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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"What do you mean Bishop's back?" Donnie asked, standing up from the desk, "How do you know that?"
"Listen, it's the suit," Raph said, crossing his arms, his curt breathing completely forgotten, "It's connected to other computers and stuff, I think. I just got a warning that Bishop's keycard was swiped back at his headquarters about ten minutes ago."
"His headquarters here? In New York?" Donnie asked.
"Yeah."
"Then," said Donnie, "We've got to act fast."
"Should we wait for the others?" Raph asked.
"I'm not sure," said Donnie, stroking his chin, "If Bishop is back in town and you know about it, that means he might not be far behind in knowing where you are. In that case, we should begin right away. On the other hand, the others could be back any minute now."
"True," said Raph, "So, what should we do? Can we do it without the others?"
Donnie sat down and thought carefully for a few minutes. He glanced several times at the plan on his desk.
"I think," he said finally, "I think we should get started."
Raph cracked his knuckles.
"Good," he said, smirking through the suit.
"Right," said Donnie, picking up his shellcell, "Time for phase one. Sorry, I'm going to have to hang up on you. Anything you want to say while we're still connected?"
"Let's get this over with," said Raph, his voice coming from the shellcell, "I want to kick some shell."
Nodding in agreement, Donnie flipped his shellcell shut, cutting off all communication with Raphael. He instantly flipped it open again.
"The number?" he asked.
Raphael reached forward and wrote out a number on the notepad next to Donnie. A number he had obtained only seconds earlier from the suit's computer.
"Thanks," said Donnie, "Wait. Before we go any further, I'm going to make it look like it's coming from his own number. Do you want to help?"
Raph nodded.
"Good," said Donnie, "This is what I want you to do. First, I need you to hack into the shellcell frequency using your computer…"
Five minutes later, Raphael held the shellcell as Donatello typed in the number he had obtained from Raphael.
"Here goes nothing," Donnie said, smirking as the number began ringing.
"Any progress?" Bishop asked.
"No, nothing." Said one of his men.
"We've investigated the packet we sent to the subject," explained another of his men, "But we can't find any loopholes within the coding."
"I don't want to know how he got past the packet, I only want to know where he is now," said Bishop, "We must correct this mistake immediately, before more projects are affected."
Bishop's cell phone rang, and he answered it immediately.
"Finally," he said, "Listen carefully. There is a high possibility that the subject did not leave the city. I want every satellite, every corner store with wi-fi, every surveillance video and internet server tapped into, and I want this done quickly, in case the subject realizes he can use the Utrom technology to hide himself from them. Search specifically for the signal emanating from the suit's onboard computer. I want that turtle found before he drains our funds even further. All searches for the other turtles are to be dropped until further notice. Regaining control of the suit is our top-priority."
"Sir," one of the men in the room said.
"Hold on," Bishop said into the phone before taking it away from his ear, "What is it?" He asked the man in the room.
"There is absolutely no cause for a loophole within the Utrom tech. The only possible explanation is that the turtle was able to gain administrator privileges," the man said.
"Impossible," Bishop said, "The only turtle capable of that would be Donatello, and he is hiding up north. And come to think of it, aren't you supposed to be searching for Raphael, and not for the reason why he left? Get back to work."
"Yes sir," said the man, turning back to his work.
"Now," said Bishop, placing the phone back to his ear, "I also want to know how much control I still have over the suit, so I want your people working on that immediately. Next, and I'm only going to tell you this once, you are to begin searching for the suit using Plan Four. Got that? Plan Four. I want no traces of Four to be found after we have implemented it. Everything is to disappear. Understand?"
Silence.
"I said, do you understand?" Bishop said, getting impatient, "When I give orders, I want them acknowledged."
"Oh, I understood you perfectly," said a voice happily. But not the voice he was expecting.
"What?" Bishop said, signaling his men to trace the call. Confused, they obeyed, and began frantically tracing the signal. Although why they would be tracing the signal of this call, was a mystery to them.
"Hello Bishop, good to hear you again," said Donatello.
"How did you get this number?" Bishop asked slowly, intent on making this call last as long as possible so that it could be traced.
"That's not important right now," said Donatello, "I have a message for you."
"Oh? And what's that?" Bishop asked.
Donatello calmly waited several seconds before answering.
"Catch me if you can," Donatello said slowly, before hanging up the phone.
Bishop swore as he placed his cell phone down on a near-by table.
"Well? Did you get it?" he asked.
"Yes sir, and no sir," said one of the men in front of him.
"What do you mean by that?" Bishop asked.
"Well," said another of the men there, "The turtle waited long enough for us to get a clear signal."
"However, he arranged for the signal to look like it's coming from your own cell phone," the first man said.
"Of course he would," Bishop said, picking up his cell phone.
He looked into his past calls, and growled. The call that had just come in to him…was from his own number.
