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Don was humming to himself a soft tune, He had been searching the whole day for stuff for his lab, his new lab, Every since they had to find a new home, since Karai, now the new shredder of the foot clan, destroyed there old home, and scattered out family, but Leo came in just in time to bring us together again, He's finally back to normal after his training with the anceit one.

There more confidence in his eyes, like the leader we all know and love.

Ayways, This aint about the past, this is about now. He looked over, Hearing a huge boom and screaming, he rushed up to the fireescape swingin his trusty ol' bag by his side with his bo tucked in behide him in his belt, he quikly climbed up to the roof top, running towards, what was a burning aprtment.

Seeing the bluiding being engulfed in flames, but a few windows blew off from a large explosion, Don flintched but stopped to think that the fire apartment would have this undercontrol, but he was dead wrong, seeing the sight of bishop changed everything.

"Bishop!? whats that villain doing here!?" Don asked, leaning more down to get a better look.

He had his arms behide his back as his long black coat flowed with the breeze, seeing a couple of his men walk off, with a infant!? Now Don was confused.

But there was no time for questions he had to get them away from that kid. He leaped out from the bluiding landing on his feet like a cat, with his bo in one hand as he charged at them, a few combos he knocked them down now the infant in Don's arm which was crying its head off. Don looked around caustiosly, gripping tightly to the bo, but felt something in his arm, a trinqulizer, Great!!

Don's vision became very very very blurry, he hugged the infant tight, making sure he didnt let it go, but fell down on his side, as he bo rolled off into the street and his bag laid on the ground besides him, still hugging the budle in his arms like a pillow, knocked out, the men imdantly grabbed the baby, and Don, loading them into the car,

Just as Bishop planned, with that awful smrik curling up his face.

Noooo! Donnie! LOL, good job with the story! ^_^

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