A/N: Okay here it is, sorry for the long wait but I has having difficulty writing a chapter for my other story.

This is a long chapter, nearly 1,000 words longer that the other two. So I hope you enjoy.

There is some techno babble in this chapter that I got from an actual paper so I guess I need to recognize it. The paper is entitled, The Electric Bomb - a Weapon of Electrical Mass Destruction, by Carlo Kopp.

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Chapter 3

Virgil's POV:

Virgil started to come-to, slowly at first. In the beginning he didn't remember where he was or what had happened to him, but he did notice the numbness of his body and how heavy it felt. He tried to move, but his efforts were ineffective. Even his eyelids were too heavy to open.

Virgil was lying on his stomach sprawled on a cool surface. He moved his hands up to his shoulders slowly, and used them as leverage to push himself up onto his knees.

'Man my head is killin' me' he thought, 'where am I?' His memories came rushing back all at once accompanied with a painful throbbing. His eyes flew open, which didn't help his headache any because of the bright lights. He quickly shut his eyes again.

Virgil stood up quickly, panic overcoming him. Immediately he regretted his action, albeit a little too late, for the next moment he was back on all fours trying to keep the nausea and dizziness away. 'Okay, standing fast, not good' so instead he scooted himself so he was leaning against a wall to wait it out and get his bearings back.

Virgil sat back and pulled his knees to his chest resting his head in his knees. After a few moments he opened his eyes, slowly this time and took in his surroundings. It wasn't at all as he expected. He expected to be in dank, dark jail-type cell with stone walls and steel bars. His 'accommodations' were the complete opposite. He was incarcerated inside a giant see-through cylinder, 20 feet tall and 5 feet in circumference. It ran from the floor to the ceiling. At the very top were small ventilation holes to allow air in and out. Outside of his cylinder was a very large, white room. The cylinder itself was in the center of the room which appeared to be a laboratory from all the scientific equipment that littered the room.

Curious, Virgil stood up (slowly this time) and went up to the opposite wall to get a better look. He pressed his hands up against the material. It was smooth and cool under his fingers, but it felt weird to Virgil. It definitely wasn't glass, but it wasn't plastic either, but it was strong. He could see out as clearly as though he was looking out of a window. The lights also confused him. The room was very bright but he couldn't see any light fixtures on the ceiling or on the walls. He thought it was all very strange, 'Who are these people?' He didn't recognize any of the technology that filled the room either, but he had a sneaking suspicion what they were going to be used for.

'First I'm a human battery, now I'm a giant lab rat, just great'

Upon further inspection he noticed that no one was in the room with him. No one in long white coats with clipboards studying his every move.

"HELLO?" He shouted, then he paused, listening. Nothing. He pounded the plastic-like material with both fists as he tried again to get someone's attention, "Hey, let me out of here!" Again, no answer. He leaned back against the wall and slumped down to the floor. "Great," he mumbled, "How'm I suppos…" 'Duh, just blast your way out, there's plenty of tech in here to charge you' Virgil berated himself for not thinking of it sooner.

He stood up again and moved to the center of the cylinder and reached for the power. Right away he noticed that something wasn't right. Normally he didn't have to try so hard to charge up. He let out a frustrated sigh, "Come on Virgil, pull it together"

He shook out his arms and rolled his shoulders to loosen them up. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind in concentration. He raised his arms so they were slightly above his shoulders, as if to reach out to any electric current in the room. He could only feel the tiniest tingle, but it felt … wrong, foreign somehow.

"It's no use you know"…

Stockman's POV:

Stockman had just stepped out of the lab when Karai Came up behind him, "Stockman" Stockman jumped with surprise at the unexpected company, but he quickly recovered. Clearing his throat he turned to face one of his employers, "I have repeatedly told you NOT to sneak up on me." His condescending tone was not lost on Karai.

She scowled in anger. "Do not presume to tell me anything. Do not forget with whom you are dealing with." The threat didn't escape Stockman.

"Fine," he said without any trepidation, "What do you want?"

"The master is getting impatient." Karai supplied.

Stockman let out a frustrated sigh. While pinching the bridge of his nose he answered, sounding like he was talking to a young child who kept asking the same question over and over again, "I have told Saki that it will take time. The subject hasn't even awoken yet. But the outcome will be wroth the wait, I assure you."

"It better be, for you know well the consequences of failure." Karai turned and left as quickly as she came.

Stockman's' hand went up to the patch covering where an eye used to be. "Yes, I do, and I do not intend on it happening again." He said, his voice was laced with hatred and revulsion.

