Author's Note: I'm very sorry for the long wait. This past month has been a long one and i'm happy to say that i'm done with school for the semester. So now I have much more free time to write. I'll do what I can to write much. I thank you all for you waiting.

Also one last think, if anyone has any questions they want to ask about my story please do so. I'll answer anything you may want to know. Thank you and enjoy.

Chapter 13: An Incident

"So…how have you been these last few days?" Dr. Adams asked as he leaned back in the wooden chair he sat in.

Don leaned forward in the chair he was in, silent as he started to think. It had been a few days since he was taken to the labs and once again he was having another session with the doctor. Something he wasn't fond of. They were set up in a small room inside Foot HQ so they could have some privacy. They had been at it for a bit and Don hadn't really be as talkative, mainly because he had a bad feeling about the guy. Still that didn't stop him from talking to him during these sessions. "Things have been…strange as of late," Don responded, looking at the floor as he said it.

"Junko, I want you to continue your sessions with Dr. Adams," Shredder's told the turtle.

"What…but why?" Don looked at him with a confused look as he rose up from the chair in his room. "I thought I was done with that?"

"Why is that?" The doctor asked as he wrote a couple things down and listened.

The olive green turtle took a couple of breaths before explaining. "I've been…treated really well ever since I came here. My thoughts of what it would be like being here were completely off. Originally I thought I was going to be in a cell but no…instead I was given an actual room…not just a regular one but apparently one that is reserved for officers here. It was much more luxurious than I thought."

Oroku looked at the turtle as he clasped his hands behind his back, "I believe those sessions are helping you…and besides I think there may be some feelings you wish to confide with someone."

Don opened his mouth to make a comment but stopped for some reason. He then started to think about what had just been said. Of course he had a few confusing thoughts ever since he came here, but that's what he's supposed to feel…right?

"It will do you good, I know this," Shredder responded as he turned to leave. Don stayed where he was, mute to what was going on as he was left alone in his room.

"This is interesting…what else weren't you expecting?" Dr. Adams asked as he stopped writing.

"I…I actually…" Don nearly burst into tears as he spoke this next part. "I actually had a bed…a real bed to sleep in."

"Oh…how did this make you feel?"

Don's hands cradled his head as he continued to look at the floor, "I nearly burst into tears…I mean all those times back in that…other place I…always slept on the floor, a bed roll or didn't sleep at all…once I laid down…I nearly cried. One of the things I've been deprived of for so long I finally had…I was actually able to have night's sleep I didn't want to wake from."

"Maybe sleeping in a bed was a reminder of how things used to be. It reminded you of how you used to sleep all the time, and in a way it was an escape from the reality you found yourself in," the pencil's scratching hit Don as he knew the doctor was writing once again.

"Maybe…" was all Donny said. He wasn't really sure what kind of a response to give. So he just listened the best he could.

"What else happened?"

"I…I asked to see the labs and…I was allowed to…" Don looked up and his face beamed as he explained this next part. "Shredder let me look and try out all the equipment he had…and shell it was amazing…there were things there I got to use that I only thought I would see in my dreams…"

"And how did trying them out feel?"

"Amazing, these were tools I thought I'd never get to work with!" Don started to explain excitingly. "I always worked with equipment that were either in bad condition or that I had to fix, but these were practically new. These are conditions I dreamed of working in, the tools I get to use are amazing."

"From what I can tell you are getting privileges that are reserved for higher ranking officers."

"I know," Don nodded, the exciting expression slowly turning into one of confusion. "Shredder…told me that he expect great things from me. But…I'm not sure if I am."

Dr. Adams then started writing some more, "Why? From the reports I get you're basically a prodigy. Your intellect far surpasses many of our best scientist and what you can do with common junk is astounding. Why should you doubt yourself if you can do so many great things?"

"I…I'm just not sure." Don shuffled in his chair, his feeling genuine. He wasn't sure why he felt like he couldn't exceed or met the expectations that were set for him. A new foreign feeling started to settle in for him that he wasn't sure of what it is.

"Maybe it's the feeling of recognition?" Dr. Adams spoke up, which earned a quick confusing look from the olive green turtle. "Tell me something, has any of your brothers ever expressed interest in what you do in your personal time?"

Don took a moment to think this over, back to the parts he could remember. There were times when his brothers would ask what he was working on but usually they would lose interest after he stated explaining what it is he was working on. There were those rare times, but it was only inventions that benefit them, and not anything that would be just for Donny himself. "Not really…but what do you mean?"

