[b]May 11th, 0900[/b]

STRIKE agents had been staked out, watching the chocolate creature for days now. Their superiors wanted to know everything there was to know about this thing, but all there seemed to be was an odd love for this turtle. Every single day the monster was tailed by the agents, he always came back home to his hideaway in the sewers that connected to an old abandonned subway tunnel. 

"Just bring me the damn turtle then... Hadley out." came over the agent's ear pieces. 

"Roger that" said an agent who was currently and cautiously walking through knee high sewage in a pair of rubber fishing pants.

"So run this assignment by me one more time?" said another agent who had neglected to bring protection from the sewage that now stained his suit's pant legs.

"We tail Hershey Bar and find out everything there is to know about him. If you'd been here with me and Michaels the last two days you would've known to wear the right gear by now." said a chubbier STRIKE agent in rubber pants and suspenders, flashlight in hand. 

"Well exuse me for trying to keep up a social life Mr.'I-practically-live-at-base'. Some of us need to go out and live life a little." the ill-prepared agent said as he lifted his leg up to check the damage done to his precious slacks.

"Oh I got everything I need back at HQ. Personal quarters, cafetteria food that ain't half bad, and Agent Mendoza..." the chubby agent said in a tone as if he had little hearts in his eyes.

"Is she the one with..." the third agent began to ask before the chubby guy cut him off.

"She's none of your damn business Michaels. She works in tech support, we had a moment in the shooting range together... I see a future with her and five kids. I might even trade in my 'stang for a minivan!" the chubby agent continued coming up on the helpless turtle with a brown cardboard box. 

[b]May 11th, 11:42 am[/b]

Chok-lad had been out 'hunting' some deli meats at various shops around town. The big brute was glad to not have run into anymore armoured Meats while out and was even more happy about the amount of various meats that he was able to get for himself and Picasso. 

With a low grunt Chok-Lad announced his pressence to his shelled friend. When he didn't hear the distinct rustling coming from Piasso's aquarium home, Chok-Lad became concerned. Chok-Lad hurried over to find a horrific sight. Picasso was gone.

Chok-Lad looked under everything in his immediate vicinity but when he couldn't find his friend he began to get angry. "GRRRRRAAAGGGHHH!" The Beast of Choklad Inc called out as his form spiked out into pointy protrusions and his body mass became scalding to touch. Chok-Lad's roar was loud enough for even those across town to hear his voice coming up from the sewers.