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CHAPTER THREE
They knew Bishop, and Bishop was ruthless.
Mikey shivered and hugged his legs closer. It was the only warmth he had right now. Leo, however, continued to pace up and down the prison cell, the chain on his wrist clanking at every step and keeping him close to the wall. If he sat down next to Mikey the youngest would have been very comfortable, because Leonardo was obviously hot with rage.
"I can't believe I let this happen," Leo said.
"Not your fault, bro," Mikey said, teeth chattering.
"We should never have separated," Leo mumbled, "Who knows what he did with Raph and Donnie?"
"Maybe they got away?" Mikey asked hopefully.
"Fat chance," said Leo, "Did you see how fast he went into action? It's like Bishop knew we were coming."
"You are correct," said a familiar voice, "We did know you were coming." The two turtles tensed, and turned towards the door to the cell.
Inside the locked room was Bishop, staring at them stoically.
Leo would have attacked, but a quick glance at the length of the chain attached to his wrist told him that Bishop was just out of reach.
"You might have to thank your brother Donatello when he joins us," Bishop said, "He hacked into the building this morning. Caught him looking at the secured online blueprints to my new exosuit, and it didn't take much to realize that you would be joining us today."
"What have you done with Donnie?" Leo asked.
"I? Nothing," said Bishop, "Unfortunately, that particular turtle has managed to evade my grasp. But don't worry, Leonardo; he is going to join us shortly. I have the whole city looking for him. And, I might say, your brother Raphael is going to be a great help to us."
"Raph?" Mikey asked, "What are you talking about, Bishop?"
Leonardo shot his younger brother a look, silently telling him to stop talking to the enemy.
But Bishop only smiled.
"Don't worry Michelangelo," he said, "He is in good hands. For now."
Leo growled, and moved quickly to stand as close to Bishop as the chain allowed. Bishop didn't even blink, although his hair moved just a little. It was the only sign that the man wasn't a statue.
"What have you done to Raphael?" Leo asked, letting his voice sound as harsh as possible.
"Not much," said Bishop, unconcerned, "Your brother is currently 'down for the count', as you might say. But for the moment, he is in good health."
Bishop turned around, and opened the cell door. He turned once more to smile coldly at the two remaining turtles, "Now," he said, "All we have to do is wait for Donatello. Then the fun can begin."
He closed the door behind him and gestured to his aid, who had remained outside the cell.
"Any progress?" Bishop asked as he walked down the hallway, fully aware that the Turtles could not hear him from inside their cell.
"None sir," said the aid, "The turtle is still at large, sir."
"Widen the search pattern," said Bishop, "I want him in my grasp by tonight."
"Yes sir," said the aid.
"I will not tolerate another failure like the one at the apartment complex," said Bishop, "The turtle must not know that we are coming."
"Yes sir," said the aid.
"And I want the name of whoever botched that mission," said Bishop, "I had the turtle right where I wanted him. We should have picked him up stunned and helpless from the wreckage of that building."
Bishop stopped, and thought.
"Sir?" asked the aid.
"Donatello must have been warned by someone," Bishop concluded, "It is the only explanation. I want that person found."
"Yes sir," said the aid.
Bishop smiled under his dark sunglasses. It wouldn't be long now.
Back inside the cell, Mikey shivered once again. Leo finally took notice and stopped pacing. He walked over to his brother on the ground and wordlessly sat down next to him, contributing some extra warmth to Michelangelo.
They both knew that neither of them would get any sleep that night. Their eyes looked towards the door, expecting Donnie to be thrown in at any moment.
Because they knew Bishop, and Bishop was ruthless.
"What?" Donnie yelled, nearly driving the bus off the road, "You've been captured? How can you be calling me, Raphael! Bishop always takes away our shellcells when he captures us. Is this some sort of a setup?"
"Donnie, listen," said Raph, "I ain't calling from Bishop's place. And he doesn't know I'm calling."
"So where are you?" Donnie asked.
