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Ch. Rating T

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You learn something BIG in this ch.

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A Date with the Devil

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A sudden brightness blinded him, and Donnie yelped in surprise. He raised his hands to shield his eyes only to find them bound and connected the shackles that held his feet. All he could do was turn his head and squeeze his eyes closed, counting the seconds until whatever was coming, arrived.

Nothing.

Second, after second, he just stood there, blind and bound.

When his brain stopped screaming and the light around him did not seem as blinding,, he opened his eyes as quickly as he dared.

Shapes began to emerge until he found himself standing in a lab.

Machines, wires, vials, bubbling fluid…all the normal points of a lab.

Oh, and about four dozen armed men in suits.

Gulp.

Donnie looked at them, they looked back.

Tick. Tock.

He had no idea just how long he stood there waiting on someone to do something the tension eating away at him.

Hs posture remained still and only his eyes moved.

The waiting was driving him crazy, leaving him to scream in his mind for something to happen.

Of course, when it finally did…He would of given anything to take it back…

"Donatello, we meet again."

The steady whirl of machines seemed to fade out into nothing as an all to familiar voice spoke behind him.

Despite knowing that moving with that many guns aimed at you is never wise, he spun and found himself staring into the cold eyes of the one who was responsible for this.

The one who captured them.

The one who hurt Raphael.

The one who may have killed Mikey.

The one who now had him at his mercy.

The one man he respected for his genius and hated for his malice bigotry.

Agent Bishop.

Agent Bishop stood with his hands clasped behind his back at parade rest. His posture relaxed and the image of ease. A smug smirk poised on thin lips and eyes shielded behind tinted glasses.

"Now before you go into your patter of questions, knowing full well I won't answer them. I pose an option to you" came the cold tone.

That cold tone.

How had they missed it in the room?

Looking at him now Donnie's mouth was agape.

What could he say.

Finally Donnie closed his jaw and nodded.

He had no idea of his brother's health but for some reason he was being granted a one on one with their captor. A stupid attempt at escape would only end in disaster, so for now he played along.

Agent Bishop smiled.

"Good, I thought perhaps you would listen."

A brief stare down signaled that Donnie was going to in fact remain silent. This fact assured the agent now spoke.

"Your brother did not choose to cooperate, and for that reason I could only use elements of him. You see what I need from you is best given in a conscious state."

Donnie swallowed. He remembered how beaten Mikey had looked on the gurney. He had been hurt badly. So what ever this bastard wanted, Donnie would have to be awake.

Peachy.

Taking a breath Donnie spoke for the first time, the visible jump in the room signaled that some did not expect he could talk.

"I understand, but I want assurances."

Bishops eyebrow rose just slightly.

"You are in no position to-"

Taking a chance, Donnie cut him off.

"Agreed, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm more then willing to do something stupid that will get me killed by one of your trigger happy commandos. If it keeps your greedily little hands off something you want from me."

Bishop's eyebrow rose to his hair line, before settling down into the typical scowl. He seemed to be debating on something.

"What is it you wish?"

The cold tone made it clear it was unlikely he would get any thing he demanded, but at least he was bargaining.

"Two things. I want to see my brothers. I traded for Mikey, let me see them together. Second, tell me what you want, what is all this for. If this is going to hurt, and possibly worse I think I have that right."

Donnie debated on demanding the safety of his brothers, but he didn't want to risk loosing what ever leverage he had managed to obtain. He hoped if he could understand -why- they were here, then perhaps he could reason a way out.

The silence stretched between them as Bishop debated and Donnie held his breath.

Finally Bishop spoke, "I will give you this …"

Donnie looked surprised.

"If you agree to do as I say with out question."

Donnie frowned, that didn't surprise him.

"You must consent to obey my every order with out question, or I will kill you."

Duh. Donnie thought

"And your brothers."

Donnie sobered.

"And I will hunt down your father and friends for the aggravation you caused me."

Game. Set. Match.

Donnie nodded.

Bishop would nod and a similar image to what they had seen in the cell appeared from his gauntlet.

The room was darkened but all kept a green tint: night vision.

Donnie whimpered. He could see two shapes cradling a third.

Mikey.

Oh, God Mikey.

The night vision did little to tell if that last shape was alive…or dead.

Donnie opened his mouth to question but Bishop shook his finger at him.

"No, No…our terms were agreed to."

Donnie bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something that would only hurt their situation.

Bishop seemed pleased.

"So well trained."

Donnie felt sick.

"Now for what you really wanted to know…just why you are here…"

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See I did write more!

I'm flitting between this and Random Ramblings updating one on Tuesdays and one on Saturday if I can help it.

Hope you all are surprised to find out just who are villain was.

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