Stockman realized that he had forgotten the reason he was out here and cursed Karai, blaming her for his lack of memory. So he went back into the lab to wait for the subject to wake. Upon entry Stockman noticed that his waiting was over, because the boy was awake. He watched as the boy was standing in the center of his containment unit, arms raised. It appeared to be that he was concentrating very hard. Stockman smiled, "It's no use you know…"

Virgil's POV:

Virgil whirled around to face the owner of the voice. An African-American man in a long white lab coat stood before him.

He didn't say anything, only stared defiantly. His breath came faster and his heart rate increased. His captor continued to speak. "Even if you managed to absorb any power, which is a fruitless endeavor, no metal can be found in this room for you to manipulate. The material of your containment unit is indestructible and we even took the liberty of removing any metal on your person."

Virgil looked down at his clothing and noticed for the first time that he was no longer wearing his costume. The only items of clothing he had on was a pair of white scrubs, like the doctors wore on T.V. His hands flew to his face searching for the familiar feel of his mask under his fingers, but all he felt was skin. His eyes widened in panic as he locked his gaze on the man in front of him.

With his voice low and full of loathing he asked, "Who are you and why am I here?"

With a smirk on his face, the man answered, "Now, now Mr. Hawkins, didn't your father teach you any manners?"

Again Virgil's eyes widened. "How did…?" "I know your name?" The man finished his question.

"My employer has resources all over the country. Let's see," The man pick up a folder from a near by counter, "Virgil Hawkins, A.K.A. Static, 15 years of age, second child of Robert Hawkins. Mother is deceased, older sister Sharon. A student at Dakota Union High and spends most of his time in the presence of a one Richard Foley. Approximately one year ago you were exposed to a gaseous mutagenic compound that gave you control over electricity and magnetic fields. How am I doing so far?"

Virgil glowered. "Man, this guy knows everything about me.'

"Since you know so much about me, it would be rude to not introduce yourself." Virgil made sure his words were full of spite.

The smirk never faltered from the guys face, "I am Dr. Baxter Stockman, lead scientist of these fine facilities."

"So why am I here?" Virgil asked, determined to get some answers.

"Let's just say we are in need of you special talents." Stockman replied.

"Yeah, that's what the chick said, but why exactly?" Virgil asked.

"Your feeble, adolescent mind could never possibly hold the intellect to comprehend."

"What, your fancy records don't mention that I tested above average intelligence, especially in science? Why don't you just try me?" Virgil challenged.

Normal POV:

The taunt was too much for Stockman. 'This child is exasperating.' "Fine. We need your immense capacity of electrical energy to provide power to a device which I built. The technology involved is highly diverse, but the main component is an explosively pumped Flux Compression Generator, or FCG. The FCG makes the device capable of producing electrical energies on the grounds of tens of MegaJoules in tens to hundreds of microseconds, in a relatively compact package. The purpose of the device itself is to use a fast explosive to rapidly compress a magnetic field, transferring much energy from the explosive into the magnetic field. The intense magnetic forces that result causes the immediate failure of all electric based technology, especially equipment that has been internally shielded against electromagnetic attack."

Stockman finished his heavily jargoned explanation confident that this child did not grasp what he had said.

Virgil listened to the mans' description with an arm across his chest supporting the other, and his hand was lightly stroking his chin in thoughtfulness.

"So, basically you built an Electromagnetic bomb." Virgil said with indifference.

Stockman was stunned.

"What I don't understand," Virgil continued, "is why you need me. You could get enough power to knock out a large portion of the country easy…"

Comprehension lit Virgil's features as his eyes widened in alarm and his arms dropped to his side, "You're planning to use the bomb on the entire planet, that's why, because I have the power you need."

"It appears that I underestimated you." Stockman turned away, obviously angry that a mere child figured it out so quickly.

"Y-you can't do that." Virgil stuttered, still in shock, "Millions of innocent people will get hurt or killed."

Virgil was furious as he pressed against the wall of his prison. "And I won't help you"

"Heh, you have no choice" answered Stockman, "Of course things would be easier on you if you cooperated." After a few moments of silence Stockman let out a light sigh, "No matter. There are ways of obtaining what we require of you."

As Stockman said this the air holes at the top of the containment unit closed save for one. From out of the ceiling a hose descended and attached itself to the remaining hole and gas started to pour in. Virgil started to cough and gag. Before long his world once again faded into blackness…

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Richie was really getting worried. Virgil was supposed to be back hours ago and he wasn't answering his shock-vox. The logical side of Richie's brain told him that everything was fine and the mission with Batman was just taking longer than planned. His gut, however, was screaming that something was very, very wrong. If the mission was the reason for the delay, Virgil would surely have let him know and second, Richie had no way of contacting Batman. Virgil had taken the only communicator with him on his mission and it would take far too long to hack into the Dark Knights computer systems.