"Donatello," he threatened silently... "All right, everyone. Change of plans. Plan Four has been compromised. It seems that the turtle Donatello is now a threat that must be figured in our plans."
Donatello hung up his shellcell and smirked. It rang again almost immediately, and he quickly answered it. Only then did he begin laughing, with Raphael's laughter joining in with him from the other end of the shellcell.
"I didn't 'xpect him to talk so much," Raph laughed.
"Yes, that was unexpected," said Donnie, smiling, "But I think it helped us to rattle him a little more than we thought we would."
"Yeah," said Raph, "And he helped me learn how to block the Utrom signal."
"And he won't be implementing Plan Four, whatever that is," Donatello said, "Also, I think we've figured out where you got the money you've been using. You've apparently been draining his funds."
"Yeah, I should thank Bishop later," said Raphael, looking around the hotel room, "This is a nice joint. Kinda glad I didn't know what I was doing, though. Masta Splinta would have been mad at me if I was using someone else's money on purpose."
"Well," said Donnie, "Are you ready for phase two?"
"You know it!" said Raphael.
With a nod, Donatello grabbed his bo staff and headed for the window. Raphael held it open with one hand, and within seconds the two of them were out the window. The plans Donatello had drawn on the hotel desk now lay shredded to pieces in the trash can, and the only item left on the desk was Bishop's private cell phone number.
As Raphael closed the window behind them, the suit hitched and he froze. After a few seconds the episode passed, and he quickly rejoined his brother. Thankfully, Donatello hadn't noticed.
Master Splinter stood up, breaking the circle of those sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"The time has come for action. You must go," he announced.
"Finally," Mikey said, gaining a small slap from Leonardo for his impatience in front of their Sensei, "Ow! Leo, that hurt."
"But where should we go, Master?" Leo asked.
"Where do you think you should go?" Master Splinter asked, raising an eyebrow.
April wisely remained silent as the two turtles thought.
"We're going to Bishop's headquarters, to find Donatello." Leo resolved.
"So, what about the fact that Bishop is still after us?" Mikey asked.
"We're Ninjas. I think we can handle it," Leo said, standing up.
"Well," said Mikey, standing up to join his brother, "When are we leaving?"
"Right now." Said Leo, "With your permission, Sensei."
"Fight well, my sons," said Master Splinter, "Go and rescue your brothers."
"Good-bye, guys," said April, "Good luck!"
With a bow to their Sensei and to April, Mikey and Leo quickly and quietly left April's apartment.
"Are you ready?" Donatello asked from his perch on the roof of Bishop's headquarters, "Bishop should join us any minute now. You set off the alarm, right?"
"Yeah, he should be here any minute, with his backup and everything. Um, Donnie, we have a problem," Raph whispered, his voice barely coming through the shellcell.
"What is it?" Donnie asked, holding the shellcell to his ear.
"Well, it-Don, move! To the right!" Raph commanded, interrupting himself.
Quickly Donnie moved in the dark, and something metal passed him to land where he had been previously.
"Found you Donatello," said Bishop, a smirk sounding in his voice. He was not in the least concerned that he had missed. "Did you really think it would be that easy to sneak up on my headquarters?"
Right, everything is according to plan, Donnie thought to himself. He positioned himself into a defensive stance, his bo staff ready.
"Donnie," Raph whispered, "We have a problem."
"One turtle down, three more to go," Bishop whispered, "I suppose you don't know it, but you've walked right into a trap, Donatello."
"I'm gonna turn on the lights," Raphael whispered through the shellcell.
"Wait, what?" Donnie whispered, "No! Don't!"
The roof lights turned on, and Donatello found himself blinking at Bishop, who had holding an Utrom weapon. He could also see several of Bishop's men standing behind him, waiting to see if they were needed.
"Who turned on the lights?" Bishop growled.
"Donnie?" called a voice. But it was not Bishop's voice. It was Mikey's.
Leonardo and Mikey were standing on next roof over. They were just far enough away that they hadn't heard Bishop and Donnie whisper to one another, and had not yet noticed that there were multiple people on the other roof. Yet, they were apparently close enough that Raphael could detect them with his equipment.
Leonardo and Mikey were here.
"Shell," Donnie whispered. This was a problem. They didn't know the plan, and Donnie certainly couldn't tell them now.
The next thing Donnie knew, Leonardo and Michelangelo had jumped across the buildings and were standing next to him across from Bishop, their weapons drawn.
"You?" Bishop asked, "What are you two doing here?" His eyes furrowed; he had thought that Donatello was working alone.
"Stay back," Leo said to his brothers, standing slightly in front of them to protect them from Bishop and company, his swords drawn, "Bishop has the Guard with him."
Donatello followed Leo's line of sight, and turned to see Raphael standing motionless on the other end of the roof. Of course; Leo and Mikey still didn't know that this was their brother.
"Well," said Bishop, smiling as he noticed Raphael in the Utrom suit, and carefully noting Leo's reaction, "This is getting interesting."