A/N: Geez guys.. this has been such a fantastic ride, but we're approaching the end! There's just this left, and then the epilogue. O.O I can't even begin to thank you all enough for your support, especially Mikell (AKA oh most fantastic beta…).

Pig: There IS just a little more to be revealed… and here it is! (And of course Leo has to censor Raph's language, it's what big brothers do, lol!)

WebMistressGina: LOL! Well thanks. If all anyone can say is that this is excellent, I must be doing something right! ;)

Mew Sakura: Bishop? Go crazy? Well, not exactly… but close! Keep reading to find out!

xtheamazingnothingx: Yikes, snowed in? Stay warm, wherever you are! But, I'm glad you ran across this story, even if it's later in the game! I hope you enjoy the last bit here, too!

This is by far the longest chapter. I won't keep you from it. Without further ado, I give you the culmination of Leo's [rather ingenius] plans:

Mikey gulped as the cold metal pricked his chin, leaving two drops of blood. Leo had explained his role to him very carefully… he definitely didn't remember this part being included. Mikey would have loved to turn to Leo to see what he had planned in this event, but he was scared that if he moved his head, it might be inadvertently removed.

Boy, would that ever suck.

"I'm waiting," Shredder snarled, digging the spikes a little harder in. Mikey squeaked in discomfort, trying to shift away from his enemy, nearly going cross-eyed while trying to keep an eye on the gauntlet.

Leo's mind was racing; Shredder wasn't following his script. The eldest turtle couldn't very well tell him the truth now. Leo had been counting on Bishop and Shredder arguing just a few more minutes to give Donny time to finish his last part of the job. Unfortunately, Bishop wasn't helping at all… they must have shaken his resolve more than Leo had anticipated. He had really thought the agent was made of tougher stuff, but at the moment he didn't seem as interested in fighting the Shredder as Leo had thought he would be. They had probably pushed him too far into the realm of utter disorientation.

That would be the last time any of his plans counted on an enemy to make things work out.

"Fine," Shredder said calmly, growing impatient. He pulled his hand back in preparation to strike and Mikey squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Leo opened his mouth with an impromptu back up plan, but Raph moved first.

"Wait!" Raph yelled. He lunged forward, only to be pulled back again by the Foot ninja, but it succeeded in stopping Shredder's hand. His brothers might kill him later, but he wasn't going to let Shredder murder Mikey right there in front of them. "Wait, you're right… Don ain't dead. You're right, ok? Leave 'im alone."

"Where is he?" Shredder jerked his hand, leaving two parallel cuts and Mikey squeaked again, feel the tiny blood drops tickle down his neck.

"First off, if ya do that again," Raph snarled, his eyes promising death. "I'm gonna tear your arms off an' beat ya to death with 'em. I'm tellin' you where he is, so leggo o' Mikey!"

Shredder pulled his hand back ever so slightly as Leo shot a furious glare at his brother.

"Raphael!" he growled, shaking his head in warning. What was he doing?!

"Raphie, don't!" Mikey pleaded, his eyes still closed in trepidation. Dying didn't sound like a good option, but neither did failing their mission now that they were so close to its resolution.

With an apologetic look at his brothers, Raph gestured to the door. "He... he's downstairs… in da basements. The plan was to wire da foundations to blow, an' bring da whole Tower down. But you ain't gonna be able to find 'im in time, anyway. You ain't got near enough ninja to cover dat much area."

Shredder smiled, pleased, and reluctantly stepped away from Michelangelo. Finally, they were getting somewhere. These turtles were so weak; threaten any one of them and the rest caved right away. "We'll see about that," he said softly. He turned to his soldiers. "Foot ninja! Go find the last turtle and bring him here! Hurry!"

"Raph…" Mikey sighed softly as the majority of the ninja army, save for the few that were restraining the three turtles, immediately vanished out of the room as silent as shadows. "Why did you do that?"

