Sorry this chapter's a bit short. But anyway, enjoy!
"The police in New York found a shuriken, sir," Chris muttered, bowing in front of The Shredder, "It has the Hamato Clan symbol on it."
Shredder rose from his chair, unsmiling. He turned to one of the members of The Foot.
"Ready my jet," He smirked, "I have to visit an old friend."
The Foot member bowed stiffly and ran off to do as his master pleased.
At last I can finish what I started.
"Chris," He said, looking down at his most successful student, "Get my helmet."
His student hurried over to the glass case where Shredder's helmet rested. Chris gently lifted the glass case and took out the helmet. He then put the glass case back in place, walked over to Shredder and handed it to him. He put it on gratefully.
Curse him for giving me these scars.
"Karai!" He hollered. Almost instantly his 'daughter' was in the room.
"Yes, father?" She asked, bowing.
"Hamato Yoshi is not dead, like we thought." She perked up at that.
"Good," She hissed, "I can kill him for what he did to my mother."
"He is in New York, and he may be raising his own army."
"I will go pack my things." Karai walked out of the room.
A smile spread across Shredder's face.
This will be over soon, Yoshi. Soon… you will be dead.