April's cell phone goes off.

Spike glances up. "Who is it?"

April reaches for it and flips it over. "Donnie!" She answers it. "Hi, Don, what's up? Hm. Mm hmm. Oh. Oh boy. Well sure, I'll round up the gang and we'll be right up. Of course we'll be careful. Talk to you later. Bye." She hangs up and turns. "Donatello says that they're on stakeout, and they found bombs. Several of them. Filled with a toxic gas. Donnie isn't sure what they do yet, but he's trying to disarm them. He wants us to see if we can find any more. Make sure the city is clean in case something happens." Her eyes widen. "What if it's that stuff that Sacks had? Remember? That poison?"

Spike stands. "We're gonna make sure it doesn't go off, whether it's the same stuff or not. Get Irma and Jones and let's go."

~Danger Deals a Blow~

"So, we don't know what this gas does, but we know it's bad news?" Casey asks.

"Yep. We find the bombs and disarm them. Unfortunately, there's four humans, and only one of us is Irma," April says. "So we stick together."

"I'm the only one that can disarm a bomb then, huh?" Irma asks.

"You're the only one we trust. I'd probably wind up blasting us all to bits." Spike raises her hands. "Butterfingers."

"Okay." Irma glances around the top of the building. "Did Donnie say if there's a pattern?"

"No."

"So we just look? Around New York City? We could be up here days!" Casey says.

Irma shrugs. "Not necessarily. If I can get a reading on it, I'll plug it into this scanner." She holds up a pocket sized scanning device. "It'll go ding when there's stuff."

"Nice technobabble," April teases. "Let's go."

~Danger Deals a Blow~

"We've been out here for hours," Spike mutters. "Not a single bomb. Maybe the others got them all?"

"It's possible, but not probable," Irma admits. She glances around and points. "Might that be one?"

A square metal container sits on the roof. Irma jogs over and pries the lid off, staring at the set of wires. "Lovely."

April points to the canister of gas. "What's that?"

"I don't know," Irma says. "I suggest we don't touch it." She glances at the side and her eyes bug. "Want the good news or the bad news?"

"Good news first," Casey says.

"We got here in time?"

"Bad news?"

"It's on a timer! Scheduled for a minute till it goes off!"

50th Chapter, people! Thanks so much for reading, and please leave a review to let me know what you thought! As always, I'll see you in the next chapter!