I suppose it is time for another chapter, yes? Sorry it took a little while, but… (bites lip) I'm afraid… (starts crying) I have writer's block again!

Tragic, isn't it? I made the mistake of starting to think what I wanted to write for Suicide II and got sidetracked. I have two different runner-ups for the first chapter and can't decide which I like better. It's driving me nuts!

But I figured I should get at least one more chapter up before I start another story. Don't worry, I swear on pain of death that I won't take longer than three weeks to update or may I never watch the TMNT again!

And you know I'll keep that promise!

Disclaimer: As I sit here typing, working my brain over a creative disclaimer, I realize that I really don't own the TMNT… in any legal way whatsoever!

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Even though Leo now had the blankets to warm him up, Mikey refused to release hold of his brother completely. As cold as he was, Mike was still afraid that Leo might slip back into the reaches of death, though the thought was, thankfully, beginning to subside.

Slowly, Leo became more aware of what was going on around him, much to his little brother's relief. For a while, he'd been shivering uncontrollably, but as he became warmer and his skin began taking back a healthy green tint, Leo finally noticed he was with his brothers and was even able to give them a small smile to reassure them that he was okay.

In fact, despite what he'd just been through, he even looked somewhat happy.

Leo proved this theory when he smiled slightly again, for a different reason, however, this time. "Guess what?" he asked, his voice still a little shaky from the cold. "Sil's still alive."

"What?" Raph asked, obviously doubting it.

"She's alive." His smile faded. "She's one of them."

Mike exchanged glances with his brothers before looking back at the one in his arms. "Sil's with the other kids?"

Leo nodded. Raph shook his head before standing up and gathering the things Leo had dropped upon falling to the floor. "The sick bastard…" he mumbled under his breath.

"And it's not just him," Leo continued, "Stockman works for Bishop now; he has his own Slayer. And it's a kid." He said before having to stop. For the moment, talking was obviously strenuous.

Donny nodded as he heard this. "Stockman said something about that, but he didn't mention him being a kid."

"Why would Stockman do that?" Mikey asked. "I mean, wouldn't an adult be a better fighter?"

"Not exactly." Don explained. "A child, though not as intelligent, is a quick learner and more imaginative. They're also more capable of healing quickly if injured."

Leo tried sitting up. He couldn't completely though, and chose to lean against a wall. Mikey let him go finally, convinced he wasn't about to slip back into that hell anytime soon. "That wasn't all." Leo said. "You'll understand it better than I will, Don."

And then, Leo told them of the Slayer's immense powers, gained through human genomes taken from DNA samples of eighty-eight young children held somewhere in this very building.

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On a computer terminal in another room, Stockman hurriedly planned the night's events. With Leonardo, he felt that all those children were too much. Sure, bearing him down by numbers would work, but it'd be better if the turtle could feel the pain of only a few of the children, but at much greater levels…

"Stockman." A voice sounded to him from the screen. Bishop was checking in.

"Yes, Agent Bishop?" Stockman asked cautiously.

"I trust that you were able to put your theory to work on the turtle?" He looked a little angry, stressed out. "If things are not going well, I may have to-"

"Everything is fine, Bishop." The robot interrupted. "We should have another soldier tonight. However, I am changing my plans slightly."

Bishop looked quite peeved. "And why, may I ask?" That wasn't a question, it was a demand.

"Well," Stockman began, "I feel that eighty-eight, though a wonderful display of force, is overkill. I can torment the turtle just as well, if not better, with a smaller number. And it will be less taxing on the Slayer. In fact, it will give him room for other tasks; other soldiers."

"Hmm…" Bishop thought it over. "And you're sure that this will work?"

Baxter Stockman smiled. "As sure as I am that eighty-eight is divisible by four."

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(smacks self so readers won't have to) I know! It was short! I'm sorry! For this, I promise to have another chapter up by the twenty-ninth or thirtieth.

If you've been on Stealthy Stories, you must likely already know, but for the ones who haven't, you must know that I've been banned from my school library indefinitely. And that's one of my few links to the cybernetic world! Now I'm left with my Dad's house and the public library, neither of which places I get to go to often.

I'm so upset! But at least I can come out of my box. (breathes in fresh, digital air) Thank you, reviewers!

Although it was short, I hope you review again!