Sorry this took so long. Hope that you enjoy it. I'm working on the next chapter, so hopefully it won't take as long :)

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Chapter 2: Perfect

Raph explained what he had saw on the television.

"Professor Starcher?" Don stood up and stretched. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Raph nodded, "It was definitely him."

"I was sure that Shredder would take care of him."

Raph shrugged. "We thought that about Stockman too."

"He must be more useful to Shredder than we thought." Don opened his door and peeked out. He shut it quickly and turned to Raph. "Leo doesn't know, does he?"

Raph shook his head. "No, I turned it before he came into the room. I wanted to tell you first, to see if it would be alright for 'im to find out."

Don rubbed his head, trying to will away the headache that was starting to come. "No. I don't think that he should know right now. Eventually we will tell him, but with the nightmares that he has been having...we should wait."

"He will be mad if he finds out an' knows that we didn't tell him," Raph pointed out. "He doesn't like being treated like a hatchling, ya know."

"I know," Don sighed. "Who, in this family, does?"

"Mikey," Raph snorted.

"Yeah, well acting like a hatchling and being treated like one are two totally different things."

Raph chuckled. "You have a point. So, we are in agreement, don't tell Leo."

"For now." Don nodded.

"OK." Raph threw his half eaten pear in Don's wastebasket and opened the door. "Let's go before Fearless starts looking for us."

When Don and Raph made it to the dojo, Leo was warming up and Mikey was trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.

A tap of Splinter's cane against the floor and practice began.

Everything went well and after an hour and a half, Splinter dismissed his sons. Leo was the last one out of the dojo and he barely noticed Don and Raph huddled at the kitchen table, whispering. They stopped when Leo walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and , without a word, walked back to the living area of the lair. He plopped down beside of Mikey on the couch. His orange banded brother was mindlessly flipping through the channels on the television. None of them staying on the same station for more than a few seconds. Mikey glanced over at Leo and offered the remote to him.

"No thanks," Leo said and he took a drink of his water. He put the cap back on and sat the bottle on the table.

Mikey shrugged and turned his attention back to the t.v. It wasn't long and Mikey heard soft snores coming from the other end of the couch. His brow furrowed with worry. He turned quickly when he heard the footstep of Raph and Don approaching.

"Shhhh," Mikey whispered and pointed to the opposite side of the sofa.

Raph scowled and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Figures," he grunted. "He's not sleepin' at night, an' he's been practicin' like crazy."

He stared pointedly at Don. "Since you gave him the green light."

"What was I supposed to do?" Don glared back at his hot-headed sibling. "He was getting better. I couldn't keep him on bed rest forever. He would have started practicing anyway." Don rolled his eyes.

"Well, he looks pale," Mikey added. "Do you think he's gettin' sick?"

"He can hear you three, ya know." A weary voice voice snapped all of their attention to the other side of the couch.

"Leo," Mikey said quickly. "We thought you was asleep."

"Obviously." Leo slowly sat up and eyed his brothers. They have worried enough about him. This has got to stop.

"Umm, Leo," Don tried to switch the subject. "I need your help tonight."

Don shifted his gaze to Raph for just a moment. Raph barely nodded his head. His eyes widened, silently telling to keep going.

"At the junkyard," Don continued. "If-if you don't mind."

"Sure, Don," Leo smiled. "Whatever you need."

"OK," Don nodded. "After dinner."

He motioned for Raph to follow him to the lab. Once in the lab, Don shut the door.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered to Raph. "Maybe Leo should stay here, and I'll go with you and Mikey."

"No way," Raph insisted. "Just take Leo to the junkyard. Mikey an' I will go scout around, see if the foot an' that Starcher guy is up to something.

Don sighed. "He is exhausted. Maybe if we just let him sleep, we could..."

"An' have 'im wake up while we're gone? No thanks," Raph interrupted. "Just take 'im with you. We'll meet back at the lair an' tell 'im everything."

"OK, Raph," Don agreed. "We'll do this your way."

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Starcher sat in his office. It was just about as bare as his quarters, but he was happy that Master Saki was finally giving him a second chance. He had soldiers scouting the city. No sign of them. There hasn't been for months. He guessed that they were staying underground, at least until the blue clad turtle healed. If the creature survived.

He sighed heavily and took a flask from his coat pocket. He didn't bother with pouring it into a glass. He lifted the silver container to his lips and took a quick drink. He capped it and slid it back into his pocket.

He hated to wait.

A knock at the door shook him out of his thoughts. He quickly tugged the sleeves of his lab coat to make sure the scars were hidden.

"Yes."

The door creaked open and a soldier stepped inside.

"Professor," he started. "The turtles have been located."

"All of them?"