"Someone had to say somethin'… Mikey, I couldn' let 'im… I had to tell 'im," Raph muttered, not looking at either of his brothers.

Leo just shook his head, biting his tongue for the time being. He could only hope that Donny would hurry with his job so they could get to the final stage of the plan before it was too late.

"This all could have been avoided had you simply held on to the turtle," Shredder informed Bishop coldly. Agent Bishop, who was still contemplating the tiny ticking instrument that Mikey had been carrying, looked up in irritation.

"All of this could have been avoided," he snapped, "if you weren't a disgusting freak of nature from another planet."

Leo sighed, rolling his eye as the two squared off. Now Bishop decided to get his gumption up!? Two minutes ago would have been so much more suitable for his plans. A beeping sound from his shell cell suddenly filled the room, interrupting the argument. No one moved as the jangling ringtone echoed off the walls. Shredder and Bishop both stared hard at the turtle, who cleared his throat uncomfortably and glanced around as though wondering where the sound was coming from.

"Aren't you going to answer that, Leonardo?" Bishop asked coolly. "I imagine that's your brother, Donatello, calling for help. Why don't you ask him to join us?"

"I will give the orders, Bishop," Shredder spat out. "Go ahead, turtle. Answer that. We're waiting."

The Foot ninja holding on to one of Leo's arms let go to allow him to move. With a shrug, Leo pulled his phone out and flipped it open. Two words flashed across the screen and he grinned with relief, closing the phone again and putting it away. He winked at Mikey and Raph, nodding slightly.

"Good news, turtle?" Bishop sneered.

"Yes, actually. That was Donatello… he's across town, and he just finished blowing up your lab," Leo answered calmly. "He stayed behind to finish things up there. Oh, and he wanted me to tell you," the turtle continued, "that you really should NOT have destroyed his van. Donny didn't… appreciate that very much."

Bishop's face turned pale-white. He shook his head in denial, refusing to believe the words. Nothing the turtles had said or done so far that evening had been true, so why should this be? If it was true… but of course, it wasn't. It couldn't be.

"You're bluffing again," Bishop announced, managing to keep the quavering out of his voice. "Why should I believe anything you say? You blasted turtles have lied and tricked your way this far. We all saw him run in here with a blue mask on."

"Yeah, that coulda been Donny… either dat, or I had the blue mask," Raph said with mock thoughtfulness, "and changed to this one before da Foot caught up wit' me. Though I s'pose I was in an' out too quick for ya to get a good look. Which was kinda the point."

"You don't have to take our word for it," Leo pointed out. "Go see for yourself." He nodded in the direction of a door on the side wall that led to an outdoor balcony. Still glaring at him, Bishop hurried to the balcony door and tugged it open. He rushed to the railing, leaning against it and squinting in the direction of the warehouse. Sure enough, a huge plume of smoke was just visible, going up in the distance.

The government agent managed somehow to walk back inside and shut the door, a horrible, dizzying feeling of failure settling over him like a funeral shroud. He turned to Saki, almost in a dreamlike state.

"You… you… you said he was dead!" Bishop yelled accusingly.

"No, I said he was downstairs," Shredder snapped, without the slightest trace of pity for the agent's predicament. He pointed a metal-encased hand at Leonardo. "He said he was dead."

"No, Raph said he was downstairs. I said he was somewhere safe from you," Leo corrected with a shrug.

"I said he was dead, though," Mikey piped up helpfully, an innocent smile alighting his cheerful face. Shredder spun on them and all three turtles could feel the rage rolling off of him in ferocious waves of energy.

"I don't care who said what, or who is or is not dead," Shredder seethed. "Soon you will all be dead, and none of this nonsense will matter."

"Yeah, yeah. Can we just skip to the end here, Saki?" Raph spoke up. He was sitting back in a completely relaxed position. Shredder stared at him. Why wasn't the turtle trembling in fear of his imminent death?

