TMNT: Secrets of the Sewers

End of an Era

At the United Nations building, all of the world leaders were in a panic over Zanramon's threats. His latest warning, as well as the decrease in their time limit had them all pulling their hair out. As all the leaders were yelling and shouting out ideas, a lone man in a business suit and shades stepped forward. Adjusting his black tie, he walked into the center of the room, all of the leaders quieting as he did.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now is not the time to devolve into primitive hysterics." he insisted. "My name is Agent John Bishop. I am a member of the Earth Protection Force."

"And what exactly has your 'Protection Force' done to combat this alien threat?" The French representative demanded.

"We are doing everything we can to maintain peace in the city." Bishop reassured. "I have my best field operatives on the case, even as we speak."

"And what of these strange creatures?" the United States President questioned. "These... 'Gamarons'?"

Before Bishop had a chance to answer, the large video screen that dominated the room suddenly crackled to life, displaying the face of a livid Prime Leader Zanramon. All of the World Leaders gasped in fright, but Agent Bishop remained unfazed. He faced the screen, adjusting his glasses.

"Prime Leader." he greeted. "I'm assuming your forces have yet to locate your targets."

"I have not." Zanramon replied. "And your time is running out. So I suggest you hand them over, before I reduce your planet to stardust!"

Suddenly, something struck Zanramon on the side of the head, knocking him to the side. The camera suddenly tilted sideways, the feed cutting off. Everyone stared at the screen in confusion, but Bishop merely smirked.

"About time." he let out.

...

Zanramon slowly picked himself up off the ground, looking down at what had struck him. His eyes widened when he saw it was a familiar metal fan.

"They're here!" He let out. "Find them!"

A group of troops nodded as they spread out to search the area. While Zanramon's back was turned, a large figure darted past, taking the tessen back before disappearing into the shadows of the room. The soldiers continued looking around for any trace of their assailants, but found nothing. Suddenly a shadowy figure darted behind them and struck one of them in the back of the head, knocking him out. Said figure then grabbed the downed soldier by the ankles, dragging him into the darkness.

"Did you hear something?" One of the soldiers questioned.

"I think so." another soldier replied.

Both soldiers were then forced to head-butt one another, knocking each other out before they too were dragged into the darkness. Only two more soldiers remained, and having lost track of their compatriots, they were beginning to feel on edge. Commander Mozar observed the scene, letting out a growl.

"Prime Leader, we need reinforcements." he insisted. "We can't afford to let these creatures win."

"Very well." Zanramon relented before activating his comms. "All additional forces to the communications chamber! Repeat, all additional forces to the communications chamber!"

...

Having heard the call, most of the Triceratons in the lower levels were making their way towards the communications chamber. After a few minutes, the sound of footsteps died down and the hallways emptied. This was when a large manhole cover slid away, allowing Traximus to climb out. He glanced down the hallway, checking for stragglers before turning back to the hole.