"After so long of your talent being ignored someone finally has taken immense interest into what you do. After being recognized for what you do it now puts some pressure on you because someone actually expect you to do something you love. You just want to keep getting praised for your accomplishments that you fear that what you do might disappoint someone."

Donny just sat there and listened to the whole explanation that was given to him. The more he listened the more what is being said started to ring true. Never in his life were he expected to do something. He always did inventions without any kind of pressure and now since someone has taken an interest and recognized what he can do he just makes him feel noticed. "I…I guess…"

He nodded and began writing again, "Lets skip this part now. What else has happened during your stay here?"

The previous feelings then started to disappear as he thought about what to talk about next. A small smile came to his face as he looked at the floor, "Well…when I first came here…I met someone…a possible friend."

After hearing that Dr. Adams stopped his writing and looked at the turtle with raised eyes. "Really…who?"

"His name is Gavin. He came to my room after losing some notes. We started talking and…he asked me to come find him if I was ever in the labs. Well I did and I helped him out with a problem he was having. We get along great…and I'm starting to consider him a friend."

The doctor hadn't written anything at all after hearing what his patient had said. This was something he hadn't expected to happen and wasn't sure what to make of it. "Well…that's good for you, always good to have others you can trust. But you should be careful of those you befriend…there may be bad outcomes when it comes to it."

Don looked at him with a questioning look, wondering what he meant by that statement. As he opened his mouth to ask a beeping sounded from the doctor's wrist.

"That's all for today," Dr. Adams said as he closed the notebook he had and slowly started to rise up. "Keep in mind what I told you, and you should be fine."

"Sure…thanks," Don responded as he stood up in his chair. He then turned and headed out of the door from where he came in from. The doctor watched as his patient left, this turned out to be an interesting conversation as he found out some more information that intrigued him. He then turned and left out of a secret door that was in the room and closing it up, leaving no trace of its presence.

Ten minutes later Dr. Adams stood in front of Oroku Saki in his main chambers. The man before him looked through the notes he had written during the session. It was mandatory that the doctor reported his notes from the sessions, just so they can see how things are progressing. This time the information provided was pleasing. "So…Junko opened up some more huh?"

"Yes," The doctor nodded as he leaned forward on the desk that was before him. "He expressed some feelings of nervousness because it's new for someone to expect certain things from him."

"Is this a problem?" Shredder asked as he put the notes down?"

"No," he shook his head. "But there is something I've found out that could be useful. From the conversations I've had from past sessions, he seems to appreciate any kind of praise that is given to him, almost like he seeks it. If he receives it on certain basis then he could come to trust you even more."

"Hmm…" Shredder sat back and thought. "This could work, give him something he desires the most and he'll come around…" He liked the prospects of this vital piece of information. This gives him a way to further draw the turtle to his sides, which works out perfectly.

"Oh…and there's something else I forgot to add to the notes," Dr. Adams pushed away from the desk as both of his master's eyes were locked on him. "Junko seemed to have…made a friend."

That raised an eye on Shredder's face as he leaned forward. "Really…that wasn't part of the plan…who is it?" This was unexpected and possibly may be trouble.

"It's Gavin sir, from the labs. From what Junko tells me they're getting along well and seemed to becoming friends."

"This is interesting to hear…and unexpected," Oroku rested his head on his folded hands, thoughts going through his mind.

"Should we intervene?"

"No," Oroku stood up from his seat. "Lets leave it be and let it run its course…see what happens. Something tells me Junko needs this to finally settle down here. If he ends up getting off track then we're step in and take care of things."

Dr. Adams nodded at the course of action, "Understood."

Some hours later Donatello found himself inside the labs, sitting down in front of the computer in the private labs. The door to the small space opened for anyone to walk in, the nameplate next to the door shined in the light as the name "Junko" was etched into the thin metal.

Ever since the incident in the labs and Don stopping the spy Shredder had official deemed this private room Don's. The olive green turtle wanted to protest that he didn't really make the decision to work in the labs, but then something unexpected happened. Shredder started to praise him some for the work he did in keeping their secrets safe. The turtle felt good receiving it that he decided to let things be. Now he had a work place to call his own, which he could come to anytime he wished.

Don sat on the rotating chair that was provided to him, in front of the computer as he just sat there, thinking. It was late, almost midnight and Don decided to come down to the labs, wanting an area in which he could think. Most of the scientist were of duty, and there were only a handful of them left staying late, mostly the insomniacs. He was fine with this, since he wanted to be alone for a bit.

