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The days following the collapse of the Grand Nexus Hotel, all hell broke out in the Hidden City. Big Mama was down for the count and everyone was grasping for power. The HCP were trying to get the upper hand and totally diminish the Battle Nexus circuit, but the Masters of Barbarianism were all over that mess the second the building collapsed, moving the operations to another part of town.
While some of her goons stayed loyal, most grabbed what they could and ran. All the deadbeats that kept in line because of her iron grip on the underworld, but now they were having a heyday. Who knew organized crime could be so good for the neighborhood?
The Hidden City needed someone to get criminals back in line. Of course it's not the police and the Council Heads were too busy with the Draxum ordeal to really pay attention to the issue. Many groups tried to step in but one was successful….
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Of course the turtles absolutely had no idea what was happening in the Hidden City. They had more important things to be concerned about. Like recovering their prized Jupiter Jim comics from the rubble of the old lair.
“Oh sweet mother of Comic Con , my baby!!!!” Mikey exclaimed as he nonchalantly flipped over a concrete slab and picked up a box containing his comics. “I thought you were gone!!” He sobbed, squeezing the box to his chest.
Donnie rolled his eyes, while he scanned another section of the old lair for anything salvageable. “Michael, we're here for necessities, and those are not necessities. “ He bent over and picked up the projector that served as the family (Master Splinters) tv. “Like this.”
“Le gasp! I'm going to pretend you didn't say such a horrible thing.” He protectively held the box against his chest as he made his way back to his brother. “How is that even a necessity?” He huffed as he placed his box down next to a slowly growing pile of things going back with them.
“Because if I have to show our old papa how to search for his stupid game show on YouTube again, I might just have an aneurysm.” he said in his dry tone.
“Toucè.”
Ever since Shredder tore through their life, the turtles were chilling in the apartment that Mikey had set up for Draxum. It was going good for a whole month until Master Splinter was caught clipping his toenails in the kitchen sink. They were “kindly” told to get the hell out. Lucky for them with some help from April's library card, they found some records of an old subway station left abandoned by the city. It was a step up from being in the actual sewers.
“Come on guys, just a few more things!” Raphael’s voice boomed from the area where the kitchen once stood. He threw pots and pans in a box, trying to move fast. There was so much to get and do and-
“I can't continue on an empty stomach!” a very dramatic voice from a red stripe turtle cut through Raphael’s train of thought. “C’mon, it's been like forever since we went to our favorite pizza place, and I think we deserve a snack break.” The brothers looked to the oldest.
Even though their father switched leadership roles of their team, Raphael still ran things. Leo avoided the leadership role like the plague, leaving Raphael to still pull all the weight. He didn't mind that much though, it's always been this way.
“Guys we got too much-” his stomach growled, interrupting him. “Well, Raphael is hungry.” He patted his stomach and sighed. “Ok….but only for a minute.”