On the other side of the city there was a junkyard. It was filled with discarded metallic scrap. A small ramshackle hut stood near the entrance. Inside the hut there were a few young men, still dressed in their tattered black dogi - ninja outfits. They were all that was left of The Foot.
"Is this it?" one of them asked another.
His friend shrugged. "Everybody else must have been picked up by the police," he said.
"Maybe the others just couldn't find us," the first said, hoping that more of the clan had survived their battle with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
"We all knew this junkyard was our fallback spot."
"Nngghhhh!" said Tatsu, Shredder's enforcer. It was his way of calling the ragtag group to attention. He wasn't much of a talker, but he managed to get his message across.
"Our father...gone! Nggh!" He smashed a sawhorse with his fist. "They will pay! Aiee!" He splintered a wooden table with the side of his hand. "I, Tatsu, now lead. Let any who challenge step forward."
Tatsu once again raised his fist to smash something - this time a chair. He brought the fist down with all his force, but it was stopped, in midair, by another.
"We challenge," the intruder said solemnly.
The Foot Clan looked up.
"His face," said one.
"His voice," said another.
"Master Shredder. Mistress Rose," said Tatsu. He fell to his knees. They all bowed in obedience.
It didn't take long for Shredder to share his plan with The Foot Clan.
"Select the best man from those that remain," he told Tatsu. "I want him to follow the reporter. She is the key to finding the creatures that did this to me." He pointed to his stained clothing and his crumpled armour.
"And next, Master? We rebuild The Foot?"
"No. There is only one thing next." He narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly, savouring the word. "Revenge!"