Hey! I'm back. Thank you to Datninjaturtle, Silver Sentinal + GlazierBlue for reviewing the last chapter.

See chapter 1 for the disclaimer and let's crack on.

There was a beat. Then Leo said – just a touch to loudly. "What do you mean he was dragged!?"

Raph eyes flared and, balling his fists, he snapped. "What do you think I mean!? I mean someone picked him up and dragged him to the edge of the freakin' building!"

"But how did they get him off the building?"

"I DON'T KN-!"

"-Hovercraft." Mikey said, as he pushed the door open.

His two oldest brothers stopped dead and both snapped their heads towards him. "What?" They said, simultaneously.

Mikey shut the door, saying as he did so. "Well, it stands to reason doesn't it? If you're gonna drag a massive alligator, crocodile whatever off a building you're gonna need something to put him in and a – okay maybe not a hovercraft unless you get the Helicarrier, but an aeroplane or something similar would do the trick just as well. The main question is – which one of our many, many enemies A} has access to an aeroplane and B} would benefit from taking Leather-Creep? What?" He asked, seeing the dumbfounded look on his brothers faces.

There was a beat, then Raph said. "You scare me sometimes, Mike."

The youngest brother gave them a beam and a thumbs up.

Leo rubbed his temple and said, tiredly. "Is there anything in particular we can do for you, Mike? Or have you come in just to annoy us?"

"Erm…" Mikey's mind went blank and he racked his mind for the reason he was in here. Then, with a snap of his fingers he remember and declared triumphantly. "Pain relief! I need pain relief! Or rather–" He added, seeing the look of alarm on Leo's face. "-Donnie needs pain relief-"

"-JUST!" Leo burst out, then seeing the look on Mikey's face he lowered his voice and said, through gritted teeth. "Get. Some. Then."

The youngest wasted no time in grabbing some pain relief and fleeing the infirmary. As he hurried down towards Don's room he heard Raph say. "You know, I hate ta a'mit it, but he has a point. Which one of our enemies has access ta something tha' flies?"

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"So . What do you think?" Bishop asked, indicating the machine in front of him.

Stockman cast his eyes up and down it before walking round the machine to examine it further. It was big, about the length of two adult males lying head-to-toe with each other. It resembled a MRI scan machine actually, except that Bishop had attached something to the middle of it so that what it actually resembled was the machine that Frankenstein used to bring his monster alive.

He ran a hand down the side of it, impressed despite himself. However, not wanting to give Bishop the pleasure, he said, in a vague tone of voice. "It's alright, I guess. What does it do?"

Bishop's jaw tightened and he said, steely. "It more than alright. It's cutting-edge new technology. I call it – The Reviver. You put someone or something who's dead in the middle of it-" He indicated the middle of the machine. "You power it up by pressing this red-button here here, energy generates between these two points here-" He indicated the antenna attached to the top of it. "After about five minutes it powers up, zaps the thing in the heart and it should bring it back to life. Now, do you understand or would you like me to dumb it down more?"

Stockman glared and asked. "So it brings the creature back to life does it?"

Bishop nodded.

"Hhmm. And how exactly do we make sure it does our bidding? There's a difference between simply bringing something to life and bringing it to life AND having full control over it."

Bishop's jaw tightened and his fists balled while Stockman smirked at him smugly. Damnit. That was one aspect he over-looked. "We'll invent something." He said, through tightly clenched teeth. "Something that'll allow us to control it. Then we can send it to the turtles lair and it'll kill them. Simple. And then we're one step closer to world domination."

"We'll have to get rid of the Shredder first." Stockman pointed out.

Bishop waved a hand airily. "Details, details. That'll come later. For now – the turtles."