A/N:
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Chapter 20:

"This ain't like the guys," Casey said as he drove the Battleshell down another empty street, "I wish that Raph had called me for back up last night."

"I still have mixed feelings on the whole thing," Analise said from the passenger side with one of Donatello's small handheld computers with a large map of the area on it. She looked over into the back where Splinter sat. He was meditating over the turtle's weapons that they had found in a dumpster on the edge of the old neighborhood. Why they would dump them so far away was the real question? Were they trying to throw them off, or was it closer than they thought? They knew the area; now all they had to do was find the specific location and town home.

Analise's shell cell went off and she popped it open to see Deidra's face on the small screen, "What's up?"

"Seeper and Algut kept me after. Darson and Edmunds are doing the autopsy of Stephanie Witers tonight. They are getting ready for it now," she explained, "I may have a lead on where Alfred may be hiding the guys. I've convinced Algut to hold off, but I think that we should do an intense search of the place."

"Sounds like a plan," Analise nodded to the screen, "I've got Casey and Splinter with me. We will be there in a few minutes. Sit tight."

"Which precinct we goin' to?" Casey asked.

"The one off of Bleeker," Analise thought out loud, "The one near Tony's."

"Of course you would give directions by pizza place," Casey smirked, "You've been hangin' with Mikey too much."

"No such thing," Analise smirked back with a sad glint in her eye, "Stay down, Splinter. We're going to go through some populated areas. The Battleshell will get enough attention as is."

They pulled up behind the precinct and Deidra jumped in the back with Splinter. She looked at Analise and Casey, "I thought that you would be driving, Ana."

"I wanted to navigate," she shrugged, "I think I understand the whole computer thing better than the vigilante."

"Hey!" Casey frowned.

"Where's April?"

"Back at the lair with Shadow," Analise answered as they both ignored Casey, "She's seeing if she could get nitty gritty with the system and pinpoint their location with whatever is left of the headgear."

"I got something better," she smiled and pulled out a piece of paper with an address on it, "You are looking at one of the last known addresses of Alfred Sinclair. Right by where the guys were last seen. Did you find anything while you were out that way?"

"Only their weapons," Analise looked back at Splinter who was still over the weapons in front of him, "We found them in a dumpster on fifth. Didn't know if it was close or far from where they had the boys. But, I think it's time that we find that out."

"I agree," she patted Casey on the shoulder, "Let's get going, Casey."

Fifteen minutes on the road and they made good time back to the neighborhood and to the specific town house. Both girls and Casey looked out the front windshield and up at the modest structure. It definitely fit the description of a thriller home: desolate, dark and a bit on the murky side in an abandoned part of town.

Splinter opened his eyes in the back and looked toward the home as well from his position in the back, "It's the right one."

"Then let's get going," Casey went to grab for his hockey sticks.

"Hold up, Casey," Deidra looked at the covered windows and the heavy looking door, "We don't know what or who is in there. And if I am going to bust in there and knock some skulls around I would like to be somewhat prepared."

"I second that," Analise nodded, "As much as I want to find Mikey. I'm not going to be any good to him if I'm dog meat."

"We must regroup and we will attack at nightfall," Splinter sighed.

"We?" Deidra asked and looked at Splinter.

"Yes, we," he nodded and looked to Casey, "You will join us, I expect?"

"Of course," Casey nodded with a smile.

Michelangelo crawled over to one of the closest men and leaned over the guy who faced up. His hair was an auburn color, cut short and spiked naturally. Michelangelo put his arm close to his face and saw that the skin color was around the same, maybe a shade darker. He rubbed his head in confusion and then poked at the guy's temple.

"Dude… wakey, wakey," he whispered and poked him harder once the guy frowned and began to stir. Michelangelo sighed and then positioned his head right next to his ear, "Rise and shine!"

The guy snapped up and grabbed Michelangelo in one swift motion. He turned and pinned Michelangelo to the ground with fire in his nearly yellow eyes, "What the shell do you think you're doing?!"

"You must be Raph," Michelangelo grinned and waved at his brother, "I can see annoyance in your eyes. No one brings that out like me."