Richie paced around headquarters, racking his super genius brain for solutions, when Backpack gave his tall-tale signal of Bang Baby activity.

"Who is it Backpack?" Richie asked out loud, because he hasn't yet donned his helmet. The robot gave a series of blips and beeps, conveying the information to its creator.

"Hotstreak. Figures."

Richie quickly changed into his Gear persona and was soon flying towards the coordinates that Backpack relayed to him. On the way Richie thought about their last fight with the pyromaniac. Something had seemed off to Richie at the time, but he had just brushed it off. Now though, he could use some answers.

Richie found Hotstreak with little trouble. It was hard to miss all the fiery explosions. He was out of control. It was like he wasn't expecting Static or himself to show up and stop him this time. This only made Richie's suspicions grow. He grabbed some of the zap caps he designed especially for restraining their favorite hotheaded criminal. Richie threw them and they hit their target. Hotstreak was caught by surprise and fell flat on his face against the concrete.

"Hey, what the…you? I thought they were after both of you. Great, how nice 'a them to leave that part out." He mumbled, but Gear caught every word. The action was swift and before Hotstreak knew what was happening, he let out a grunt as he was being slammed up against a brick wall.

"What do you mean? Where's Static?" Gear asked with heat behind his voice.

"I ain't tellin' you nothin' brain boy."

Gear was through being nice. He decided to take a page from Batman's book. A little fear tends to loosen the tongue. He griped Hotstreak's bindings and took off. He flew up until they were far above the tallest buildings.

"Tell me what happened to Static or we'll see if fire can fly."

"Yeah right, you don't have the gut -- Aahhh!" Hotstreak didn't have a chance to finish before Gear released his hold on him. After a few terrifying seconds he came to a gut wrenching stop. "Okay, okay…" He managed between gulps of air, "I'll spill, I'll spill, just…d-don't do that again." Hotstreak quietly sighed in relief as they touched down on a rooftop.

"Start talking" Gear said with a solemn expression on his face and a sternness in his voice that brokered no argument.

"The other day this Asian chick and her humungous crony paid me to draw out Static. Said she wanted a demonstration or somethin'." Hotstreak supplied and he was none too happy.

"Where did they come from?" Gear asked.

"Dunno and don't care." Gear made to take off with him in hand again, "Wait, wait!" Hotstreak panicked, he didn't like heights and he definitely didn't like the look in the hero's eyes. "I don't know, I swear, b-but the big guy did have this wicked tat of a dragon wrapping around his arm and it was purple. That's all I know." He spat out in a rush.

Gear didn't take his eyes off Hotstreak as he spoke, "Backpack, run a search on purple dragon tattoos. You better hope that Backpack comes up with something or jail will be the least of your worries."

Hotstreak gulped. 'Man, I never knew brain boy had a temper.'

Some minutes passed before Backpack started beeping. "Looks like your pet found something." Hotstreak quipped.

"Yeah, lucky you." Gear replied. Before taking off, he turned Hotstreak over to police.

Gear hurriedly made his way back to headquarters and packed. He was going to New York.

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It took him less than a half hour to reach the Big Apple. The sun was just starting to set, the perfect time to go searching for gang members, his quarry. At least Backpack found that there was a big-time gang in New York in which every member sported a purple dragon tattoo.

This was not going to be an easy search however, for Richie had never been to New York and didn't know the territory.

"Backpack, patch into the cities police channels and alert me if you her anything on gang activity."

It didn't take long before Backpack directed Richie to an alley. A woman was being harassed by five hoodlums. All had a purple dragon tattoo clearly visible. First things first, he needed to make sure the woman was safe.

"Hey, I don't think the lady wants to play with you guys." He yelled out, getting the attention of all six figures in the alley.

"Who the hell are you?" One of the bangers asked.

"The name's Gear, now leave her alone."

"Whatchya gonna do 'bout it kid?" Another one spoke up.

"This" and he tossed a smoke-releasing zap cap into the group, careful not to hit the innocent woman. While all the bangers were hacking and disoriented he swooped down and scooped up the woman and dropped her off on a roof top away from the alley and away from danger. Richie didn't even hear her thank him as he flew back to get some much needed answers.

He got back to the alley before the smoke had fully cleared. He only found two gang members still there. He figured the other three had bailed.

"Now which one of you knows where I can find an Asian woman who keeps the company of a really big dude with a tattoo like yours on his arm?"