Ever since being granted the lab Oroku told him to do things at his own pace, there was no rushing anything. This surprised Don some, but yet he didn't question it either. He just accepted what was being given to him.

"Should I be accepting all this? I mean all I did was stop someone…should that even warrant this kind of treatment?" He thought to himself. "Shredder has…shown nothing but kindness ever since I came here…is this really how he's treating me…or is there something else going on?"

A small yawn escaped him as he was knocked out of his thoughts. Noting the time he was surprised he had spent a few hours here. Deciding he'd been here long enough he wanted to retire to his room for a while before going to bed. Maybe he could sleep in tomorrow, since he had no since of direction of what to do at all. Besides, maybe it'll help clear his head.

A knock at the door caught his attention as he turned to the door way. "Hey Gavin," Don said as he looked at the brunette.

"Hey Don…or Junko…whatever you want to be called," Gavin responded as he walked into the room. "Late night ideas?"

"Nah, just came here to think," Don shook his head as he logged off the computer.

"You know you're lucky you got this place to yourself," the human said as he walked in further, looking around the private lab. "I saw your name plate, so I guess this place is officially yours."

"I guess," Don turned in his seat and stood up.

"Planning on working on anything?" Gavin leaned against the door frame, wanting to make some small talk.

"No…I'm just going to head up to my room for a bit."

"Want some company?" Gavin asked. "Maybe we can finish that game of chess we never finished?"

Don walked to the doorway and stopped to think about it. He wasn't going to bed just yet, and also he had a lot of things to think about and maybe the company would help. Any kind of distraction would be wanted right now. "Sure," he nodded as they both then left the small room. Once they stepped out a loud coughing caught their attention.

Turning their heads they saw a middle aged man a few yards away. From where they were they could see he was balding, a goatee with thick glasses. He coughed some as he moved his hand to cover his mouth, from the looks of it he looked a bit pale, maybe a bit sick. "Who is that?" Don asked.

"I have no idea," Gavin responded as they kept watching the guy. They saw him moving slowly from table to a computer, all the while looking behind his back and seeming to check around for some odd reason. "I haven't seen him around here before."

"That's not good…I suppose."

Gavin then walked away and headed for the nearest scientist that was seated by a work station, a medium raven haired male. "Hey Scott, who is that guy?"

The coworker looked at the guy Gavin was pointing at. "Oh, he said his name is Evan, apparently he works the morning shifts."

"What's he doing here now?"

"Well he said he's going to have sick leave starting tomorrow, and he wanted to get some last minute things done, so he stayed longer," the guy turned back to his work. "Try not to get close we're not sure if what he has is contagious."

"What does he have?"

"We're not sure," the raven haired scientist responded with a shrug. "It's either a cold or the flu, we can't be sure."

"Alright then, just checking," Gavin moved and away and turned to head to the door but was stopped by Scott.

"Gavin, I need you to look at this before you go," the man held up a piece of paper, which the brunette took.

Donny watched as Gavin looked through the paper but jumped a bit once the same coughing was heard again. He didn't need to know who it was. He turned and saw Evan typing away at the computer, nothing out of the ordinary. "How can someone who's sick keep working? Well…actually I've had a few experiences in that department so I can relate." He watched as he saw the guy work, since there wasn't anything else to do until he waited for Gavin to finish up. An eye rose as he watched the guy reach into his pocket and pulled something out. He couldn't see what it was but it was enough to catch his interest.

But then something odd happened. Don watched as the guy opened a nearby drawl, picked something up and placed it inside his coat. That started to raise red flags in the turtle's mind.

"Alright I'm done," he heard his friend respond.

"Uh…Gavin, he's acting odd," Don told his friend.

"What do you mean?," the brunette asked as he looked at the guy, studying him more. They both watched him kneeling down at the cabinets, looking around before going over to a nearby computer, silently working

"Something just doesn't seem right with him," Don said as another cough was heard. "Plus I saw him take something from one of the nearby cabinets."

"What?" Gavin raised an eye.

"Yeah," Don nodded. "He's acting weird."

The brunette heard this and then decided to take the chance and walked towards the guy, leaving the turtle behind to question what he's doing. The human stopped a few feet away from the guy, "Uh…you need help?"

The suddenly appearance of Gavin made the guy jump, he turned to him, his voice low and surprised, "Uh…no…I uh…got it."

