A couple of weeks later, there were some men in black scouring the rooftops for the turtles. It was some of Bishop's men again. They were looking for the turtles.
Bishop was still mad at the turtles for messing up his plans with his Slayer. Now he wanted some payback. He had said on his way out the last time, that they would one day pay for what they had done.
Tonight, three commandoes were running over rooftops and using night vision binoculars to try to find the turtles. It was still a warm enough evening for reptiles to be active out.
Soon enough, this group of commandoes did find the turtles, two of them anyway, and something extra: a lizard with them.
The turtles that were out were Don and Mikey. Leo, Raph, and Casey were out too, but in another part of town.
The commandoes reported back to Bishop by radio.
"Agent Bishop, we have located two of the turtles, but we have also seen something new with them." One of them said.
Bishop was online with them. "What do you have for me?"
"It's some kind of lizard."
This information got Bishop's attention. "Does it look like a crocodile?" He assumed it was Leatherhead.
"No. This is not the crocodile at all. It's something new."
"Call in back up and get the turtles and this lizard then. I must have them." Bishop ordered. He knew the turtles could be tough fighters, so the humans needed extra backup.
The men proceeded to call for backup and many men drove to their location. A helicopter was even called in.
Don, Mikey and Randall were having fun with each other when all of a sudden, a helicopter came out of nowhere and men in black came and surrounded them.
"Freeze! Or we will open fire!"
The men knew Bishop wanted them alive.
"Where did they come from?" Mikey asked.
"I don't know, but we have to get out of here." Don said.
Randall had an instant fear reaction and vanished.
The men were shocked.
"Get the turtles!"
Don and Mikey fought back with what they had. And for what the humans couldn't see, then they were attacked by something they couldn't see. The men were tripped up or hit in the face, or their guns were hit into their faces. Randall had become quite good at this.
But then, darts were hit into Don's right arm, and Mikey's left leg. It made them stop fighting. They were getting dizzy.
Men then grabbed Don and Mikey, making them drop their weapons. Mikey's phone also came out of his belt.
"If you're still here, Lizard, if you want your friends to live, you'll come out of hiding right now!"
Randall froze. He had never been stuck in this dilemma before, because he had just always looked out for himself. But now, he did think of the turtles as his family. He still stayed invisible though.
He bared his teeth silently and went to work. He snuck up on the men and bit their legs and arms. It made them let go of his friends when they cried out in pain.
The copter flying overhead had landed a few rooftops over to have given the help. So it was down.
When the men had let go of his friends, then he proceeded to jump on them, tail swat them in the face and trip them up. And this had been five men.
When all the humans were down and unconscious, Randall unblended and went over to check on Mike and Don. He gently shook them, but they were unconscious. He took out Don's shell cell and hit the distress button.
Across town, Leo, Raph, and Casey were responding.
"Come on, guys, wake up." Randall said. His friends weren't dead, but they just weren't waking up.
But then, one commando came to just enough with a gun and he fired it. It didn't give off a bang because it was a dart gun.
Randall was pierced in the back, near his spine. He cried out in pain and put a hand to the area, feeling something and pulled it out. It was a dart!
Then he felt his vision getting blurry. He had to stay awake. Then he saw in his vision a black form coming toward him.
Randall growled at him.
The man could see the lizard was on the verge of unconsciousness, but he was fighting it.
"This is for attacking me." The man said.
Randall's vision was so blurry that he just didn't see it coming fast enough and he was hit in the head with a gun. It instantly knocked him down, unconscious.
The man could now see the lizard in better details. It was too dark out to see all the details, but he could see all eight limbs and the fronds on its head.
When the other men came to, the bite marks were saw to, and they picked up Don, Mikey, and Randall. They were all put on gurney tables and their limbs were all tied down. Then the copter was flown over and it took them away.
Leo, Raph, and Casey soon arrived at the spot. There was a shell cell on the ground. It was Mikey's phone. That meant that Don still had his. They could still track them down.
"Who do you think took them?" Casey asked.
"It could have been the Foot." Raph said.
"Or worse, Bishop." Leo said.
They dreaded to think what would happen if that maniac got his hands on their brothers and friend.
Master Splinter was called and that Don, Mikey, and Randall had been captured by someone. They were coming back for the Battle Shell.
"I will be waiting for you."
April was also called on for help. They would need all the help they could get to recover the three missing ones.
…
Bishop was already familiar with the turtles' genetic makeup, but this lizard, he had never seen before. He had seen many types of animals in this world, but no lizard like this one before. Was it a mutant too? It sure looked like one.
Purple and blue skin and scales, antenna on the head, eight legs, at least they assumed eight legs, and an ability to disappear, that the men had told him of. And how the toes on the feet had gecko/tree frog like suctions on them.
And from bite marks seen on his men's arms and legs, Bishop examined Randall's mouth. He saw the sharp teeth in there. Indeed, the teeth marks had come from him. He also saw the forked tongue, like a snake's. This was one remarkable lizard.