"We won' tell you nothin'?" One of them said.

A few moments of silence passed. Gear sighed, "I'm waiting"

"Are ya deaf kid?" The same one asked.

"No I hear you, you said you 'won't tell me nothing' and that being a double negative means that you were actually going to tell me something." Gear stated matter-of-factly.

"Huh?" Both said in unison, clearly confused.

"Honestly, didn't any of you go to school. You learn this stuff in like, fourth grade." Gear said.

"Ya callin' us stupid or somethin'?" The other one asked.

"Obviously" replied Gear, adopting a stoic stance.

"Why you …" Both men charged him at once, but Richie was prepared. He threw two zap caps (the restraining kind) and both men were soon under control.

Gear walked up to the two struggling men, but before he could say anything, something hit him in the back between his shoulder blades, knocking him to the ground. He quickly rolled to avoid another blow. The three other gang members had returned to help their fallen comrades and they brought ten more of their buddies with them. A fight ensued. Gear managed to release a coupled exploding zap caps but things were starting to turn for the worse. One guy swung a pipe into his abdomen and Richie doubled over in pain. Two men grabbed him by the arms and twisted them painfully up behind his back. He was at their mercy, but he had the feeling that they had no mercy.

"Let's show this hero what the price is for messing with the Purples Dragons." A particularly nasty looking banger said, cracking his knuckles threateningly.

Richie squeezed his eyes shut preparing for the pain, but it never came. Instead sounds of fighting reached his ears. The two holding him let go to engage in the fight. Richie opened his eyes, but all he could see were four strangely shaped figures making short work on the gang members. Soon all were knocked unconscious or had fled.

"Dude, you okay?" Asked a voice, heavy with a surfer's accent.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He supplied, feeling a little dejected and embarrassed. He stood and brushed himself off.

"What do you think you're doin' getting' tangled up with the Purple Dragons?" This voice held a thick Brooklyn accent.

"I have reason to believe that a member, along with an Asian woman abducted my partner back in Dakota and brought him back here to New York." Gear provided.

"Karai and Hun" Another one spoke.

"You know them?" Gear asked.

"We've dealt with them before." A fourth voice said.

"That being the case, would you be willing to assist me in rescuing Static?" Richie asked, hopeful.

"Your partner is Static?" The fourth voice asked.

"Yeah, why?" But Richie was ignored. Instead the figure who last spoke turned to another, clearly the leader, "If the Shredder has Static --" "I know" the Leader cut him off, "we have to stop him."

The leader turned to Gear, "Can we trust you?"

Richie was confused, "Yes, of course, but why…?"

Before he could finish his question, the four figures stepped into the dim light of the alley. There, in front of him stood four giant turtles. Each carried different weapons and each wore a different mask over their eyes. The one wearing blue and carrying two swords spoke.

"My name is Leonardo and these are my brothers, Raphael," he gestured to the red one with giant fork things, "Donatello," pointing to the one in purple and carrying a stick, "and Michelangelo" the one wearing an orange band and twirling a pair of short sticks connected by a short chain, another was tucked in his belt.

"Call me Mikey"

"It's Raph"

"Donnie"

"And Leo's fine"

Silence.

"Well?" Donnie asked.

"You're turtles, so what? I've come across stranger back in Dakota. I'm cool with it." Gear said shrugging.

Leo sheathed his swords and stepped forward, extending his hand. Richie accepted.

Mikey came up to Richie, "So what's your superhero name? Mr. Roboto? No wait, it's, um, Mechano? Ow!" He said as he rubbed the back of his head thanks to a whack from Raph.

"No," Richie coughed, disguising his laughter, "The name's Gear."

"Awesome" Mikey said smiling widely.

Sirens heading in their direction caught their attention. "We should go somewhere where we can talk undisturbed." Leo suggested.

"Where Leo?" Donnie asked.

"Since the Shredder is involved we need to find out what he's up to and you'll need you computers for that right Don?" Leo asked. Donnie nodded.

"Then the lair is the only choice." Leo turned to face Gear. "Can we trust you with our secrets?"

"Yes" Gear replied with all the honesty and integrity he could muster. "In fact, let me prove it to you." Gear reached up and removed his helmet, "My real name is Richie Foley."

"Leo we can trust him." Mikey said, his seriousness was evident in his voice.

"How d'ya know Mikey?" Raph asked.

"Because, a superhero's secret identity is his most important advantage." He replied.

"Right" Leo said, "Let's go."

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A/N: Too long? It couldn't be helped, but let me know if you like the length or not. Thanks for reading and please leave a review!