"What th-?" Raphael looked at his hands and then down at the guy under him. The guy had light brown hair- he would say almost orange- in medium length that brushed over the top of his ears and his eyebrows. His brown eyes lit up a little in recognition and a bit of pride at waking him up. Then his voice… he knew that voice, "Mikey?"

"Not to sound awkward, but could you get off me?" Michelangelo pointed to him and then the empty space next to him, "I am naked and shell-less. I don't swing that way, bro."

"Yeah, you're definitely Mikey…" Raphael sighed and got off of him in a bit of a hurry. He didn't want to make it worse. He turned around and saw two other men also stirring, "Leo? Don? What did he do to us?"

"If the pink flesh is right, I would say turned us all human," Michelangelo pointed out by pinching his own skin and showing it to Raphael who only rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I can see that," Raphael huffed and looked at the other two bodies, "You wake up that one, I will wake up whoever this is."

"Will do," Michelangelo saluted him and crawled over to the closer body to him. This one had an average style cut of hair in a medium brown. The skin color was really light as if the poor guy didn't travel all that much in the sun. Although, thinking about it neither had he. He poked him in the arm and then began to shake him awake, "Time to wake up, bro."

He began to grown a little from the poking, "Not now, Mikey. I have some more tests to run the morning."

"I got Donnie!" Michelangelo smiled and looked over at Raphael.

"Alright then, Leo," Raphael stared down at the black haired clean cut looking guy lying on his side. He chuckled a little to himself and shook his head, "Should have known."

Leonardo shifted a little in his sleep as Raphael leaned down and began to push him up into a sitting position. He had dark black hair and probably had kept his brown eyes, just like the others had kept their eye color.

"Come on. Time to wake up into the living world, hero," Raphael said to him.

"Raph?"

"Yeah, take it easy, Leo," Raphael tried to steady him as he opened his eyes, "You'll be a bit surprised by what you see. So take it in before you act on anything."

"What's going on?" Leonardo's vision began to clear and saw the human man in front of him, "Who are you?"

"Leo, you were just talking to me," Raphael put his hands out in front of him to calm his brother, "We got bigger problems to worry about."

Leonardo narrowed his eyes at the guy and then looked down at his own hands and then the rest of his body, "How?"

"Whatever it was, it was very fast," Raphael said and rubbed the back of his head. He pulled his hand from his head quickly after he felt his hair for the first time.

"What the shell?!" they looked over and saw a hyperventilating brunette with a smirking Michelangelo.

Michelangelo pointed to his brother, "Donnie woke up."

"Now that you are all up, we have got to get out of here before Hun shows up," Cherise said in a low hush and looked back at another panel.

"Do you know the way out of here?" Leonardo asked and got up from the ground with a little help from Raphael.

"I do, but I'm not sure of the area around here," she looked at all the switches and finally found the one she was looking for. The side of the containment opened up and they walked out. She took a quick look at the group and then away, "And we need to find you guys something to wear."

"And pronto," Michelangelo agreed, "It's just awkward and way too breezy for my liking."

"We should be able to stick to the side streets, unless you have a better idea," she explained and walked toward the doors. There would be the two dragons that Hun had planted outside, but she was sure that the four of them could help her over power them.

"The sewers are always an option," Donatello said and rolled his shoulder back.

"Be ready, there are usually two men outside this door guarding this place," she nodded to the door and as she reached it they flew open and Hun with a few of his closest associates were on the other side.

"Leaving so soon?" he asked and crossed his arms.

Leonardo went directly into an offensive stance as did the rest of them with a little bit of difficulty with balance, "Let us go, Hun. We are going to leave here with Miss Velmont. Don't let this get out of control."

"Out of control?" he laughed, "I am not the one naked and about to be beaten down. Dragons! Attack!"

"Here we go," Michelangelo moaned and ran at the dragons that not only had clothing, but weapons to boot.

The dragons themselves weren't hard to take down as they had all discovered. Even though they had a little bit of an issue with balance without their shells, the guys found that their muscle memory was still intact. They were able to react to the dragons punches and hits just as before. The real problem they faced was Hun. As he saw that the turtles, turned human, were still winning despite their shell-less bodies grabbed Cherise and ran toward the stairs.

