A/N: Don't really have anything important to say except...Enjoy!

Bishop sat in front of the monitor showing his prize. He had taken a while to decide which specimen he wanted for this particular experiment. Several factors went into the decision. DNA compatibility was the biggest one. Surprisingly, all four were determined to be fully compatible. The one in purple was ultimately selected due to his more docile nature. The others had characteristics that could make their containment and handling more difficult. Time and money was another factor. The sooner he could get results the better and his surveillance of the targets told him Donatello was alone more often than the others and therefore was more accessible. His capture had been relatively easy compared to past attempts.

Now that he had his more difficult target acquired, he could search for the last key component. Several pictures lay on the desk before him. Again he had several promising choices and narrowed it down to two. Acquisition of this one would be a little more difficult. She couldn't be tainted or damaged and couldn't be missed if she was gone for a lengthy period of time. Bishop did this research himself, there could be no error. Either would be an excellent choice, so he decided the first to be successfully obtained would be the one used. With the order given, Bishop made his plans for the next phase to be implemented immediately upon her arrival.

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The sound of the door opening once again woke Donatello from a restless sleep, however it was not Bishop who entered this time, but three guards. Not a word was spoken as they entered and walked toward their prisoner. If Raphael was here, he would demand, in his very unique colorful way, what was happening from the moment the door opened. Michelangelo would joke and taunt them to get information and Leonardo would also demand an explanation, but more civilly than their red banded brother.

He, on the other hand preferred to take the quite, listen and learn approach. He would find out soon enough. Bishop wasn't one to ramble about his plans like their other enemies tended to do. Besides, he didn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing his apprehension.

So he kept his mouth shut as two of the guards took up positions on either side of him while the third went to the lever that held his chains in their current position. Even though he had fair warning, he barely managed to land on his feet when the chains were released. His stumbled landing sent a jolt through his joints and a hiss from the pain escaped before he could help it. The two guards beside him immediately grabbed onto his arms while the other detached the chains from the wall, leaving his wrists and ankles shackled.

Donatello didn't fight when they led him out into the hallway. He would let them think he was complying and wait for the right opportunity to try his escape. He might only get one chance. He had to make the most of it.

Their destination was the same room he had woken up in the day before. He was led over to the table and they removed the cuffs.

He couldn't waste this chance.

As soon as his hands and feet were free he lashed out, catching the guard on his right with an elbow to the nose, blood gushed from the injury. The one on his left ducked under his back hand but Donatello swept his leg out and his head met with the floor with a crack. The third guard came at him with a punch to the face but Donatello blocked it easily and turned just in time to deflect a strike to his head from the nose bleed guy. His reactions were slow and his blows weren't as strong as they should be. He noticed that right away, perhaps Bishop's drug was not completely out of his system yet. Whatever the reason, Donatello was not able to fend off two attackers at once, usually an easy task in normal circumstances. One went for his legs as the other tackled him, sending him to the floor, face first. An arm was wrenched behind his shell in a painful submission, pulling on his already sore shoulder. He continued to struggle despite the pain until he was struck in the back of his head. It wasn't hard enough to knock him out, but it was hard enough to daze him and the guards used that moment to secure him to the table.

Donatello was still trying to clear the stars from his vision when he heard someone clapping. He blinked to try and clear his vision and saw Bishop standing over him.

"You put on quite the show Donatello, but I am afraid that show time is over. It is time for the fun to begin!" An evil looking smile accompanied Bishop's words.

"I'll bet your idea of 'fun' differs from mine Bishop." Donatello replied as he glared at the man.

"I don't know about that terrapin. If you cooperate, I'm sure you will find certain aspects of what's to come quite pleasurable." He directed his next statement to the female doctor from the day before who had just entered,

"Clean him up and address his wounds, we can't risk infection at this stage. The guards will stay to assist you."

As if on cue, more guards entered to take the wounded away and replace them as his sentries then Bishop left and the doctor got to work.

With his head still pounding from being hit and the fresh blood seeping from his wounds, Donatello decided not to fight the doctor treating them. The guards however were not taking any chances and held each limb down as they were released one at a time and treated and bandaged properly. He did start to struggle again when she approached him with a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

She noticed his fear and tried to reassure him, "This is just an antibiotic to stave off any infections."

Donatello looked into her eyes and could sense no deception so he relaxed so she could give the injection. While she was leaning in close, she whispered in his ear so the guards wouldn't hear,

"Bishop's plans do not include any true harm to you, but if you continue to resist, he will cut his losses with you and obtain one of the others until he gets what he wants."

"So am I just supposed to just roll over and let him do whatever he wants to me?" Donatello replied in an angry whisper.

"For now yes, or one of your brothers will share your fate and you will not have to worry about seeing them again. Bide your time."

The last bit surprised him. She was not threatening him but rather warning him. Could she possibly be an ally? Maybe, but he had to seriously consider her words. It wouldn't be too farfetched for Bishop to kill him and take one of his brothers if he resisted too much. He wouldn't stop resisting altogether, but he decided he would be smarter about how and when.

"He is done." The doctor announced to the guards after the injection.

They must have called for reinforcements because now there were five. Donatello smirked at their wary approach. Two held his legs down while they were released from the table and his cuffs put back on and the process was repeated for his arms, though they were secured behind his shell causing him to grimace in pain. He figured it was payback for injuring their comrades.

Donatello figured he would be taken back to his cell, but they directed him down a different hallway and to another part of the building. They opened a door and pushed him inside. The door closed and left him in total darkness. They didn't bother to remove the restraints but Donatello was relieved to not being strung up as before. He backed up the couple steps to the door and traced the walls, pacing out the dimensions. It was small, about five by ten feet and all the walls were stone except for one. It was slightly cool to the touch leaving Donatello to believe it was made of a type of glass or plastic. With nothing else to do he found a corner and made himself as comfortable as he could. Now all he could do was wait.

A/N: Things will really start to get going next chapter, but in the mean time...Thoughts?