Even with his ninja training, Michelangelo couldn't help but cringe when he could still here the padding of his feet against the hard tile floor. He tried listening for other sounds, but only heard his brothers' footfalls right next to his. "Aren't there supposed to be more guards then this?" He asked, gesturing to the empty hallways.

Donatello looked up at the dead camera that they were passing, "Yeah, and shouldn't Bishop appeared by now?" He questioned.

Leo glared at the empty hallway around him. This was way too easy. "Come on," Leo urged, "Keep your guard up." He kept his shoulders squared and grew more cautious with every step. This was Bishop's HQ, this should not be this easy.

His body tensed at the muffled giggle that came behind him and Leonardo quickly spun around and glared at his two brothers. Mikey pressed his hands tighter over his mouth and ducked sheepishly with a smile at Leonardo's intense gaze. Donnie growled at Mikey and crossed his arms.

"What the heck are you two doing?! This is a stealth mission! We need to be serious!" Leo hissed.

"First off," Mikey smiled, "There's no need to be stealthy if nobody's here." He stated, "And second," He quickly pointed to Donatello, "It was his fault!"

Donnie dropped his arms and gaped at Michelangelo. "What! Nu-uh! You started poking me first!" He defended.

"Yeah, but you poked back! And it tickled!" Mikey pointed out, earing himself another glare from his older purple-clad brother.

Donatello growled. "I'm going to tickle you all the way to-"

"Shhh," Leo suddenly hissed, he lifted and turned his head as he listened carefully. A moment of complete silence passed, and Mikey opened his mouth to say something when Leo interrupted with a wave of his hand, indicating for his brothers to follow. Without words, they snuck their way down the completely white hallway, passing a couple of doors before suddenly stopping at one.

He peered through the door's window before quickly ducking underneath it; pressing his finger to his lips, telling everyone to stay quiet.

He poked his head back up and looked back into the window, his brothers quickly imitating his actions.

The room was completely trashed. Blood from dead animals sprayed the walls, while cages laid bent and scattered across the room. Things looked as if they had been physically ripped out from out of the ground and chucked across the room. The walls looked as if they would tumble down on the two men that stood in the center of the chaos.

John Bishop was shaking. His fists clenched around a broken clip board as fire burned in his eyes. "I don't care what you have to do! I want them back here, now!" He shouted, watching as Chaplin shrunk back, clutching his still intact clipboard to his chest.

"I… uh… sir… there…" Chaplin began to stammer as he blinked around the room, mostly at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact.

Bishop's face screwed up in anger, which did not go unnoticed by the frightened scientist in front of him.

Leo gazed around the room. The amount of wreckage and blood scared him. Had his brother been in here? Was he hurt? Where was he now? And more importantly, was he with the thing that did this?

The next words brought Leonardo's gaze back on the two men. "T-there was n-no way to c-control him, s-sir." Chaplin explained and Bishop growled. He gulped and continued, "W-we have no i-idea where he went o-or where he t-t-took the turtle."

Leo felt his brothers tense next to him.

Bishop clenched his fists tightly. "So, you lost them?!" He snapped.

Shaking, Chaplin replied with a small 'yes sir,' before Bishop exploded.

"Those two were my two biggest projects! And you're telling me you just lost them!?" Bishop yelled as he whipped out his phone and immediately began giving orders.

"Guys…" Mikey piped up from the back of their small group.

Leo gave a small nod, the place would be chaos soon with a disappointed Bishop, they needed to leave.

Leo quickly led his team out of the building, his heart sinking as the dots connected themselves in his head. They needed to find out what to do next. Raphael wasn't here, and he had no idea where to look next.

"Are you sure you're not in the World Record book?" Bruno leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head as he watched his friend unwrap another hamburger.

"Pretty sure." Jason replied as he took a juicy bite, keeping one hand on the steering wheel as he drove them back to their home town.

Bruno shook his head. "I just don't get how someone can eat that many hamburgers."

Jason shrugged, "I don't get how someone drinks so much Mt. Dew without having to go and whiz." He rose an eyebrow and smirked

"…Two shay."

Jason reached over and turned on the radio, some crumbs of sandwich falling on his lap.

The classic rock the played zoomed right over Bruno as his brain began to wonder. He blinked when he heard a small scream. He glanced over at Jason, then at the radio, then out the window. He blinked and suddenly the scream was there again, banging around his head.

His eyes widened when he realized that it was the young turtle's screams for his help. He shook his head, hoping to get rid of them, but his mind only continued to replay the toddler's pleas. He glared at the road that was zooming past, trying to clear his mind completely.

"What's your name?"

"Bruno."

"My name is Raphael!"

Bruno groaned and placed his head in his hands, earning him a questioning look from Jason.

"Will there be pizza? I'm really hungry! I could eat a horse! Or something bigger!" Bruno suddenly realized that he was wondering if the people had ever fed Raphael. He was actually worried about the little brat!

Bruno blinked and he could suddenly see Raphael curled up on him, sleeping so peacefully, innocently. Then the image disappeared and Bruno vocally gasped.

His thoughts were interrupted when someone began shaking his shoulder. "Man are you ok? You look sick."

Bruno sure did feel sick.

Bruno shook his head, the image of tears streaking down Raph's face flashed through his mind, "I don't know," He replied honestly, "I can't stop thinking about that turtle."

Jason sighed and leaned back into his seat, "Ya know something… I can't either." He stated.

Bruno looked up at him, Jason's eyes still focused on the road. "He kinda reminded me of my kids when they were little."

Bruno's eyes widened. "You had brats of your own?!" he asked, completely flabbergasted.

Jason laughed and nodded. "They're annoying, always out of control, getting into trouble, hard to keep in order," he shook his head with a smile, "But their worth it," he took a quick glance at Bruno, and you gotta love them."

Bruno turned his gaze back to the passenger window, watching as the rest of the trees blurred past. His mind wandered, and a thinking Bruno usually was something you would like to avoid by five miles, but this time… this time it was different.

He bit his bottom lip and turned back to Jason as determination filled his eyes. "We have to go back."