Mikey made a break for it as best he could, but the best he could was not good enough. A flat bolt left him an easy target for the shooters, who tranqued him plenty good. He was unconscious before he even hit the ground at the edge of the ring.
"That is definitely not a suit!" a woman wrestling with an agent was yelling. "Is anyone getting this? Is anyone seeing this? What the hell is going on?"
She kept repeating the question, at the top of her lungs, into the agent's face, distracting him long enough that a kid with a smartphone was able to crawl unimpeded to the edge of the clear ring and catch some truly good footage of the prone ninja turtle, and the agents already loading Raph into a van.
All, ultimately, to plan, unfortunately for them, as the agents ripped Mikey out of the view of the kid's cameraphone and threw him in a truck too. Seconds later, people were scattering as the vans took off, leaving the scene bare of any turtle evidence.
They had all this footage, all their memories of the struggle - and of losing it.
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"That is definitely not a suit!" a woman wrestling with an agent was yelling. "Is anyone getting this? Is anyone seeing this? What the hell is going on?"
She kept repeating the question, at the top of her lungs, into the agent's face, distracting him long enough that a kid with a smartphone was able to crawl unimpeded to the edge of the clear ring and catch some truly good footage of the prone ninja turtle, and the agents already loading Raph into a van.
All, ultimately, to plan, unfortunately for them, as the agents ripped Mikey out of the view of the kid's cameraphone and threw him in a truck too. Seconds later, people were scattering as the vans took off, leaving the scene bare of any turtle evidence.
They had all this footage, all their memories of the struggle - and of losing it.