"That isn't important right now," said Raph, "What's important is that I get you to safety."
"Raph, tell me what's going on," said Donnie, "How did you know the building would collapse? Or that I should take the bus? Are you watching me or something?"
"I can't tell you that, not yet," said Raph, "And no, I'm not actually watching you. So don't do anything stupid thinking I'll be able to come rescue you."
"Raph, you're scaring me," said Donnie, "Please, just tell me what is going on."
"Alright, I'll tell you something," said Raph, "I'm fine right now. For now. But I'm not so sure about Leo and Mikey."
"Wait," said Donnie, "You're not with them?"
"No." Raph answered.
"Do you know where they are?"
"Unfortunately, no. Probably in Bishop's building, but I can't be sure."
Donnie groaned.
"You should be coming up on that abandoned trailer soon," Raph said, attempting to change the subject.
"Not so fast," said Donnie, "How do I know you're who you say you are? Are you really my brother?"
"What kind of a shell-brained question is that?" Raphael said, offended, "Why else would I rescue you, and help you get away from Bishop? Geez, bro, could you be any more stupid?"
"Sorry," said Don, "I was just being careful."
"Yeah, sure braniac," said Raph, still sounding upset, "Do you see the trailer yet?"
"No," said Don, "Where is it?"
"How the shell should I know? All I know is that's you're close."
"So where are you?" Donnie asked.
There was a short silence.
"I wish I could tell you," Raph responded, "But I can't, Donny. I just…can't."
"Alright," said Donnie, "Let's see if we can figure this out. You've been captured, but you're somewhere separate from Leo and Mikey. So how do you know they've been captured?"
"Shell, you won't believe this Donny," said Raph, "But I found it out on a computer."
"Wait. Hold the phone," said Donnie, "You're at a computer?"
"Yeah," said Raph.
"And you figured out how to work it?"
"Hey, that was insultin', bro."
"How'd you manage to score a computer?"
"Can't tell you," said Raph, a smile in his voice.
"O-kay. So you're at a computer. Why didn't you say so earlier?" Donnie asked.
"Ya didn't ask," Raph chuckled.
"So let me get this straight," Don said, "I'm an escaped convict fleeing New York alone. Without my brothers."
"Got it so far," said Raph.
"And right now, you are my only lifeline, unlikely as that seems," said Donnie.
"Yup."said Raph.
"And you're at a computer, which you've somehow managed to use without breaking it to smithereens," Donnie concluded.
"And give the turtle a prize! That's it in a nutshell, bro."
Don pulled the bus to the side of the road and braked until it stopped. "This can't be real," he said, "It's too surreal. This must be some weird dream. Yeah, I probably ate some of Mikey's popcorn last night by mistake, right?"
"Hate to break it to you, but this is real all right," said Raph almost happily, "Listen bro, we gotta get you outta there. It ain't safe until you get to the farmhouse. Can you see the abandoned trailer yet? It shouldn't be too far away, if I'm reading this satellite right."
Donnie pinched himself, and gasped when he felt the pain.
"Then…oh shell…this is real. This is really real," said Donnie.
"Yeah," said Raph.
"This is actually happening…" said Donnie.
"Listen bro, we need to hurry," said Raph, "Are you near the trailer? Can you see it?"
"N-no," said Donnie, shaking. His breath sounded labored and strange.
"Hey Donnie, you okay?"
Donnie didn't answer, he just continued shaking. His breath started hitching as he found it difficult to breathe. He dropped the shellcell.
"Donnie? Bro?" said Raph, his voice crinkling out of the shellcell from somewhere on the floor, "Shell, are you going into shock? Donatello, listen to me…"
But Donnie didn't respond. His fingers gripped the steering wheel, but he couldn't feel it.
"Donnie, take a deep breath. Relax," said Raph, "Come on, bro. It'll go away. Just breathe. In and out... Breathe. In and out. That's it. I'm gonna get you outta this. It's just a panic attack, Donnie, you'll be fine…"