop. "I am not a Princess..."

"By a technical legality you are," the bespectacled human argued. "You are officially a registered member of the emperor's household and even as we speak he is fighting to obtain full guardianship of you." Bishop fiddled with his tie. "You've spent half your life living inside that palace. Domenixx lovingly refers to you as his daughter. You've been bedded by both of his sons. You're treated as royalty and introduced as royalty. Don't kid yourself, Alexandria. You are every bit the Princess you were destined to be."

"That isn't destiny!" Andria countered, her tone noticeably angry.

Bishop looked at her pityingly. "Really, how can you be so naïve? Have you never wondered about the arrangement between Isamu and Domenixx? Why an emperor would take in and protect a child that wasn't his? It wasn't just because he was your father's friend. It was an investment for the future. All the training and education you've received while on Deyelaari was to shape you into a proper queen for the forthcoming emperor Knaxx…"

"Shut up!" the black-clad turtle bellowed, her face contorted with rage. "That's not true! It's all lies! You're fucking lying again you son of a bitch!"

"I can understand your distrust," Bishop said. "But if you really don't believe me, why not ask Kenta about your arranged nuptials?" He held up a forefinger as he added an afterthought. "And while you're at it you can pass along a free warning from me. Tell your brother he better start watching whose toes he steps on as he conducts his business before he scuffs the wrong shoes."

Andria stared at him blankly. "What in the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh, he'll know exactly what I'm talking about," the man assured. A beeping noise suddenly sounded. Bishop looked at his watch and frowned. "As much as I enjoy speaking with you, I have other matters that need attending to right now. We'll have to continue this another time."

"Hang on," Mikey inserted, raising a hand. "Aren't you going to, like, capture us and take us back to your lab? That's kind of your thing, you know…"

Bishop chuckled. "While I would love to play host, Michelangelo, I'm afraid I don't have the means to accommodate any of you at the moment. Furthermore, I believe that it would be best for Alexandria if she stays here in New York for a while to really bond with you boys. Spring is coming and I'd hate to take away the opportunity for you all to act like the animals you really are by removing you from your natural habitat." He looked at Andria and smiled wide. "Have fun, Alexandria, but try and be gentle with them. I know just how aggressive you can get."

Mouth gaping open, Andria squeaked with embarrassment as her cheeks turned bright red. She wished desperately that a hole would open in the floor beneath her feet and swallow her so she could escape this shame. The hot burn of the turtle brothers' gazes bored into her, especially those of Raph and Leo. It was quickly becoming more than she could bear. Then Bishop broke the awkward silence.

"Clearly, you still have questions," he said, nothing the confused expressions that the Hamato sons wore. "You'll find some answers on here." As he spoke, the computer orb glowed yellow and ejected the flash drive. "Donatello, I trust you'll know what to do with that device."

The purple-masked ninja stared at Bishop for a second then looked to Leonardo who gave him a single nod. Stepping over to the computer, Donnie extended a hand and retrieved the flash drive. He tucked it into his belt for safekeeping.

"Bishop…" Andria started to say.

"Have we lost the intimacy of a first name basis?" Bishop interrupted. "I was growing quite fond of your little nickname for me." He saw her face darken and smirked. "You're mad at me. I don't blame you. No one wants to hear that their daddy is a self-serving liar instead of the saint they always thought him to be. Or perhaps you're mad that I'm leaving you behind once again?" When she gave no reply, he chuckled. "Rest assured, Alexandria, I will be back for you as soon as Sharar is out of the picture." Bishop then addressed the room at large. "This warehouse has served its purpose. It's going to be destroyed tonight. I suggest you not be here when that happens." He threw a salute. "Ciao."

His smug face disappeared as the screen turned black. The assemblage of mutant turtles stared at the large monitor as silence settled over them. Each one was trying to process all that had happened since they entered the warehouse. Just as Michelangelo was about to share his thoughts, strobe lights began to flash and an alarm began to sound.

"Sounds like our cue to leave," Leonardo said while glancing around at his subordinates. "Let's go."

As one the brothers headed for the door. Realizing his group was short a member, Leo paused and turned back in search of Andria. The girl hadn't moved from her position at all. He called out to her, but she didn't respond in the slightest.

The only noise that registered with Andria was the obnoxious alarm. Her gaze drifted from the screen up to the flashing lights overhead. She didn't feel at all concerned that the building could drop on her at any second. Part of her mind was willing it to happen. The same part of her mind that must have controlled her ability to walk for her feet seemed rooted to the spot. She didn't know how long she stood there, but all of a sudden she was picked up and flung over someone's shoulder to be carried out of the room.

Andria caught a glimpse of leaf green colored legs and realized that it was Leo who held her. He was less than gentle, gripping her tightly around the middle. Every running step he took jarred her as the small ninja clan fled the warehouse. Cool air hit her body as they exited out into the alley and her eyes worked to readjust to the darkness. Leo didn't slow for a second, directing his brothers from behind as they charged through side streets. Then they were ascending to the top of a building and Andria grew dizzy as the ground shrank away from her upside down point of view. Her fingers clutched at Leo as he bounded between rooftops and she prayed that he would stop soon.

The leader halted when they heard a distant boom. Safe up on the roof of an apartment building, Leo and his brothers spun around to look in the direction of the river. Smoke was billowing towards the sky in the location where the warehouse should have been. They stood transfixed, watching the fire and reflecting on yet another escape from Bishop. Alexandria used the opportunity to wriggle free from Leo's grip. Landing gracefully on her fee, she shoved the larger turtle away then turned on her heel and marched to the opposite edge of the roof where she stopped and looked out over the city below.

