The story had been a hard sell, but eventually Donatello's logic prevailed after all if they could have lived this long without being discovered why couldn't other people? After much arguing and a third hand set of directions his brothers had arrived at the facility and that is when Donatello learned that his tour had only included the school and administration areas of the complex.

They were now in the sub basement of the complex, the first stop on there tour was the hanger bay. Raph had had to force Mikey out of the room in a head lock and despite repeated threats and warnings the most hyper of his three brothers was still babbling on endlessly about the silver jet that had been parked there in.

"This is the training wing" The professor said in his usual calm and worldly sounding tone.

"Training wing?" Donatello question.

"Yes" The professor answered simply " The training wing gives some of my more… gifted students a chance to practice controlling there powers and learning to use them it defense as well as aggression" .

Mikey made a smart comment about Raph not needing any aggression lessons and before Raph could pounce Xavier smiled to himself " Then you should enjoy this next area" He said as they exited the hallway into a large control room. At the far end of the room there was a larger console , the walls just beyond were made entirely of glass.

The brash and often ill tempered man Donatello had met on his first day here stood at the console along with several other people he had never met.

"This" Xavier said as they approached the console at got there first glimpse of the compound bellow " Is the danger room, here mutants can practice there skills without restraint" The room bellow looked very much like a cross between a military compound and a rat maze.

"Who do we have today?" The professor questioned in a cheerful tone.

"Sphinx and Anne" The gruff man Donatello now knew as Logan said in a surly tone.

"And the opponent?" Xavier asked not but off by the tone.

"Attack bots" The man seated in front of the control panel said turned to look over his should at the new arrivals to the room as he spoke. He wore sunglasses despite the normal amount of lighting in the room.

The gathered around the panel for a better view of the combat taking place in the room bellow. A woman who Donatello immediately recognized from the prison. The Mohawk that had looked so limp and ragged was now expertly styled and her filthy blood stained clothes replaced with a leather jacket and pants. Another changed Don noted and stored away for questioning later was the absence of the metal devise on her neck.

He watched the fight with interest; her powers seemed to be solely physical. She lashed out with an incredible strength, one of her blows smashing clean through the chest of an attacking bot. She also seemed to posses' enhanced speed and agility, her movements spoke of natural instinct and despite the apparent lack, only noticeable by the train eye, of martial training she moved with a ninjas deadly grace.

With in a matter of short minutes the bots stopped coming and the fight was finished. The man at the control panel gave congratulations over an intercom and then proceeded to fiddle with the many buttons on the panel in front of him.

The lights in the room bellow went out, and a small series of back up lights came on washing small areas of the room with a pale yellow glow.

"Strategic strike simulator level 9" A computerized voice announced, the voice was followed by a loud alarm as the door on the far side of the danger room opened and for the second time Don saw a familiar woman in blue enter.