Hey! I'm back, sorry again for the delay. Works been crazy. So first up – thank you to Datninjaturtle, AndiKaneUnderwood, GlazierBlue, Curious Heather + Silver Sentinal for reviewing the last chapter.

Silver Sentinal – you will just have to wait and see. The answer to your question will hopefully be revealed within the next few chapters.

So. Now we go back to Bishop and Stockman who, the last time we saw them, were plotting world domination. However, there's just a few snags they need to iron out first…

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

"STOCKMAN!" The bellow from the lab next door made said Stockman stop dead in his tracks. Which was rather unfortunate as he was carrying about twenty pieces of various mechanical items that wobbled precariously when he stopped. Terrified, he looked up at the pile and let out a sigh of relief when they finally stopped wobbling.

"STOCKMAN!" This time the bellow was accompanied by a slam of Stockman's lab-door as it crashed open. The pile wobbled again, gave up the fight and tumbled to the floor, practically breaking the mad scientist's big toe as it did so.

"I've come up with the solution to our problem!" Bishop declared, seemingly not noticing his fellow scientist jumping round the room clutching his foot in agony.

"Oh yes?" Stockman said, snarkily, collapsing into a nearby chair. "Pray tell."

"I've invented this." Bishop said, holding out what looked like a helmet with two metal sticks thrust through the top of it. "What do you think?"

The younger man started at it in disbelief then held out his hands for a closer look.

Bishop grinned and handed it over, while explaining precisely what it did. "We put it on the animal and then it uses the creature's own brainwaves – limited though they may be – to power it. We then use the machine I've got in the next room to talk to it and the idea is that the creature will do exactly what we tell it to do."

"The idea?" Baxter said, pouncing on the sign of weakness. "You've not actually tested this? Amateur."

Bishop's brow furrowed as he said through gritted teeth. "I thought you may want to come and witness it. Though if you're going to be a child about it-"

"-No, no. I'll come. I can't wait to see this."

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"…So what decade did you nick this from again? 1910's was it?"

Bishop shot his smaller companion a glare and said, through gritted teeth. "Stockman, you are testing my patience…"

Realising the warning, Stockman wiped the smug smirk off his face and said, meekly. "I apologise. Now, how does it work?"

"First, we need a un-willing volunteer. Which thankfully, I have. HENCHMEN!" Bishop bellowed suddenly. "BRING IN THE CREATURE!"

Massaging his ear, Stockman said. "I though you hadn't tested it yet?"

Not even bothering to dignify that with an answer Bishop simply indocated the henchman that was walking in through the door holding some sort of lead.

"What the…" Stockman whispered.

Because attached to the other end of the lead was an crocodile. Or an alligator. Stockman had never claimed himself to be an expert with reptiles.

"Behold!" Bishop said, with a grin boarding on insane. "The test-subject!"

"That's an alligator!"

"Crocodile, actually. But whatever. Allow me to demonstrate. Johnson, if you would be so kind…"

'Johnson' with the quickness of Usain Bolt straddled the alligator and wrestled an elastic band onto its snout while it bucked below him and tried to throw him off.

When the agent had manged that he looked at Bishop, who handed him the helmet, with a warning of 'Be careful with it.'; and proceeded to attach the helmet to the alligators head.

"…How is that possible?" Stockman asked the ceiling.

"I'm a U.S Government Official. I defy impossible. Now…" With a swirl of his coat he marched over to the machine in the corner and flicked it on. It came to life with a flash of light and the sound of an angry bee-hive. "Prepare to be amazed!" He shouted over the din. Although its fair to say Stockman didn't hear the last bit because he was watching the crocodile who had gone from looking at them all like it wanted to murder them to standing completely still and looking straight ahead. All it needed was a dunce hat and the effect would be complete.

After a couple of minutes however nothing much more had happened and Stockman, risking his life in the process, called over to Bishop. "Are you sure that thing is on properly?"

"OF COURSE IT'S ON PROPERLY! CAN YOU NOT HEAR THE NOISE!? It just…takes a while."

Stockman nodded and looked back to the crocodile. Still nothing. After about another five minutes Bishop ran a hand through his hair and said. "I think I'm going to get a coffee while we're waiting. Do you want one?"

"No! I'm in the middle of scientific genius here!" a beat, then. "Although if you're going that way-"

He never got to complete the rest of the sentence, because there was a horrible burning smell, followed by an explosion of smoke and what can only be described as a scream by the poor crocodile as it thrashed around the small lab for a few seconds then simply collapsed.

It was safe to say there was quite a long pause after this but after about 5 minutes Stockman risked incurring Bishop's wrath as he asked. "…Was that meant to happen?"

"Of course it wasn't!" Bishop snapped, poking his head up above the machine. "It was supposed to do our bidding not give us a free barbecue!"

"I don't know what went wrong…" Bishop moaned as he strode over to the poor animal lying on the ground. "It seemed to be working earlier."

"I thought you said you hadn't tested it?"

"I haven't tested it on a living thing. I switched it on to make sure the connection between the helmet and the stabiliser – that being the machine over there – worked. And it did."

Stockman hummed a bit as he examined the helmet. "My guess would be there's to much energy going into it." He said, after a few minutes. "You need to reduce the amount of energy – which means you need to make that contraption over there –" He pointed to the wall. "Smaller. Then it should work."

Bishop's eyes narrowed. "And how exactly am I meant to do that? My area of speciality is genetics, not mechanics."

Stockman gave him as much as a smile as he dared and said. "Well, lucky for you I'm quite well versed in machines. I can have this done by the end of the month. The turtles won't know what hit them."

Another long pause. The Bishop nodded and said slowly. "Well then. I'll leave it in your hands…Doctor Stockman."

Hey. Again. I know I don't usually do writing at the end as well as the beginning, but I just wanted to say when I was writing this chapter I wanted it to be a little lighter than the others, because let's face it when you get two ego's like Bishop's and Stockman's in a room together I thought…it's not really going to go exactly smoothly is it? Also when people invent things, how often does it go exactly to plan straight away? However I do realise I may have made Bishop at least OOC, if not both of them.

Anyway, see you next time, it won't be until March now, I think.