Bishop wanted to keep this lizard alive for as long as possible.
While the lizard was out, he wanted an MRI done on the body. He wanted it done this way before any dissection.
Randall's body was put through a MRI and the organs were found to not be too different from an Earth lizard's internal organs really. Though there were the extra limbs. And he did see the sex organs too. It was a male.
Bishop wanted to see how the lizard acted when awake before he resorted to anything drastic. The drug should be wearing off soon. For now, he wanted the two turtles put in cells to study and do with as he pleased later. Right now, he wanted to study the lizard.
…
Randall soon moaned. "Hm. Where am I?" He tried to rub his head, but couldn't.
Bishop was standing in the shadows, watching. So this lizard could talk too. Fascinating.
When his vision focused more, Randall looked down at his arms and saw they were tied down with leather straps. He raised his head and saw his whole body was tied down. Straps were even over the middle of his body. His tail was tied down too.
His heart began to pound harder. This wasn't good. This was the last place Randall had ever wanted to find himself in. He also looked around for the turtles, which he didn't see. He knew he had to get out of here. He began to squirm desperately in the straps.
"Well, well, well. It's nice to see you are awake at last." A male voice was heard.
Randall froze. A man in dark clothes stepped out from the shadows.
"I see you are scared, Lizard, and want to know what's going on. Allow me to introduce myself. And I know you can talk, so don't try to stay quiet."
"Fine! I know who you are. You're Bishop!" Randall spat.
"The turtles must have told you about me."
"Yes. Let me go, you psycho!" Randall yelled.
"And just what is your name before I get to anything?" Bishop asked.
"Why should I tell you anything?"
"I can hurt your turtle friends if you don't talk."
"I'll never tell you anything!"
"What's wrong with just telling your name? Then I'll find out more if you don't talk."
"It's Randall to you!" Randall snapped at him. He didn't want to be called Gator or Lizard Boy.
"Alright, Randall. What are you anyway? You are one fascinating specimen. My commandoes have told me you have the ability to disappear." Bishop said.
Randall squirmed. He growled. "I'm not talking!"
"We can do this one of two ways, Randall. You tell me what I want to know, or I can take what I want." Bishop picked up a scalpel.
Randall struggled desperately. "Let me go!"
"As I look at your body, I see lots of scars here on your front side."
"Leave me alone!"
"And what are those on your head? You pinpoint feelings with those of what's around you? Are you an alien?"
"Shut up! No! I'm not an alien!"
"Are you a mutant like the turtles? I'm going to find out." Bishop said, then he turned on a dissection machine. But he didn't turn on the tools, just a scanner.
Randall saw the red light move up from his tail up to his head. What was this thing?
As Bishop looked at the scanner, he saw Randall didn't have the same genetic makeup as the turtles. He was definitely something different.
"Your genetic makeup is not like the turtles'. You are something different. You must be a different kind of mutant or really are an alien." Bishop said.
This guy was really annoying Randall. "I'm not telling you anything!"
"You better, Lizard, or I'll order one of your friends to be dissected. So you better talk."
Randall growled and bared his teeth.
"Or better, I can cut into your body to find out certain things."
Randall still gave Bishop a hard glare. He had his contacts in, so he could see this human perfectly clear.
"I see an unusual lizard creature that has gecko and tree frog like feet. A snake like body. And from hearing of the ability to disappear, it's almost like a chameleon quality. And I've seen your tongue too. Like a snake's. But there's no reptile on this planet that has antenna on their heads. What are they for, Randall?" Bishop demanded. "And you must have some use for those extra limbs, or I can see to it that they are amputated."
Randall's eyes widened. "NO! I need them all!" The turtles had said this guy was frightening if he captured you. And he knew he hated him already. "Let me go!"
"Hmm. Let me see if I can find out the thing that makes your ability to blend with your environment." Bishop said.
Randall gulped. It meant he might cut into his brain! "NO!"
Bishop got the scalpel ready.
…
Don and Mikey were both awake now and in separate cells. They were chained to the walls. But there were vents in the walls to where they could talk to each other.
"Where are we, Don?" Mikey asked.
"I don't know, Mikey. Somewhere in Bishop's hideaway. I just hope we're still in New York." Don said. His phone was gone. It must have been taken away.
"Where's Randall?"
"We can only hope he got away. But they could have gotten him too."
"I hope he's alright and the guys are on their way." Mikey said.
"I hope so too, Mikey. Are you alright, I mean, you don't have wounds of any kind?" Don asked.
"Nope. You?"
"Not at the moment. But we don't know what Bishop wants with us. But I'm sure he wants plenty to do with Randall if he has him."
Mikey didn't want to think about what Bishop could be doing to his friend. After what the Shredder had done to him, Bishop could be doing worse to him right now!