The soldier nodded. "But they are separated."

Starcher's brow knotted behind his dark glasses.

"Separated?"

"Yes, sir," the soldier continued. "The ones called Michelanglo and Raphael are on the east end. The other two are at the junkyard by the docks."

A smile slid across his face. "You know what to do."

The soldier nodded.

He pushed the intercom button on his desk. "Have the car ready. I will meet you in the garage in a few minutes."

The soldier rushed out of the room to prepare his ninja for their mission.

Starcher waited until the soldier was gone. He removed his lab coat and put it on the hook by the door. He took his black coat and slid his arms into the sleeves. His heart was racing as he buttoned it up.

Finally.

The black sedan was idling in the garage as Starcher exited the elevator. The driver opened the door for the Proffessor. "Black squad is on it's way."

"Good." Starcher slid into the back seat. "Red Squad?"

The driver spoke into his communicator. "Leaving now, sir."

"OK, let's go."

Starcher adjusted his headset. "Black squad, what is your location?"

We have spotted the turtles, sir.

"Good," Starcher spoke as he stared out of the window. The city's lights seemed brighter as the driver raced down the street, running through yellow lights and passing anything that was too slow. "Keep them busy. I will be in touch."

"Driver, pull over here." Starcher patted the head rest of the front seat.

"But, sir, the junkyard is three blocks away."

"I know." Starcher brought a small pistol out of his pocket. He counted the number of darts and shoved the magazine into place. He exited the car and crossed the street to a tall building. He entered the building and took the elevator to the roof. At the ledge he removed his glasses and glanced down at the city. He quickly spotted the turtles in the junkyard.

Leonardo and Donatello. This couldn't have been more perfect.

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Don and Leo were sifting through the electronics that had been recently been discard by the local radio shack. Don loved it when the store got rid of it's old stuff.

"So, what are Raph and Mikey up to?" Leo asked as he showed Don a circuit board.

Don nodded and reached for the board. He placed it in his bag. "I think they are going to pick up a movie. Maybe invite April and Casey over."

"Another movie night?" Leo sighed and handed Don another gadget.

Don looked the device over. He couldn't use it. He shook his head and threw the piece of metal to the side.

"Yeah, is that OK?"

"I guess," Leo picked through the rubble. "It's just that this is the first time I've been topside in a while. I would like to start to patrol again."

Don gave his brother a weak smile. "You've just started training again, maybe..."

"I'm fine, Don. Really."

"I can run it by Master Splinter," Don drawled, letting Leo know it wasn't just up to him.

"Thanks, Don."

Don threw his brother another smile. He wondered how Leo was going to take the news about Starcher. That maybe Shredder was up to something again. He wouldn't have kept Starcher alive, if he didn't have plans for him.

Don moved to a different area and Leo followed.

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Starcher watched as about thirty shadows surrounded the unsuspecting turtles. Red Squad knew their mission. They had better not mess up. Master Saki would not give him another chance.

Black Squad was keeping the other two busy on the other side of town.

He saw the Leonardo's posture stiffen. He removed his weapons and yelled something to his brother. Donatello unsheathed his bo and they both took a defensive stance. As the soldiers advanced on the two turtles, Starcher raised his weapon and peered through sights.

Leonardo would be the first. He squeezed the trigger and pop.The silver dart whizzed through the air It streaked past the turtle. Starcher watched as his eyes widened and he wildly looked around.

Damn.

His mouth twitched into a smirk.

Keep looking around...you won't see me.

He lifted the pistol and looked through the sights again. The soldiers were doing their job at keeping the turtle where he needed him.

Pop.

This time the dart found it's mark in the turtle's arm. The force knocked him to the ground.

Gotcha.

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Don saw his brother fall.

"Leo!" he yelled as he fought of the soldiers to make his way to his brother. Leo was slowly climbing to his feet. He swayed and wearily looked around.

No, no, no. Not again...

His vision started to swim. Colors and lights whirled around him.

Every cell in Don's body screamed that this was a trap as he watched the soldiers fall back into the shadows. He didn't care he had to help his brother.

He ran up to him and grabbed his arm.

"Leo, what happened?" He searched his brother for injuries.

Leo's eyes widened and he weakly pushed Don away.

"Go! G't outta 'ere," Leo slurred.

"What? No way." Don grabbed him just as his legs gave out.

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Starcher snorted a laugh. Leonardo was pushing his brother away.

Trying to protect him.

But his brother was arguing with him. Starcher knew he wouldn't leave him behind.

He raised the pistol again.

"Perfect." The word tingled as it rolled off his tongue.

He gently pulled the trigger.

Pop.

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Ok, before I go into hiding, next chapter will be up soon.