[LN] Raphael is cool but rude, Michelangelo is a party dude...

[othersdestructive]

"Jus' - jus' five more minutes, Master Splinter."

Come on, it'd been a busy night. Couldn't he sleep in just a little bit longer?

Except...except he wasn't in the lair.

As Raph opened his eyes, he realized he wasn't even in the city.

New York was New York and after spending the majority of his life under it, and exploring every facet of it from above after he and his brothers had started exploring at night, it was practically in his blood.

Wherever he was now, it didn't look like New York, it didn't sound like New York - it definitely didn't smell like New York.

And his head felt like it'd been cracked open and...something was rushing in. Something unnameable and shifting. It was making even his memories fuzzy. It was almost like something that wasn't himself was trying to push in and make...something else into himself. For a moment, all he could do was push himself up onto his knees and hunch over, holding his head in his hands.

"Ugh, my head."

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[bestnamer]

"Don't be a hater," Mikey admonished. "I can dig their flow. It's great for punching mooks to."

[othersdestructive]

They did pretty well for two ninjas that were tied up, but the van doors opened and even more agents rushed out as backup - and these ones were smart enough to keep themselves at a distance.

They raised their tranq guns and fired multiple darts from all directions. Raph tried to knock them away with the thick ropes around his hands but several hit him anyway: one in the thigh, one in the upper arm, one in the calf.

"Mikey, try to - the crowd -" Mikey needed to make a break for the crowd, maybe they would hide him and free him, maybe...

Maybe...

Raph didn't have any more time to think about the maybes. As the chanting around them morphed into cries of distress and anger, the world went black.

[bestnamer]

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.