[center][img]http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj306/Carnage27/54c50ce9-8af5-43cd-99d9-f7419efbcd73_zps0e0ee9df.jpg[/img][/center] "How was your patrol, my son?" Splinter asked Leonardo as he readied himself for sleep. "Uneventful, Master Splinter," he responded. It was the truth, and there was little else to say. "We saw no sign of either the Foot or the mob." Splinter flinched at the sound of the name of the rival ninja clan. Leo had seen it in his face before, but he dared not question his master about it. Not yet, at least. If Splinter was hiding something he knew about the ninjas, he did so with good reason. The turtles' father had never led them astray yet, and Leonardo had no reason to question him now. "That is good, Leonardo," Splinter smiled, leaving the room. "Now get some rest." [center]**********[/center] Baxter Stockman sat at his desk, a half-empty whiskey bottle hanging loosely in his hand. He had reprogrammed his greatest invention into machines designed for hunting down four creatures that had seemingly done this city good the past year. He did it all at the behest of the mob, and Stockman knew why. Deep down, Baxter Stockman was a coward. He had always been a coward. It's why he used to do his bullies' homework. It's why he was a single, lonely man at forty-five. It's why tomorrow machines that were made to help New York would probably end up tearing it apart. It's why he was sitting here drinking instead of telling anyone what he had just done. The mob managed to get him a sample of the Turtle's DNA. He didn't ask where or how they received it. It was a fascinating specimen. Stockman was a robotics expert, but knew enough about biology to see the Turtles were something more complex than he had ever seen before. He would have loved to study it more carefully, but he had his orders, and he fed the DNA into the Mouser's targeting computers. "Doctor Stockman?" his secretary Stacy called from the illuminated door frame. "Are you going home, sir?" "I don't think so, Stacy," he said, attempting not to slur his speech as he did. "You're free to go." Once he was sure she was gone, Stockman gathered the control systems for his pets, smuggled it out of the building. [center]**********[/center] "This is Channel 6 News reporting live from StockTech where Baxter Stockman's new mechanical marvels, known as Mousers are set to debut," the reported smiled into the camera. "The small robots were designed to help curb New York's vermin population. Although we've yet to see Doctor Stockman, his legion of walking mousetraps stand at the ready." The camera pulled back revealing rows upon rows of the metal Mousers, their steel skin shining in the bright morning sun. They stood nearly three feet tall and four feet long, on two feet. Their "mouths" were beaks lined with razor sharp teeth, and the singular red eye on their head doubled as a tracking laser. They were fast, and strong. They were built for killing. Then, suddenly, they powered up and began to move. The assembled crowd began clapping in awe of the machines, but those cheers quickly turned to screams as the Mousers began tearing apart the concrete below theme. Asphalt and rock were shot in all directions as the robots began digging towards their intended targets. [center]**********[/center] Leo was roused from his bed by Donatello's exasperated calls, "Leo, you guys! You need to see this!" The eldest turtle rolled out of bed and checked the clock, seeing it was merely nine in the morning. They had only gotten back from patrol five hours earlier. "I hate not getting eight hours," Leonardo grumbled. "God can you be any more average," Raph shot back. The other three turtles ran to the living room where Splinter and Donatello were watching the news. They saw the footage of the Mouser robots going berserk, as well as reports of all the events since then. Subway lines have been cut, power and water lines have been severed, throwing the city into a state of chaos. "Aren't these the things April was working on?" Raph asked. "Yes, they were," Don confirmed. "And Doctor Stockman is a certified genius. I don't know what could have gone wrong." "This is what happens when we put the world in the hands of nerds!" Raph elbowed Donnie jokingly. "Have we learned nothing from Jurassic Park?" Mikey chimed in. "We need to get out there," Leo said, grabbing his swords. "I know we're used to working at night, but these things are going to tear the city apart. We stick to the subway and sewers. There's a lot, so we stay together." "We need to know how to stop them," Raph protested. "Their numbers will get us eventually. Someone needs to go get April. She has the in here." "Good point," Leo smiled at his brother. "Damn right," Raph smirked. "I will go for Miss O'Neil," Splinter said. "I am old, and you need your full strength on the battlefiel-" The ceiling above their small family shook, the dust of decades falling on top of them. The shaking and banging increased, and it was obvious something was attempting to break through. "This isn't gonna be good, is it?" Mikey readied his weapons. "Not at all," Leo swung a sword in each hand. "Master Splinter, go. We'll deal with this." As the words escaped Leonard's mouth, the ceiling gave way, and the flood of Mousers that came through the gaping hole was like a waterfall of killer robots. Master Splinter sprinted away from the new melee, ready to recruit the one person that would be able to help them at this point. The Turtles, meanwhile, sprung into action, engaging the robots with a battle cry. [center][img]http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj306/Carnage27/turtles_vs__mousers_by_mooncalfe-d52p329_zps4d172e6c.jpg[/img][/center]