"No!" Cherise yelled and reached back toward the ones that she had freed, "Help me!"

"I can't let them take you away from here," Hun said as he closed the door behind them and began to drag her upstairs by her arm, "He will kill me for sure."

"The girl!" Raphael yelled and ran at the door. He hit his shoulder into it and then his back. He felt the pain radiate from his lower back where a shell used to protect it and slid to the ground ungracefully.

"That didn't work like you planned, did it?" Michelangelo asked and helped his brother off the floor.

"Where is he taking her?" Donatello asked.

"Somewhere we can't reach," Leonardo said and ran toward the door that Cherise had shown them earlier. He ran outside the still empty streets of the old neighborhood. He looked up at the townhouse they were just under and then ran at the door, while his brothers tried windows. After a few minutes they found that all the entrances were reinforced and couldn't be taken down with their strength alone. They stood in front of the building and Raphael groaned in frustration.

"We can't just leave her with him," Michelangelo looked up at the home as a large caliber automatic rifle shifted through one of the upper windows. It shot a few rounds off at them as they all tried to find some cover.

"Leave while you can, freaks!" Hun's voice rang out from the townhouse, "And then you can keep your sorry new hides."

"Leo?" Raphael looked to him and then back at the house.

"We don't know just how much our human bodies can take," Leonardo gritted his teeth and shook his head, "From what we know about humans, they cannot take a bullet to the midsection that well. And from what we know about Hun, he knows a few more tricks than we do about playing dirty."

"So we're going to leave her," Raphael stated more than asked.

"I don't like the decision, but we know where they are. We can come back."

"When?" Raphael asked a little angry, "When we grow shells again?"

"Guys! If we are going to get out of here and regroup, I would do so fast," Donatello said with a frown. None of them liked the idea of leaving Cherise behind, but they could only rescue her if they were alive themselves, "He will be back. Probably sooner than later if Hun can get a hold of him."

"Don's right," Leonardo nodded and led the way down the street toward the side of town where a dumpster from the hospital was located. Hopefully they would be able to get something out of it to wear and find a connection to their set of sewers.

Donatello followed Leonardo closely as Michelangelo and Raphael looked at one another, back at the building and then began to follow Leonardo as well.

"Usually weapons do not come into training until much later," Splinter explained as he led the girls through the dojo. He went toward the back of the dojo and stood in front of a large curtain, "But this is an extremely violent circumstance, and I can't let you ladies go into battle without some kind of weapon at hand. You have skill and my trust in you."

"Thank you, master," Analise bowed and Deidra followed suit in a bit of surprise.

Splinter bowed his head and opened up the curtain to show them the plethora of weapons he had stowed in the back of the dojo. He surveyed the weapon choice he had for them and sighed, "I have always believed that variety serves best, but you will excel in one or two. Trust your instincts in what you choose. I will wait for you here."

The girls step into the room as the curtain fell behind them. Despite the situation around them, Deidra found a smile growing on her face from the weapons around her. Suddenly a picture of a much younger Deidra in a candy store popped into her mind. She would have a great time with Hun and that mutant with this kind of ninja fire power. She swiped at her mouth as she felt a bit of droll at the edge of her lips.

Analise stepped up to one of the shelves and found a pair of nunchakus. She touched them softly and turned to Deidra who stopped her drooling.

Deidra smiled gently at her, "We will get them out of there."

"I hope you're right," Analise nodded and looked to the side of the nunchakus where a short sickle was laying almost innocently. She picked it up and noticed that there was a long chain affixed to the end of it with a small, yet heavy, iron weight at the end of it. She looked it over and thought about it as a gut feeling began to grow inside her. She smiled a bit and ran her finger carefully along the side of the sickle blade, "You would do, wouldn't you?"