"What in the fuck was that?!" Raphael demanded angrily, speaking to Alexandria's shell."Huh?!"

Andria had no response for him. The gravity of the situation was finally hitting her full force. Unclipping the radio that was still attached to her hip, she flung it against the brick wall of the neighboring building, breaking it into pieces. Her limbs began to shake and her lip quivered. Sirens began to wail as fire trucks raced to the demolished warehouse. Pressing her hands to the side of her head, Andria tried to fend off the mental breakdown she was on the verge of having.

"Well, I guess we know why you didn't want us coming with you tonight," Leonardo stated when she failed to answer. "It would have been much easier for you to keep lying to us if we would have stayed home."

The way Andria stiffened was clearly an indication that Leo had just said the wrong thing. At least, it was clear to Donnie and Mikey. Both groaned inwardly at their brother's idiocy.

"No!" the black-clad ninja yelled, whipping around to face Leo. "I didn't want you to come along tonight because I figured Bishop would pull something like this! Spew a bunch of lies and feed you shit! I was afraid that you would choose to believe him over me and that is exactly what you're doing!"

"I am not!" Leo argued, advancing on the girl. "I'm just trying to understand why you wouldn't tell us who you really are! A soldier?! A-a princess?! Are you kidding me?!"

"I didn't tell you because I couldn't!" she countered, standing her ground. "I was told to go to New York and keep my fucking mouth shut! So if you want to get pissy at someone get at pissy at Kenta because that was his decision! Not mine!" Andria looked Leo up and down before jabbing a finger at him. "Why are you mad that I was following orders?!"

"Oh, so you'll follow anybody's orders but mine?!"

"Maybe you should try being a leader worth following! Then I might listen to you!"

Leonardo bristled as she drove that dagger into his ego. The urge to strike her rose within him once more. He managed to keep it at bay even as his hands curled into fists.

"I highly doubt that you'll ever be able to listen!" he shouted. "Just like I doubt that I'll ever be able to trust you!"

Andria rubbed at her temples which throbbed from the massive headache that was assaulting her brain. She was tired of fighting and she was sick of Leo. Enough was enough.

"You know what, Leo? You are absolutely right," she relented. Letting her hand fall away, she stared up at him with resolution. "You will never trust me and I will never trust you. But we don't have to worry about that anymore. I'll be gone within the hour." Turning, she took a few steps and leapt up onto the roof ledge. "I quit."

And with that, Andria ran to the end of the building and jumped off. Stunned, Leo stared at the space where she had disappeared. HIs brothers were equally shocked and glanced at each other uncertainly. Snapping back to his senses, Leo rushed to the edge of the roof and looked around frantically for the girl. She was already a few buildings over, booking it on a path that more than likely led to the lair.

"Andria, wait!" the katana-wielder hollered, already regretting the way he had spoken to her. "Andria!"

Whether she was too far away to hear him or she was ignoring him, Leo didn't know. What he did know was that no matter how mad he was at her, he didn't want her to leave. She was special to him.

"Come on!" he called back over his shoulder to his brothers and motioned for them to follow. "We need to catch up to her!"

It was a struggle. Not only did Andria have the advantage of a head start, she could also move much faster than the bulkier males. Leo hoped that she might get lost in the yet unfamiliar city, but that did not seem to be an issue for her. In a final desperate attempt to overtake her, he took his team on one of their many shortcuts, entering the sewers much earlier than they normally would. The brothers rounded a bend and arrived at the lair's main entrance just as Andria approached it from the opposite direction. Feet slipping in the mud, the five turtles skidded to a stop and stood, males versus female, staring at each other. Their chests heaved as they tried to regain their breath.

"…Andria…don't leave…" Leonardo panted, bent slightly from the stitch in his side. "...please…can we just…talk…?

Alexandria scowled and shook her head. "No….I'm done trying to talk to you…"

She turned and began the complicated process of opening the door.

"Andria!" Leo protested and grabbed her shoulder.

Tensing, the girl twisted around and punched him squarely in the mouth. Leo released her instantly and instead felt his busted lip. The taste of blood came to his tongue.

"Don't you ever touch me again!" she screamed at him.

A second later, the door opened and Andria hustled inside, hell bent on packing her few possessions and leaving for good. The boys followed at a cautionary distance, wary of her unpredictable behavior. Just as she was about to pass the living room, Andria heard her name being called.

"Alexandria," Master Splinter said loudly. "Wait, Alexandria."

Resentfully, Andria stopped and pivoted in the direction of the ninja master. It was then that she realized Splinter had company. As he stood up from the couch, so did April and Casey. But there was also a third human rising from the single arm chair that the room contained.

Black hair neatly combed, blue eyes shining brightly, and white suit pressed perfectly.

Andria snorted derisively. "And just when I thought my night couldn't get any better, my big brother Kenta comes for a visit."

AN: Drama much? I either cleared some things up or confused the heck out of people. If it's the latter more answers will be coming.

Up Next: Kenta has some 'splaining to do and so does Andria. She won't be happy to hear that she can't have her way. Things are tense once again between her and Splinter's sons and her relationship with Leo may be damaged beyond repair.

Some chapters that may be helpful refreshers:

2 (for the origin story Andria told April/Casey/TMNT)

6 (details about the night Isamu)

8 (Andria and the boys first encounter Bishop)

11 (Andria's memory of her dad)

15 (Sharar being an evil shit and more details about Isamu's death)

21 (More of Sharar being an evil shit)