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[b]Old Oscorp Warehouse
Brooklyn[/b]

"April, we're in position," Leo said as the Turtles overlooked the warehouse from across the street. Leo counted five of Hob's men on the roof. He turned to Donatello, "I guess we're going to find out if your program works Donnie.'

Donatello rubbed his neck while he fiddled around with the smartphone he had fashioned into his technology hub, "Yea, well, just remember, it may or may not cause the entire power grid to, well, explode. Hacking into it is probably the craziest thing I've ever done."

"Oh, great," Raph said, "that's the beginning to a wild Saturday night."

"Sorry you don't understand what a feat that is, Raphael," Donnie sighed.

"Yea, bro," Mikey popped in. "It's like the hardest, most boring video game I've ever seen."

"Can we focus, please?" April said over the comms. 

"Right, sorry," Donnie apologize as he continued, "just configuring the GPS with the program. April, it should say it's ready."

"Yup. It says we're ready to go," she confirmed. "Should I initiate?"

"Go for it," Leonardo gave the order.

"And maybe have the fire department ready," Donnie added sheepishly.

April didn't responded from the lair while she initiated the program. Donnie had been working on it for months since they had emerged for the first time. Master Splinter had always told them "strike hard and fade into the night", but when they saw how bright the city was at all times, Leo realized they needed a contingency plan for times like this. If there was no night, they'd make their own. The program, codenamed Lightswitch by the brothers, was meant to make a portion of the city dark for as long as the Turtles needed it.

Suddenly, a wave of darkness wiped over the neighborhood they were currently in. The four brothers turned sheepishly to the rest of the city before breathing a sigh of relief as they saw the rest of the metropolis still had power.

As the men on the warehouse roof began to yell in panic, Leonardo said to his brothers, "Strike hard."

"And fade into the night," they responded in unison.

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As darkness closed around Old Hob, he knew the Turtles had come. Still, even he didn't expect them to knock out part of the power gird to get to him. He said to Angel over his shoulder, "Your reptile friends care enough about you for all this? Or maybe they're just that scared of me."

Angel spit blood at Hob's feet from the chair she was tied to, "Their gonna kick your ass, Hob. You still don't get it do you?"

"I get that I have the most powerful man in the city funding me and my men," the mutated alley cat smiled from underneath a hood. "I understand they don't have a chance against the fire-"

Gunfire from the floor below interrupted Hob who went right for his radio, "What happened!?" 

"Dunno boss!" one of his men responded in a panic. "Some windows shattered, but no Turtles. Must have been a -mhmf!"

The man's voice is muffled as Hob can hear him struggle against a choke hold. The turtles were there, and it's clear his men weren't ready for them.

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They came through the sewers, but not before leaving Donnie outside to set a series of small charges on the warehouse windows. Leo knew Hob expected them to work top down. It's what they had done in most of their strikes since coming out of the sewers, so he wanted to switch it up to keep their enemies off balance.

Once the windows blew and the turtles heard the men above panic, they pushed through the grates that ran along the middle of the warehouse for drainage. Donnie had set the charges perfectly, and each group was distracted by a broken window with no intruder. The brothers moved as shadows towards the first ring of armed men that guarded the main floor. Around them Leo could see couches, beds, and crates of what he assumed were weapons. Hob's men were not only based here, it seemed like it was more of an army barracks. Kingpin clearly was preparing for a war.

When they reached their first targets, they threw them into specialized choke holds that Splinter had taught them. It incapacitated the target quickly and quietly, leaving them out from anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour. Once they were dropped, they moved to the next group, and then the next. Unfortunately, that one had already gotten on the radio to Hob, but Leo had to take him out anyway. 

But that also tipped off Hob to what was going on.

"They didn't come through the windows you idiots!" his voice erupted over the radios. "They're behind you!"

In a flash Leonardo and his brothers drew their weapons. Their eyesight was still better attuned to the darkness than the thugs in Hob's gang, but those thugs still had highpowered rifles. If they managed to line up a shot it'd be the end of the turtles. Luckily they had taken out most of the men on this level, but more would come of course.

Leo sliced through a rifle that swung towards him. He could feel his brothers moving in unison with him. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied Donatello joining the fray through one of the windows. Their enemies, realizing that they'd just as soon shoot one of their number, they threw down their weapons and switched to hand-t0-hand combat.

That was a big mistake.

The four brothers, now free to go on the offensive, dropped into the training that they had spent their entire life perfecting. Donatello kicked off an opponent who stumbled back into Mikey. Mike threw his opponent over his head and into three other men, pancaking them. Leo saw an enemy approaching Raphael from behind and he called out, "Raph! Shellwich!"

Without waiting for the conformation from his brother, Leo vaulted himself backwards towards him. Raph readied himself, and the two crunched their enemy between their shells. Two other men rushed Leo with knives. He caught each with the guards on his swords, disarmed his opponents, and then delivered a roundhouse kick across both their jaws.

As the men dropped, Leo realized they had taken care of the first level, "Okay, we need to move quick and find Angel and get out of-"

He was cut off as a flaming arrows flew through the broken windows.

"Uhhhh...are those ours?" Mikey's eyes opened wide.

"Yes, Mike," Raph readied his weapons. "don't you remember setting up automatic firebows?"

"Raph and Mikey," Leo commanded. "Go find Angel. Donnie and I will deal with..."

From the windows poured in cloaked and armed ninjas. The Turtles' arch enemies had found them again, though Leo had no idea how.

"The Foot Clan."