Deidra searched through and looked at all the katanas laid out. She knew she would have to sharpen them again, but her katanas have never steered her wrong. She would use them since she knew them the best and how they handled. Didn't mean that she couldn't pick up another form of weaponry though. As she continued along the wall she found some shurikens and grabbed a few of those with a small pouch that she could attach to her hip for them. Next to them she found shorter bladed swords. One caught her eye and she knew that it would fit perfectly along the side of her boot. She grinned and nodded at the additions she decided on.

Analise held on to the weapon tightly and then picked up a long, sturdy rope. Who knew when they may need to tie a mutant or a certain gang leader down? She found a hook to attach to her belt or pants and held it with the rope. She looked at Deidra and was surprised by her will power, "That's all your choosing?"

"I already have my own katanas, you know that," she smirked and then looked at the arresting rope that Analise had picked up. She chuckled and shook her head, "You and your fuckin' rope."

Analise pointed to the shorter sword in one of her hands, "Really now, Rambo?"

After a moment they both laughed and walked out of the room toward Splinter. He looked up at the two once they exited and he looked at their choices. He addressed Analise first.

"The kusarigama," he noted the sickle like weapon, "It is an interesting choice for you. I would think that you would choose something a little less lethal."

"I think we need every advantage," she shrugged and gripped the weapon in her hand, "Besides, it just felt right."

"And the torinawa?" he pointed to the rope, "It is an arresting rope. To tie up enemies."

"Just what I was going to use it for," she nodded.

"Deidra, you seem to be missing something," he noted and looked at the two smaller weapons."

"I already have my own katanas," she explained, "They are in my room and just need to be sharpened."

"Then I suggest you should go retrieve them. We will begin to train immediately on the techniques needed for tonight. How to hold, use and even conceal your choices."

"Yes, Master Splinter," they echoed one another and bowed at him.

Cherise pushed against Hun for the last time and cried out as she hit the floor, "You bastard! Why couldn't you have let me go?"

"I told you already," Hun growled and walked toward the door where he heard some footsteps, "I will not repeat myself."

She felt herself begin to cry, but then stopped. She was done crying, and once he found out what she had done, she was done living as well. She found a circle of sunlight coming from a far window and laid under it. It was so warm, she thought that she would never feel something like it again. She soaked up the feeling as much as she could, her time was coming to an end. They were her last shot, and they left. She couldn't blame them. With the fire power that Hun was shooting at them with, she would have left as well.

"What is the meaning of the day call, Hun?" he walked in completely human and looked from Hun to Cherise, for once out of the bed, "Where are my four new experiments?"

"They got out."

"Got out!" he snarled and turned toward him. He pinned Hun to the wall and narrowed his eyes, "How?"

Hun struggled only slightly and shifted his eyes to Cherise, "Ask your mate."

The man stopped and backed away from Hun to look at Cherise still trying to stay in the slight ounce of sunlight, "Sweetheart? You let them escape?"

"I couldn't let you kill another person again," she shook her head, "And they were my last shot at freedom. Now hopefully they will stop you."

"I am cleaning humanity and you helped them escape!" he roared and picked her up from the floor and flung her into the wall. She hit it with a yelp and then looked up from where she fell. He began to get closer and turned into the beast once more. She knew that glint in his eyes as he came closer. He was now hunting.

"Someone had to help them," she whispered weakly, "I already made peace with the fact that I would die here. I was hoping they would help me too. But ever since you took me from my life, everything has turned into a nightmare. I am proud to say I never loved you. And I will die happy knowing that your plans are falling apart around you… because of me."

Hun watched as he stalked her and raised his hand turned claw over her.

"I will succeed," he growled down at her, "In wiping every whore like you from the streets."

She smiled, "Your growl doesn't cover the hesitation in your voice. You're scared for once… and I caused that."

She laughed a little and closed her eyes because of the pain from the hit on the wall. He lowered his claw toward her and suddenly there was blood over the walls and over one side of Hun. The mutant shifted back to human form and wiped his face with a grimace. He found a nearby towel and rubbed his hands clean.

"Thanks to this bitch, we have to change strategies," he said in a low tone.

"What do you have in mind?" Hun asked and didn't bother to wipe off the blood yet.

"We need to move," he said and walked out the door past Hun, "Now."