A/N: Wow, I'm seriously not used to getting so many reviews. Keep 'em coming, I thrive on this! Besides, responding to reviews is so much more fun than working on this stupid paper I'm supposed to be doing.

Starfire201: Ha, lots of people are wondering how Bishop will take it if he ever finds out Shredder was an alien. Well… just scroll down! =D

Scribe of Turesa: It's safe to look! No cliffie this time. Well, not really.

Pig: Heh, I'm sure Bishop would like that very much. But, Leo has other plans. ^.^

Mew Sakura: Thanks! I always love to hear that people love my stuff! =D And oh, you'd better believe Bishop's gonna be mad! Actually, it's rather amusing for those of us who AREN'T John Bishop… heeheehee

Sait4soreyes: ROFLMBO!!!! Giving yourself CPR… you're right, that IS a trick! Thanks for giving me a laugh! And of course, you're right… Mikey would NEVER have been able to get Raph off the roof if he wasn't in on it! Glad you caught that!

Beverage warning! Nothing's funnier than a thoroughly enraged villain, so careful with the drinks! *Huge grin!*

In the fraction of a second it took for the door to fly open with a bang and Bishop to become aware of any visitor, Donatello had already slammed the helmet down onto his own head. The amount of courage that simple act took was overwhelming… his heart was pounding with merely touching the thing again, let alone willingly putting it on.

Leo had ducked down into the dark shadow in the middle of a niche of crates, shifting a few silently aside so that he had a view hole in which he could see Agent Bishop. His heart was also pounding, though he had long ago grown accustomed to ignoring such things and instead focused his mind entirely on the mission. This time they had been cutting it close.

Still, everything was going according to his plan.

Bishop had shown up almost exactly on cue.

Pressing the earpiece that he'd had in place, Leo whispered in the quietest of voices that wasn't audible even in the frozen, shocked silence as Bishop and Donatello faced each other.

"Ok, Donny," he breathed. "He's about twenty paces in front of you. Hold your ground. You know what to do."

Donny inclined his head less than a millimeter, but it was all Leo needed to know that he had heard. Don's own earpiece was covered by the helmet and couldn't be seen by Bishop.

The problem was, Donny's eyes were also covered by the screened helmet. It would be up to Leo to be his vision, to let him know what was going on. If Bishop wanted to fight – and he probably would – Donny would have to do it blind. The brother in Leo was terrified for him. The leader in him knew perfectly well that Don could do it. Although, if Bishop thought he was getting anywhere near that computer to turn it on, he was sadly mistaken.

"You!" Bishop gasped, finally finding his voice. His eyes took in the scene, staring in disbelief. It wasn't possible! Saki had assured him that Donatello had been killed!

Bishop was at a loss, a true and absolute loss, for the first time in his entire career. He had always counted on his ability to see through a lie, and he had been convinced that Saki was telling the truth. Donatello was dead. He had to be. Yet here he was, bold as brass, and with the helmet on. The helmet that should have been safely put away…

He had been tricked.

He had been fooled.

Against all odds, he had been duped. A small Japanese man who dressed up in a metal Halloween outfit had gotten the better of him. All that speech about his so-called mercy had been a lie. Saki had retaken Donatello, and now he had sent the turtle here to kill him.

"You," Bishop said again as these seemingly obvious pieces clicked together. "You!"

"Me." The words came from Donatello's mouth, but Bishop could easily see Saki's hand in this as Donatello casually pulled his bo out of the strap on his back and held it up in an aggressive attack position. "Did you think I would let you stop me from my plans, Bishop?"

"How did you get the helmet?" Bishop demanded. "And how are you making it work? It's connected to my computer. My voice is the only one that will activate it!" His eyes flicked to the workbench. Sure enough, the computer was there… but it was turned off. Then how…?

"I've had scientists working a little something out on their own," Donatello answered nonchalantly. "They've fixed this up quite nicely… much better than your set-up if I do say so myself. Now I control Donatello. As for how I acquired your marvelous device…" The turtle's face stretched into a smile. "I knew if I told you I had killed the turtle, you would immediately rush over here to the Tower to see me, leaving it unguarded for my ninja."

The turtle shook his head as if in great disdain. "You're entirely predictable. It's a shame, really… you should have taken better precautions to guard such an impressive piece of technology. Unless, of course, you believed the one freak in the universe who could make it work… was dead."

Donatello laughed then, a harsh, unforgiving sound that rattled Bishop to his core. Keeping his face impassive, Bishop took a step towards him. The comforting weight of the gun he had tucked away at his hip emboldened him. If he could keep the turtle distracted from him, he could get the drop on him.

Inside he was seething.

This couldn't be happening. Not to him, Special Agent John Bishop of the United States of America Federal Government.

"Donny, he's moving towards you," Leo whispered in hushed tones from his hiding place. "Carefully, now."

The oldest turtle hadn't missed the way Bishop's hand twitched towards the bulge on his side. He shook his head, frowning. He really, REALLY didn't like guns. Where was the honor? Where was the skill? It took no courage to shoot someone down with a gun, from the safety of twenty paces away.

"Don, I think he's about to draw on you. Be ready to duck left. It'll be on his right side. Once you move, roll forward and move up four steps. Your path is clear. The gun will be just in range of your bo. On my mark."

Donny tensed up in preparation, but stood his ground, waiting his leader's word. He bared his teeth at Bishop, as he imagined Shredder would, and laughed again.

"You've been played from the very beginning, Bishop. I never had any intention of honoring our deal, as I know you never intended to honor it either."

"Honor this!" Bishop snapped, whipping the gun out and taking aim.

