chapter 29

"Question, how are we getting to Area 51?" Raphael folded his arms, waiting for an answer. Donatello smiled confidently, Raphael tilted his head and asked as he rose a brow. "What you smiling about?"

"Well." Donatello answered then paused for a moment, continued smiling before resuming with the reply. "When there is a will, there is a way." Pointing toward the building nearby where a hidden chopped waited.

"Donnie, you are the turtle. Let's get going." Mikey stated and had sudden sprung of energetic adrenline, his brothers and allies watched at first then immediately followed shortly afterwards. Momentarily realised as the remaining surviving wolf pack approached and raphael said as he pointed a thumb over his shoulder. "What about them?"

"Can't leave them, they did help out afterall." Casey stated whilst Donatello looked back, proudly and said. "Plently of room in here, hop on in everyone."

Leonardo couldnt agree more as he too said. "Donnie is right, they did assist us here and we can't deny thier loyalty. Let's get going and prepare for the fight of our lives."

Seconds later, the alpha wolf; white fang. Leapt in then his remaining betas followed. "Crud, it's getting crowded in here, donnie." Raph stated. "Indeed." Leatherhead agreed, feeling a slight and somewhat cramped as he tried to ensure the safety of the wolves that had joined them but understood the more help they recieved, the better it can bring victory to thier mission and rescue of thier beloved clan member.

"So, how are we going in?" Raphael wondered, leaning back and tried his best of making more space he could give the saber white and grey beta wolf that felt somewhat cramped. Raphael sighed, gently patted the beast, with assurance despite he lowly growled. "I know buddy."

Raphael softly smiled to the beta wolf, and the wolf looked up then nuzzled in his hand.

Meanwhile...

The cybernetic scientist was selfishly occuied, looking for a way to create a perfect super humanoid body when suddenly interrupted by his assistant doctor that had informed him of thier employer, agent bishop was waiting on the com line. "Doctor Stockman, Agent bishop is on line 2."

Abruptly exhaled, reached to the keyboard and pressed the button, connecting the intercom transition. "Ahh, Agent Bishop." Immediately paused as bishop hissed, demanded for one answer. "Is the room prepared as I had ordered earlier, doctor stockman."

Stockman lowered his head, submissively then answered. "Yes, all is ready agent bishop."

"Excellent. Be sure you make room for two. Have another specimen to toy with. Over and out." The transmition disconnected shortly afterwards. Stockman sighed, well if he could sigh; he would but is unable. Turning slightly over his cybernetic left shoulder and demanded in a low tone. "Prepare another bed, the specimen is coming with company and also double security."

Turned on his heel and walked two feet, from the door whence once asked. "Company? What sort of company?"

"All you need to know is totally basis and do as i requested, understood." Stockman replied, keeping his cybernetic back to the assistant doctor. "Crystal." The doctor answered, submissively obeyed.

"Good, get a move on. Work is to be done."

Stockman ordered, leaving the room and shortly walked down the white walled corridor as he mentally plotted his plan to create his new body which he richly desired, despite agent bishop has informed him many times to be a elevated fail safe untl proper testing in the cloning or genetic engineering a phyiscal body is completed without complications.

Even though had heard all but still ignored as he didnt care. What stockman desires as he sees fit, and believes agent bishop has no understanding knowing it feels to be only a cybernetic being. Reaching for the button to open a door then entered once it had opened, then closed behind him. Raising his glance, walking the last few metres toward a large glass container that monitored a empty, soulless body.

The cybernetic scientist stood by the contianer, continously glared at the clone body. He rose and placed one cybernetic, three fingered hand upon the glass and if he were to shed a tear he would but unable. Realising been a cyborg aint the way to continue his life especially to have his talents to be abused and wasted.

"Oh mama, how did it ever get to here?" he whispered, broken and lost. Waiting to hear her voice, only a vague of empty whisp glided throughout the surrounding and lowered his gaze and with a dry glance, he desired to shed tears but only could moan; tearfully as he was no longer human. The dream of becoming whole as he should, had kept him to continue on living even it is only to linger within a body of a machine.

Raising his eyes once again, allowing his limb to fall beside his side then turned on his heel and left the room, the lights went dim soon he exit the room and the doors closed behind him. Just as stockman stepped out the door, he was approached by two soldiers. "Agent bishop arrived, doctor."

"Fine, follow now soldier dogs." he ordered, brushing past them.

Alrighty, how do you like this one? battle scene as promised is overdue and shall see where it goes. See ya'll in the net chapter. Oh, warning a new breaker alos involved which you'll may laugh or wonder to yourselves why but you'll enjoy it well i hope. see you soon ;-)