"What are you doing?" Gavin tried to look at the computer screen, but this caused the Evan to cough, making the attention focus on him.

"Working, that's all," the guy responded as he managed to stop coughing.

"Why are you even still here?" the brunette stepped back, not wanting to be in the guy's coughing radius. "I mean if I was sick I wouldn't even be anywhere here."

"Sorry…don't want to fall behind after I go on leave," he coughed louder in Gavin's directions, causing him to move further back. "I might be gone for a while so I don't want to leave anything unfinished."

"Need any help?" Gavin offered.

"No thanks, I like to work alone."

The conversation seemed to be going ok, there wasn't nothing to indicate that there was something odd going on with the guy. "Ok, if that's how you like it."

Just then the guy coughed again, but apparently the force of the cough was stronger than Evan thought because his glasses fell off of his face, lading on the floor.

"I got it," Gavin kneeled to grab them.

"No don't!" The balding man said in a hurry as he tried to grab the frames but was beaten to it.

Gavin picked up the glasses but froze as he noticed something, on the ground next to the glasses was some kind of blinking red light. This delay was enough for Evan to collect the glasses and blinking item.

"What…is that?…" Gavin slowly said in surprise as he rose to his feet.

"Well…uh I…well I mean," The middle aged man fumbled with his words. "It's nothing, just something I found." He gave a weak smile as he gave his excuse.

It was then both eyes then traveled to the uncovered screen of the computer Evan was using and both eyes rose as he saw a text that showed a downloading bar. His sight moved to the CPU and saw a data stick stuck into it. Now this was automatically a red flag, "What are you-"

Apparently Evan realized he had been caught, so acting quickly he side kicked Gavin's right knee joint. A cry of pain sounded as Gavin knelt down, but thankfully he managed to see an incoming punch and blocked it the blow. His survival instincts active as he started to mount a defence. Standing back up Gavin moved back as he dodged and blocked a volley of punches that were thrown at him. Blocking one right hook gave threw a straight punch to the gut but it was blocked, which caused Evan to grab the limb.

Feeling this Gavin was then spun around as his back was pressed into Evans chest. A cry of pain came out again as he felt as if a nerve on his right arm is pinched. He couldn't move the limb without a flair of pain hitting him. He was about to struggle but stopped when a sharp piece of metal touched his neck. He didn't need to look down in order to tell what it was, a knife.

"Whoa!" Don shouted, alerting everyone present as the olive green turtle ran over to his friend's side, only to stop at a voice.

"Stop!" Evan said as he pressed the blade further into Gavin's neck. "Don't come any closer or I'll slit his throat!"

"Whoa, whoa, just take it easy," Don held his hands up. "Don't do anything hastily, I don't think you want to do this."

"I'll tell you what I want to do," the middle aged man spoke as he glared at the turtle, apparently shocked at the sight of him. "I'm going to take the data I just downloaded and leave. He's staying with me just in case any of you do anything funny."

Donny remained silent as he tried to think. Both eyes looked at the assailant then at Gavin, his friend has a somewhat panicked look on his face. 'Help me' he could see his friend mouth out. The olive green turtle saw that Evan had pressed his thumb and index finger into a well know pressure point on the crevice of the forearm, which would cause the recipient pain if he were to move it.

"You know maybe this doesn't have to end badly," Don tried to take a step forward.

"Don't move you freak!" his hostile voice shouted as he moved back, causing a choking sound to come from Gavin as the blade is pressed in more. "What are you anyway?!"

"That doesn't matter," Don responded, he was panicking on the inside but tried not to show it. He could feel his heart beating faster as his breathing slightly increased. The severity of the situation heightening by the minute as any wrong move would end in a death. "You can walk away from this without anything happening you know."

"We both know that's not going to happen," Evan responded as he started moving towards the computer, looking at the screen for a quick second. He saw the download was complete and had to retrieve the data stick.

"Please…don't do this," Don pleaded, knowing that this wouldn't turn out as peaceful as he wanted it to be. He had one alternative left, and he wasn't sure how it could work. "Please…take me instead, I'm more valuable right now, they wouldn't touch you if I were your hostage."

Evan started to think about what was said to him and started to consider it. He'd take anything that would give him an edge right now, if it meant he could get out alive. Gavin on the other hand couldn't believe what Don had said. Part of him wanted anything to happen that'll ensure him survive, but another part of him didn't want what Donny had said to happen. So out of reaction he raised right leg and drove his foot into Evan's knee. He moved his free hand to grab the hand that held the knife before it could cut him.

