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Joey “Squeaks” Ramirez had been selling drugs in Brooklyn for a long time. He was good at it. There wasn’t much he was good at, but he knew he was damn good at pushing product. It kept him fed, it kept him in a comfortable house, and it kept the girls coming to his place happy. That’s all Joey really wanted in life. It was simple, but it was exciting. He had no love for the law. He liked breaking the rules. It was what he did.

Unfortunately for Joey, being good meant people knew who you were. It meant that if someone asked who pushed product for the Kingpin in the area, his name would be one of the first to come up in conversation. Which meant Squeaks was also a target.

On that night he had already been visited by several of his normal customers before ducking into an alleyway to toke up a bit himself. He strolled confidently into the shadows, and pulled a lighter from his pocket. As he put the joint in his mouth and sparked the lighter, a fist emerge through the small amount of light and struck him in the throat. Ramirez tried to scream, but the strike had stripepd his ability to do so. He tried to stumble away, but was pulled back into the darkness by his hood.

“Where is Old Hob!” his attacker snarled.

“I-I dunno man!” the drug dealer stammered in fear as he regained his ability to speak. Before he could yell, his attacker placed what he thought was a knife on his neck, keeping him from calling out. “I dunno. Please don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t hurt you if you stop lying to me,” the attacker growled. “You know where Hob is. He provides you with your product. Where is he?”

“Hehe,” a laugh came from the darkness. “Raph is doing his Batman voice.”

“Mikey, how could Raph even begin to guess what Batman sounds like?” a third voice asked.

"I mean it's probably not too hard to guess," the other retorted. "Grrr! I'm Batman!"

“Would you two shut up!” a fourth chastised the two newer voices.

“H-how many of you guys are there?” Squeaks asked.

“Ugh,” the fourth voice sighed. “Show him, Raph.”

Squeaks was spun around. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he found himself staring at four, giant, mutated Turtles. They must have been mutants, just like Hob. But they were outfitted with what looked like ninja weapons.

“Oh shit,” he muttered. “Listen, guys. He’ll kill me if he finds out I told you.”

“He won’t find out,” the turtle who seemed to be the leader responded. “We’ll make sure of that.”

“Plus, dude,” the one called “Mikey” added, “you really don’t have much of a choice. Let’s be real, right?”

“You are in a predicament,” the last one, clad in purple agreed.

“Fine, fine man,” Squeaks relented. “You know the old Oscorp warehouse? The one they don’t use no more in Brooklyn? Hob’s hid up there. Got his drugs, his weapons, his boys. All of it.”

“Thanks, kid,” Raph said as he knocked him out. “Guess we know where we’re going.”

“April,” Leonardo said into the comm, “did you get that?”

“Yea, Leo,” their ally responded. “I’m getting to work with Donnie’s program.”

“Good. Casey, you’re extraction,” the leader continued.

“What!? No! I want to fight!” the vigilante protested. 

Leo knew how he felt. The Purple Dragons were like a surrogate family for Casey. They had always been there for him as he grew up in a rocky home, and seeing them decimated as they were tonight, he wanted revenge. But Leo knew what kind of trouble those strong emotions could do on a battlefield, not to mention the guns that Hob had.

“Casey, with that firepower I’m not taking the chance of getting you killed,” Leo insisted. “Be ready with the van. We’ll need a quick exit.”

“Yea, whatever,” Casey grumbled back.

Leonardo honestly hated that he had to keep Casey away while they went to save his cousin. But Leo wasn’t about to get his friend killed. Being the leader meant people weren’t always going to like your decision. Leo had gotten enough practice with that dealing with Raph all these years. Casey would get over it in time, and hopefully he would understand the decision in the end.

But Leo honestly couldn’t worry about that now. He and his brothers were about to enter a hornet’s nest, and the stingers in this one would be deadly.