At the same time, Leo gave a hoarse "Now!" into Donny's ear. Donatello immediately ducked, trusting his brother on blind faith, and felt a surge of relief as he heard the loud, echoing report of a gunshot but felt no pain. He hadn't been hit. Following Leo's instructions, Don dropped to the ground as the gun went off again, rolling once, then he jumped to his feet before Bishop could get off another shot. Leaping forward four giant bounds, Don swung his bo staff with all his might and was rewarded with the sound of Bishop's pain-filled grunt as the gun fell to the ground.

"You shouldn't have tried that, Bishop," Donny snarled. He heard the government agent back up, and he swept his bo across the floor where he had heard the gun fall. The ugly metal weapon went spinning out of reach across the warehouse.

"I don't need a gun to kill you," Bishop said with a cool smile. "It only makes it easier."

Donny felt movement and instinctively swung the bo, as Bishop employed some fancy acrobatics to leap out of Donny's way and reach a stack of crates by which a tall, metal pole was leaning.

"Come on, then!" Bishop snarled, swinging the heavy thing. Donny couldn't see what it was, but he could hear it whistling through the air. He didn't need to be told that one good hit would leave him thoroughly incapacitated.

With a yell, Donny launched himself blindly forward, listening with all his might and feeling the air around him for his enemy. It was just like training with his brothers… feel, don't think. For the most intelligent of the turtles, this came harder for him than the others, but all four were more than able to fight blindfolded.

From his hiding place, Leo forced himself to keep quiet. His directions would only distract Donatello now. He had to have faith that his younger brother could do this. After all, they were ninja… they had all sparred in the dark before. Master Splinter had always believed this was an invaluable skill, and of course he was right.

Usually, though, the dark meant that neither opponent could see. Bishop had the advantage of his eyes. Leo shook his head. He couldn't offer a whole lot of help without being discovered, which would blow their cover and their game entirely, but he would do what he could to level the playing field.

Sneaking out with the silence only a ninja can harness, Leo crept from his hiding place, taking advantage of Bishop's total focus on his brother to reach the front wall by the door, where the light switch was.

With a grim smile on his face, Leo evened the odds with a flick of the switch.

Bishop held in a gasp as the warehouse went dark. What had happened? Blast, he couldn't see the turtle now! He knew that the helmet's camera was equipped with night vision, which meant Saki would be able to see him. Bishop squinted into the darkness, trying to pick out any sort of shape in the darkness, but he had closed the door behind him and the warehouse was black as pitch.

"Coward!" Bishop yelled into the darkness, trying to relax and let his advanced senses pick up on the turtle's location. A low, evil-sounding chuckle came from right behind his ear and he spun, swinging the huge metal bar ferociously, only to be met with empty air.

"You can't fool me, Bishop," he could hear the turtle say. "You were in league with those turtles all along, weren't you? They recruited you to try and stop me, didn't they?" He heard the chilling laugh again.

"That's not true!" Bishop yelled, turning red with anger at the thought of joining forces with those detestable turtles. From his vantage point, Leo smiled and shook his head. Donny was having way too much fun with his role. Not that Leo would begrudge him this chance to exact a small bit of revenge on the man who had tormented him so callously.

"I'm on to you, you can't fool me," Don repeated, circling Bishop in the dark. "You can't hide from me forever… you can't stop me. I will take dominion over this world. This world has always been pathetic and weak. Even a child from my planet could easily defeat it."

If either of the turtles could have seen the look on Bishop's face when he heard that, they would never have been able to keep themselves from laughing. Bishop made a strangled noise in the back of his throat, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as his mouth moved up and down, trying to remember how to form words. Even in spite of his proximity to a dangerous enemy, Bishop couldn't figure out how to make his muscles work. There was nothing that could goad the agent into moving, as his mind shut down to everything but those words.

A child from his planet?

No. Just… no.

No, it was not possible. He was lying, of course. He had to be. This was… no.

This couldn't be true, it just couldn't be. Bishop refused to believe it. Donatello had been telling the truth? Bishop could still hear the turtle, chained down in the cold cell, speaking calmly... How can YOU possibly be working with the Shredder? You DO know he's an alien too, don't you?

At the time, he had assumed that this was simply a ridiculous ruse to set himself and Saki against each other. Now, though…

"You're lying. You're not an alien. It's not possible," Bishop said coolly, deciding to call Saki's bluff and praying dearly that it was one. Donatello just laughed, and Bishop could imagine the look on Saki's face on the other end of the wire.

"I'm lying? My dear Bishop, how on earth would you know? You've believed what I've made everyone on earth believe for a countless number of years… that I'm one of you pathetic humans. You believed it, just as you believed that I had actually killed Donatello. You wouldn't know truth from lies, Bishop, even when they're staring you in the face."

"Show yourself, you coward!" Bishop yelled, still trying to locate the turtle. "You're wrong… I will stop you!"

"Now, Don!" Leo hissed. "Now!"

Donny smiled. Time to make his play.

"How?" he asked in his best sinister sounding voice. "By killing the turtle? No matter… I have more… and you're out of time."

Across the warehouse, Leo pushed the door open and hurriedly backed away in to the shadows, remaining unseen. Taking advantage of the faint, guiding light, Bishop turned and sprinted for the door. Saki was right. He was wasting time, fighting Donatello… killing him would not stop that… alien. By the time Donatello had pulled off the helmet, Bishop was already in his car, driving like mad for the second time that night towards the Foot Tower.

"So much for phase one," Leo muttered as the ninja took off full speed, following Bishop's warpath towards the Tower. As he ran, he pulled out his phone to contact Raph. Time to regroup for the second part of his plan.

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