You stood on the bank of a murky river, the dull reflection of the moon shining through the gray water. The wind was sharp, almost prickly, a reminder that there was no time. They were somewhere… Inside. Locked in. No way out.

Behind you, the soft splash of an oar. It was Casey, barely audible, moving the boat toward the dock that led to the hidden entrance to the underground base. He gripped the oar nervously, his eyes dark.

“Damn him,” he muttered. — “That psycho Bishop has completely lost his mind.”

April sat next to you, clutching the tablet that displayed the map of the base—Donnie had managed to load it into the system before everything went to hell. She nervously flipped through the vent and corridor diagrams, whispering. — “We need to get in through airlock number seven. The scanners are weaker on the southwest side. We have fifteen minutes, tops, before the guards change."

Splinter sat in the back, his face calm, but there was a tense concentration in his silence. He held a cane, but you knew he was ready to turn it into a weapon if he had to. — "Their pain feels like my own," he said quietly, almost a whisper. "We're going to get them out. No matter what it takes.

You nodded, feeling the tension growing in your chest, turning into determination. No matter how many guards, cameras, traps - you knew you wouldn't leave here without them.

Darkness enveloped you as soon as you entered the technical airlock.

A quiet film of water trickled down the edges of the stone walls that surrounded Bishop's secret underground laboratory. It smelled of chlorine, machine oil, and something else... unnatural. You walked first, quietly, trying not to make a sound. Your pulse pounded in your ears, your footsteps echoed along the metal pipes. April with a tablet confidently directed everyone, pointing with her hand when to turn, duck, or stop. Casey covered from behind with a baseball bat, ready to blow the head off the first guard who came out from behind the corner.

You stopped at a security camera. A weak light flickered - network interruptions. — "Now!" April whispered.

You darted forward, holding a small scanner in your hand - Donnie made it specifically to jam electronic locks. One click - and the door smoothly slid to the side.

You entered the room, where the air was cold, almost sterile. And then you saw them. It smelled of disinfectant. Gray metal. And blood.

Leonardo and Raphael were strapped to surgical platforms. Synthetic bands cut into their shells, and above them was a merciless, cold light. Leo was not blindfolded - it was torn off so that "the subject's face could be seen," as Bishop would later say. His eyes were calm, but there was pain in the depths. Raph, on the other hand, was twitching, gritting his teeth, trying with all his might to break free.

In the next room, through the transparent wall, you saw Mikey and Donnie. They were also chained to platforms, their energy gradually fading under the influence of some drugs. Donnie could barely keep his eyes open. Mikey tried to joke ... but his lips were trembling.

You stepped forward. — "Leo! Raph! "

"Too late," a voice rang out. "They belong to me.

Agent Bishop stepped out of the shadows. His white suit was immaculately pressed, as if he had just stepped out of a lab without touching blood or sweat. He held a thin tablet in his hand, displaying the status of the turtles' bodies.

"They're more than just mutants. A fusion of animal and human DNA, mutagen... intelligence. The perfect basis for an invincible American weapon."

You gritted your teeth. — "You call them 'weapons,' but they're my family. And I won't let you turn them into lab trash."

"Who are you?" Bishop turned slowly. "A girl with powers she fears herself... You're on my list, too."

Casey is the first to charge, his bat hitting Bishop's armored soldier with a dull crunch. April pulls out her taser.