The middle aged man cried out as his grip was loosened and Gavin tried to break free. He tried to run forward but the pain in his arm flared up.

Don watched as Gavin was then pulled and shoved, on his back, on top of a nearby table. The pressure point still held Evan then raised the knife up and brought it down but Gavin reached up and caught his attacker's wrist.

Time seemed to slow down as the olive green turtle knew he had to help his friend. Both eyes then scanned the table next to him and he automatically reached for a lone pen before rushing forward. He knew what had to be done as his body was on autopilot, both eyes locking on his target.

Raising the pen up Don then stabbed Evan in the neck, right on the side of the Adam's apple. The blow was instant as Evan jerked back while clutching his neck. There were gagging sounds coming from the man as he fell to his knees. Blood oozed out as the seconds passed and his movements slowed. They watched as the man slowly fell to the ground, his movements becoming sluggish till his body fell completely limp, no longer moving.

The room was in silence as Don stood there, frozen and breathing a bit heavily at the realization of what he did. Gavin remained laying on the table, stunned at what just happened. His body jittery as adrenaline coursed through him as his life was in danger just then but now it's over.

Gavin sat up and looked down at his assailant, both eyes looking at the pen sticking out of the guy's neck. The way he stood up and how both eyes were open, just the sight of it could tell his condition. "He's…dead."

"Oh…shell," Don paled as he turned and rushed off.

Gavin heard this and both eyes followed and saw that the olive green turtle kneeled over by a trash can, throwing up. He watched as he emptied the contents of his stomach after what he just did.

"Are you ok?" He pushed himself back up but didn't hear a response. He wanted to go help him but the echo of rapid footsteps hit his ears. He turned and saw security rushing into the room, followed by Shredder himself.

He is in front of the pack as he moved over to Don and Gavin's side, both eyes then saw the down scientist. He looked the guy over and both eye rose. "What happened and who is this?"

The brunette looked down at the dead foe then back over at Don, who appears to stop vomiting and seemed to be breathing heavily. So that meant he had to explain what happened, "Mr. Saki…Junko and I were about to leave for the night and noticed Evan here-"

"There's no Evan on staff in the labs," Shredder interrupted, both eyes narrowed.

"What?" Gavin's eyes rose at that.

"I know every person on staff, and I don't recognize him or his name," hand pointed to the down man, a growl escaped him as he started to get angry. "A spy infiltrated here."

"Uh yeah…well…Junko saw him acting strange, I went up to ask if he was ok because he looked sick. His glasses fell off and when I picked up them I noticed some sort of red blinking light next to them. He made an excuse and I saw that he was downloading something from the computer. It was then he turned and grabbed me, holding me as a human shield."

"What happened then?" Oroku asked, nodding and listening to the whole thing.

"Well…I managed to break free but he managed to pin me to the table. He was about to kill me but…Junko stabbed and killed him."

Shredder nodded as he looked over at Junko, the guards helped the turtle up on his shaky legs. He can see that his charge is out of it and seemed to be sick because of what he did. He decides not to question him, "Take Junko back to his room."

"Yes sir," one of the guards responded as they helped the turtle out of the labs.

Gavin saw this and turned his attention back to Oroku, who was looking back at him. "This never happened, don't bring this up."

"Uh…yes sir," the brunette nodded. He wasn't sure why he wanted this event dropped but decided not to question it.

"You may go," Shredder said as Gavin turned and left the labs. Seeing as they were alone he turned to his guards, "Clean this area up and take the body away." The guards nodded as they begin their work.

Both of Splinter's eyes shot open as an audible gasp left him, his breathing turned heavy as a sharp feeling shot through him. A feeling of shock and…dread. The thing was this wasn't his feelings, it was someone else's. He fell forward onto his hands as the heat of the fire in front hit him.

They had decided to go up to the farm house for a few days just to relax and rejuvenate themselves. It hadn't been easy since his sons were still worried for their brother, thinking they would miss something if they left the city for even a minute. But still the rest had helped and now they were more determined to find their brother.

They had spent time training most of their time there. They wanted to be prepared for anything. And the rest of the time was spent relaxing, regaining the energy they needed to gain back.

It was late at night and his sons and friends were already asleep. Splinter stayed up for a little while longer. He felt a bit troubled for some reason and decided to meditate in order to center himself before trying to attempt to go to sleep. It was then this sharp feeling hit him.

