The turtles had been taken in by secret government organization named MPCCA or the Mutated Persons Containment and Control Association.

You were guarding their cell, a heavy lazer gun resting in your hands. The turtles had been silent for a while, but you finally hear a sound from them, words directed at you.

"You have to know this is wrong." The orange one, you hadn't bothered to learn their names, sobbed. "Please..."