Well, in theory, using Rayn's robot to track her would work easily in a perfect world. In practice? Not so much.

After the building had started to fall on them, Mikey, Don, and Raph had booked it out of there to the Battle Shell. April and Casey spotted them and started asking a billion questions, to which they answered half-heartedly. They were missing a brother and a friend, and the tone turned solemn as they tried to figure out their next move.

So they went to the lair and sat in Donatello's lab, while he and April tried to figure out how to work Rayn's robot. It didn't exactly come with instructions.

"Man, this is stupid." Raph growled. "We should be out lookin', not sitting around twiddlin' our thumbs."

"But we don't know where they could be, Raph." Mikey pointed out in a moment of seriousness. "They could be anywhere in New York. I wish Leo were here, he'd know what to do."

The two fell into uneasy silence after that last sentence. Don looked up; Mikey looked almost like a lost puppy, not sure what to do. And Raph just looked ready to punch anything that moved.

"Easy, guys." The sensible turtle said, trying to get their hopes up. "Listen, we'll find them. We just need to figure this out."

"What about that Wylan guy?" Mikey asked suddenly. "What if he knows where they are? Isn't he working with Hun now or something?"

Both April and Don looked up from their work, directly at Mikey in surprise.

"Wow, Mikey, that's a good idea." Raph gruffly responded. "Except what if he's not home?"

"Well, we have to give him a reason to want to come home." Don replied immediately, helping form the plan. "We need to trigger his alarms so he thinks he's being robbed or something, but in a subtle way so he doesn't know it's us."

And with that, all three turtles were looking at Casey, who was only half paying attention.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" Casey asked after a moment.

Leo had woken up in a dark, plain room. There was no door, but he could guess it was behind some part of the wall. But being trapped in this room just made him worry more about his brothers and Rayn.

He thought about their last conversation.

Leave me, this is my fight. I don't want you to get hurt because of it.

Keep.. close. It's the .. Only way. They need to… keep us together.

What had she meant by that? How was he supposed to keep close if he didn't even know where she was? Or where he was, for that matter.

The sound of the door opening and quickly closing jolted him from his thoughts and he sat up. He wasn't even chained, so he had the basic freedom to take out whoever was coming for him.

The light flickered on, and a lone figure entered the room. Leo, momentarily blinded, leaped to his feet and almost charged the figure before seeing who it was.

It was Wylan, Rayn's old roommate.

"Stop." The man said, raising up a hand. "I'm not here because of them."

"And yet you've joined the side of the Shredder." Leo replied curtly. "Why should I trust you?"

"I don't want to do anything to you, I swear." Wylan sighed. "I just brought this." He handed Leo a small tray with rice, an apple and a glass of water. "They're keeping you here to get to Rayn, to make her do what they want."

Leo studied the tray quietly, pondering the words, before gently setting it on the ground. "And? What will they do to her?"

"I can't tell you.. I have to go." Wylan looked uncertain, conflicting emotions running over his features. Leo spotted fear, anxiety, and concern - probably for Rayn moreso than himself. He didn't comment, watching Wylan go back to the door. The man paused, turning back to Leo.

"Don't try anything until I tell you too.. They won't be happy if you or Rayn escape. There's a lot more happening that I don't know yet."

And then he disappeared out the door. Leo, despite all his instincts, didn't try to follow him; he needed a plan before he tried anything.

They need to… keep us together.

She must know something he didn't, and he was getting tired of not knowing anything. All he could really do was wait and plan his escape.

Rayn hadn't realized she dozed off until the sudden bright light and slamming of a door woke her up. She jerked awake, blinking at the sudden light and looking at the intruder.

It was Stockman.. Saki's little tech guru and one of the enemies she heard about from the guys.

"My, you're an interesting.. Specimen." Stockman spoke as he approached her. "I don't know what they see in you."

"Probably more than you considering 'they' seem to like my tech better." Rayn snapped.

Stockman took a step back, looking a little shocked by her anger. "What a temper."

She didn't respond, just glared at him.

"The Shredder wants me to run some tests on you, starting with something to figure out what makes you so special. So I'll have you follow me and we'll get started."

Stockman waited for a second then laughed. "Hah, silly me, like you can actually follow me when you're tied up." He then proceeded to drop her table, which she was still bound to, down so she sat like she was in a wheel chair. Then he calmly pushed her through the door and down a dark hallway.

She tried to make mental notes of where she was, but as she was pushed through winding hallways she quickly got lost.

"Oh, by the way," Stockman said after a moment of wheeling. "This will probably hurt."

Rayn gulped.