"You've got all the witnesses out... you're welcome for that, by the way," Raph continued. He gestured at the Foot soldiers who had remained behind to guard them. "The trustworthy ninja are still here. Enough with the charade." He turned to smile wickedly at Bishop. "I don't think we ever really had Agent Bishop here fooled. Let's just move on… get rid of him now, so we can go ahead and start with our plan for world domination!"

The entire evening had been one of confusion and bewilderment for Shredder, but that was the point where his world lost all semblance of sanity. What was the infernal terrapin talking about!? OUR plan? He was slowly coming to realize that this particular turtle was the insane one of the four, but this was ridiculous! And what was worse, from the look on John Bishop's face, the government agent was actually swallowing it.

"So!" Bishop roared, his eyes bulging crazily. "It's true, then! I was right about you and the turtles from the beginning!"

"Don't be a fool!" Shredder snapped. "Can't you see what he's trying to do?"

"Oh, give it a rest, dude," Mikey chuckled, also looking as untroubled as could be. "I'm telling you, Bishop had us all figured out the whole time! We always knew we might not be able to trick him, remember us telling you that?"

"Yeah, Bishop turned out to be smarter than we gave him credit for," Leo added. "I mean, he noticed right off that we weren't wearing the right colors tonight. I bet he also noticed how we all managed to miraculously escape the one time that you were controlling Don instead of him."

"And even the Elite guard couldn't capture us, but Bishop did it practically single-handedly?" Mikey pointed out. "Come on, we probably should have let the Foot get Donny… that was way too obvious of us."

"And don't forget, it was Shredder who knocked Bishop out before he could shoot Leo," Raph lied without a drop of remorse, watching smugly as Bishop's face went rapidly from white to green to red as he switched from incredulousness to nausea to raw fury. "You know he hadta seen through all o' that. Just kill 'im and be done with it."

"They're lying!" Shredder protested, crouching into a fighting stance as Bishop balled his fists and did the same. Bishop shook his head, clearly beyond the reasoning stage.

"I told you I would stop you," the agent growled. "All of you freaks… you, and your turtle friends!"

"Ninja, attack!" Shredder yelled. It only took him a few fractions of a second to remember that most of his ninja were down below… searching for the only remaining turtle. Who, as it turned out, was nowhere near the Tower anyway. With a growl of frustration, he leapt forward himself, exchanging blows and kicks with the agile Agent Bishop.

"You heard him!" Mikey yelled at the ninjas who were holding him down. "Hurry! Help our Master before the evil government spy kills him!"

The Foot hesitated, not sure what was going on. It seemed... wrong somehow for them to listen to the turtles… weren't they enemies? Had… had they ever been? And if they were partners with their master now, when had that happened? Whose side was who on, anyway? Fortunately, the role of a Foot ninja was to follow orders, not to rationalize them... therefore they felt no guilt in letting go of the turtles to join in the fight.

It was a mark of Agent Bishop's considerable skill, that he could hold his own against Shredder and the tiny gang of Foot ninja. He ducked and jumped, avoiding their strikes while delivering his own with deadly accuracy. At least half of the ninja who had joined in the melee were already slumped down on the floor, unmoving.

The three turtles sat where they had been left, simply watching the spectacle unfold with rapt enjoyment. Nobody was paying even the slightest bit of attention to them whatsoever.

"Can we switch masks back yet, Leo?" Raph grumbled. "Red really ain't your color."

Leo grinned, removing his younger brother's mask and holding it out to him. Raph took the blue mask back out of the pouch on his belt where he'd stashed it earlier and handed it back to Leo. Mikey smiled, taking Don's mask from Raph and tossing it down to the floor.

"Let 'em keep it as a souvenir," he suggested. "As a reminder for what happens to those who assume Donny's anything like a nice, easy target…"

"By the way, Raph… Nice improvising," Leo said dryly. "Geez, I thought for a second there that you were actually going to tell Shredder what Don was doing. That was a great cover, though... I couldn't have done better myself! And then pretending we were with Shredder... man that was a stroke of genius!"