Getting over the initial shock of the feeling Splinter used his walking stick and rose up to his feet. The light of the flames in the fireplace lit up the room in a dim light as he walked over to a nearby window. Both eyes looked up to the moon as he started to think.

He knew the feeling wasn't his, but of someone else's. It wasn't his sons for sure, or Casey or April's so that left one person left. He wasn't sure why he felt this but knew it wasn't good. "Donatello…what has happened?" he spoke to himself, part of him wanting to hear an answer that would never come.

Shredder walked the halls of the medical bay of the floor he's on. He had a neutral expression on his face that hid the irritation that surged inside of him. He was angry that a spy had gotten into the building and no one caught him. "I will remember to have a word with the guards that were on duty," he thought to himself. The spy nearly got away with vital information, but was glad to know that Junko stopped him. He would be sure to check on how he was doing in the morning, right now he would focus on why he's here.

Shredder then entered a room that is labeled 'morgue'. Inside he found the dead scientist from before and Dr. Adams, who is apparently studying the corpse. His presences seemed to go unnoticed, "Doctor."

The man looked up and smiled as his attention shifted, "Ah, you're here."

"Yes, now will you tell me as to why you called me here?" Shredder moved closer to the table that held Evan.

"Well I've been studying the cause of death to the spy here," he moved his hand to where the pen once was embedded. "Do you know what spot this is?"

"No, why is that important?" Oroku started to get impatient with this already. Wanting to get straight to the point.

"This is the jugular vein, this brings deoxygenated blood from the head back to the heart. A pen was used to stab this part of the neck and because of it this guy's blood flow was disconnected. He died a slow death because he bled to death.," Dr. Adams explained in detail.

Shredder listened but still didn't know what this had to do with anything. "Doctor will you get to the point, why are you explaining this to me?"

The doctor seemed to see the seriousness of Oroku's face decided to do as he was told. "Ok…even without a struggle this vein is hard to locate. But Junko seemed to know exactly where to stab and managed to cleanly hit it."

"Ok, so Junko got a lucky shot, so what does this has to do with anything?"

"Why not stab him in the arm, chest or head?" Dr. Adams asked, which raised an eye on Shredder's face. "Junko knows anatomy, that's why he knew where exactly to stab. And from the sessions we've previously had Junko has some medical knowledge."

Some of Shredder's curiosity perked at this, he wasn't sure where this was going but he was interested to hear. Yet he didn't show it, "So…where are you getting at?"

"Master…you have a golden opportunity here. I know having him here in the labs would prove a huge assets to your technology development but…with his fighting skills and medical knowledge…we could have the making of a great assassin."

"No," Shredder automatically said, surprising the doctor. "Junko's role was to be a part of the labs and that's where he's going to stay."

"But sir you don't know the opportunity we have here," the doctor tried to plead his case, not wanting to give up this chance. "Just think about it."

"Like I said no. I'm sticking to the original plan and that's that," Oroku turned to head out.

"Please just hear me out and if you don't like it I'll drop it," that made Shredder stop before he could exit. A sigh blew out as he turned, "Fine."

"Listen to me. He has years of ninja training, and medical knowledge. With a bit more training in stealth and anatomy he could become a one of a kind assassin. The most difficult part is out of the way. Usually it takes many years to train one in that aspect but this is already done. With some training and encouragement he could be ready in a couple of months. Think about this, you have many enemies and Junko could be used to take them out. If he's seen, which he won't be there's no way they can link him back to you. Remember something, a doctor is the best assassin."

After hearing the doctor's case Shredder started to think it over. It was true that time would be saved since most of thing skills required were already instilled into the turtle. And yes he did have many other enemies in the corporate world he wanted out of the way but didn't want to risk sending any of his ninjas for certain reasons. It was then another thought came to him, if he trained Junko then he could possibly send him to eliminate his brothers, which would end the problem he had with them. The idea started to win as he slowly grinned.

"Alright, we'll give it a shot," he said.

"Thanks master, I know you won't regret this."

"If I do it ends immediately," Shredder glared at him, which indicated that it's his head if it goes south. "You will help him in the medical aspect of his training. I'll set up regiment for him."

"Alright, I can do that," Dr. Adams grinned as he was given his way. He watched as Shredder left the room and once that happened he chuckled. "Sometimes I wonder he really is in charge here…first Junko's abduction now this…things are working out perfectly."

A/N: Hope you like. Now with all the free time I hope to spend more time with the stories. I thank you all for sticking with it. Till next time.