The sky had started to let out a steady drizzle, falling on the unusually quiet streets of New York as the Battle Shell sped past. It's occupants were quiet, each lost in individual thoughts.

Don parked the vehicle in a dark alleyway. All three of the turtles watched as Casey, dressed up in dark garments and wearing a ninja-esque mask picked out by April - exited the van.

Raphael and Michaelangelo followed shortly, climbing a fire escape onto a nearby roof to keep watch in case Casey needed backup, while Donatello and April stayed behind.

The plan was solid - not Leo solid, but solid enough to give them some way to figure out what to do next. Meanwhile, Donnie was still working on figuring out how to work the robot. It didn't have any controls, and he couldn't exactly take it apart, so his current idea was to experiment with the bracelet Rayn usually wore when he'd seen her testing it.

April watched Casey approach the building, not acting at all cautious. "Try to pretend you're scoping out the building or something, try to find a way to trigger the alarm." April suggest to Casey through the earpiece.

"You got it, babe." Casey's voice replied back.

April sighed. "Don't call me babe."

"Okay, Casey, looks clear. But no sign you've been noticed yet, maybe try to sneak in through a window or something." Don instructed Casey, looking up from what he was doing.

Casey glimpsed through a window to find pitch blackness. "Easier said than done." He muttered.

Wylan was starting at his phone in annoyance. His silent intruder alarms were picking up signs of a possible intruder back at his office building. He was not in the mood to deal with that.

Wylan was debating inwardly with himself between helping Rayn and her.. Friend escape, or just leaving them and letting this Shredder bozo continue his plan. He had hacked into the systems and tried to figure out where Rayn was, but much to his annoyance, this alarm had triggered before he could do anything. He flicked a switch on the laptop he was using to wipe all memory, deleting all evidence of his attempts to hack the system and preventing him from being caught. Then he grabbed his coat and headed to his car to take care of the "intruder" causing him so much grief right now.

"Yo Case, ya got company." Raph announced quietly over his shell cell.

Casey turned slightly as he spotted headlights in the distance, but quickly went back to pretending to pick the lock on the door. "I don't hear no alarm system." Casey called over his com link.

"It must be a silent alarm." Don explained quickly. "Okay, Raph, Mikey, your cue."

"Roger." Mikey saluted in the general direction of the Battle Shell, avoiding Raph's attempt to hit him, before somersaulting off the rooftop. He leaped gracefully down the fire escape and landed in a crouch behind a dumpster, deep in the shadows, before hearing the soft thump of his brother landing next to him.

"Bonehead." Raph muttered, to which Mikey smiled.

During this time, Wylan's car had plenty of time to park, and he had just exited his car.

The man surveyed the area, seeing a ton of shadows and one in particular man-shaped one standing at the entrance to his building. Wylan withdrew a long, hooked-shape blade from his coat, creeping slowly towards Casey. Mikey and Raph chose that moment to make their move, racing across the street behind the scientist's back, and leaping into the shadows once more.

And then everything happened at once: Wylan posed to strike, Casey turned sharply and hit the knife out of his hands, and then Wylan was gripped firmly by a reflexive Michaelangelo, forced up against the wall.

"Hiya, fancy seeing you here again." Mikey greeted.

Wylan, looking slightly confused and shocked by the sudden movements, opened his mouth to scream. Raph pressed one of his sai firmly against the man's throat, silencing his attempts to call for help.

"Ya got on my bad side last time we met, I suggest not doin' it again." The hot-head threatened.

"W-what do you want?" Wylan managed to get out.

"We're here for some answers, word has it you're working for Hun and his goons, we're missing family and we intend to get them back."

Blinking, realization dawned on Wylan as he realized these were mutant turtles that stood in front of him, not common street punks. Wylan sighed.

"Look, there's a lot more at play here than you people realize." He stammered. "You have to—"

"Then why don'cha 'splain everythin' ya know, we got all night." Raphael twirled a sai before sheathing it in his belt, keeping the other one steadily.

"Okay, just get your knife thing away from me so I can actually talk."

Raph sheathed his other sai, but kept a hand near his belt.

"Take him to the Battle Shell, we can question him somewhere else." Don's voice came over the turtles' earpieces.

"No funny moves." Raph warned as he and Mikey led Wylan back to the truck.

Wylan sighed. It seemed fate had chosen for him after all.

I let this chapter go a little longer. I also wrote Raph a little differently, to reflect more on his accent. I might go back and change the other chapters to mimic this change, hopefully it's not too drastic.

Food for thought:

Will Wylan willingly help them? What's in store for Rayn? What exactly does Wylan know about the whole situation? Leave your opinions!