"I thought da whole idea was to let Bishop know where Donny was," Raph pointed out, wincing happily as a Foot ninja was biffed in the head by Bishop's right hook. "Ya know, so he could try an' leave, an' Shredder was gonna stop him, and dey were gonna fight? Ain't that what you said? What happened wit' that?"

"Well, that was the plan," Leo admitted. "But Bishop and Shredder didn't really stick to it. Anyway, you did get most of the Foot ninja out of the room… and it bought enough time for Don to finish up."

"Yeah, saved my shell, too!" Mikey exclaimed with a grin. "Donny sure took his time with that warehouse!"

"It's not just a matter of setting some explosives and blowing it up, Mikey," Leo pointed out. "He had to make sure it would only get rid of that one warehouse, not any of the others around it. Besides, he said there was some stuff in there worth taking a look through and taking back for ourselves."

Leo checked his watch as the fight between their enemies raged on unheeded in the background. "Oh. Guys, we should be getting out of here." He stood, pulling the other two with him. Neither Bishop nor Shredder nor the Foot ninja even noticed as the turtles casually picked up their confiscated weapons and headed for the door.

"But, Leo!" Raph complained, dragging his feet. "I wanna see those two kick each other's a–"

"Butts," Leo finished, glancing at his watch again nervously. "Yes, I know you do. And as much fun as that sounds, you're just going to have to trust me when I say, we really need to get out of here."

Heaving a dejected sigh, Raph picked up the pace. The three turtles ran swiftly through the silent building… it was completely devoid of guards, as the majority of them were still on a wild goose chase in the bowels of the Tower, and the rest were thoroughly caught up in the fight with Agent Bishop. It took only about a minute for the trio to reach a convenient exit into a back alley – the same they had used to get Donatello safely out the other night. Confident that the coast would remain clear for quite some time, the turtles headed quickly for the rendezvous point a few blocks down.

"How long d'ya think it'll take them to notice we're gone?" Mikey asked with a grin. He leapt agilely up in the air, wall jumping between two buildings and landing softly on the rooftop. The other two followed right behind and they stood looking in the direction of the Tower. Raph snorted and shook his head.

"Probably not for another good half hour, if they keep fightin' da way they were," he said.

"I don't think they have another half hour," a voice said from behind them. The three turtles turned as Donatello emerged from the shadows, grinning eagerly. "Hey guys, glad to see you all got out! Hey, Leo, I rescued some great stuff out of that building! We'll be able to-"

"Why don't they have another half hour?" Raph interrupted, suspicious suddenly that there was another part of the plan that he had not been privy to. Donny shrugged and looked at his watch, as Leo had done.

"Because that bomb that Mikey had is set to blow in about five minutes. That is, unless Bishop finds the button to set it off sooner, of course."

Both Mikey and Raph froze, turning to Leo who shrugged innocently.

"B…bomb? Like… real bomb? As in… boom?" Mikey stuttered, for once being the one at a loss for words.

Raph shook his head, trying to make sense of things. "You… you gave Mikey… you mean, dat t'ing… what, it was real? You gave Mikey a REAL bomb? What da shell, Leo? I thought it was FAKE!"

"Contingency plan," Leo said matter-of-factly. "If everything went wrong. But I'm betting on Bishop hitting the button any sec-"

He was interrupted by the sudden explosion, the largest of any so far. The rooftop that they were on, even a few blocks away, was shaken by the blast of the detonator in the heart of the Foot Tower. The turtles could only stare, wide-eyed, as the huge building slowly sank in on itself in a series of louder and louder crashes, until the uppermost tip of the once-proud Tower collapsed with a deafening boom.

"Well…" Donny said, blinking in awe at their handiwork. "Looks like he found the button…"

"Why is it," Mikey wondered aloud as they watched the smoke in satisfied fascination, "that everywhere we go, things seem to keep blowing up?"

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