Some say, if you dream of a red chili pepper, it is an indication that you may either fall into a sexual contact with someone or fall into a hot argument with someone.

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"Bzzt...break in at a bank on...zzt...street. Purple Dragons...bzzt...seen."

Raphael frowns, placing on hand over his headset earpiece as he fiddles with the scanner on the police radio. Leonardo glances at him for a split second before returning his focus to the road ahead.

"PDs?" he asks.

Donatello taps on his computer keyboard, fingers dancing from letter to letter, russet eyes narrowed as his tongue pokes out the side of his mouth. "Looks like it. If I can just pinpoint which bank is getting robbed—"

"Oh, there's a bank on Canal, like, two blocks from here!" Michelangelo chirps as he drags one green finger over his map. "The Chase bank! I bet it's that one!"

"Don't guess, Mikey. Accuracy is important, especially in stopping a robbery." Donatello sighs and cranks his neck closer to the screen, still trying to pinpoint the correct spot.

Leonardo swerves the ShellRaiser, careening around a corner as he continues towards the area Michelangelo mentioned. Thankfully, there are a few banks in that area, he thinks. His brothers let out mutters of annoyance at the sudden jostling, but Leonardo ignores the whines.

Raphael, finding nothing but white noise, shuts off the scanner and turns his attention to his headset just as a new voice comes through.

"Raph, come in, do you copy?" the voice asks, her pitch lowered to sound more official.

He rolls his eyes. "There's a PD break in at a bank, maybe somewhere on Canal. We're not sure. Have you got anything, Destiny?"

There's silence for a moment. Leonardo tilts his head towards them, straining to hear. "Two blocks away, there's some smoke. A possible explosion," Destiny says. "Looks like it could be Chase. I'll let Sarina know."

Michelangelo flashes a smug grin. "Told you." At the gloating, Donatello mumbles to himself and becomes seemingly enthralled with the coding lining his screen.

"I heard that we have a potential problem with fire-breathing reptiles?" a second voice asks, making Donatello shift out of his slouch. There's a laugh from the line. "Where to?"

"Two blocks northbound," Donatello calls. "Bank robbery!"

Raphael taps his mic. "Let's speed things up. Sarina, you copy that?"

"I copy," she responds.

"Aw, yeah, girl power!" Destiny howls.

Leonardo nods and steps on the gas as they lurch around another corner. The nearer they get, the clearer the smoke cloud that billows into the sky becomes. The four brothers lock on to two shapes in the sky, one slim and streamlined, the other with an impressive wingspan.

Raphael rolls his shoulders and smirks. "I needed something to do," he mutters.

Leonardo parks the ShellRaiser and the turtles move out and up to the rooftops. They move swiftly and silently, eyes white, and soon enough the bank comes into view. Smoke billows from the windows, fire licking at the glass pains, and the ninjas perch for a moment. Destiny and Sarina touch down behind them, casting only a brief smile before focusing.

"Care to relay the plan?" Sarina asks.

"If any of the Dragons try to bolt, you two take them down," Leonardo answers.

Destiny grins and cracks her knuckles. "Perfect," she says. Her ears swivel and she inches closer to the edge. "It's faint, but they're coming out. They're gonna bust out of those doors in three, two..."

The front doors burst open in a cloud of smoke and choking ash. Fong, Tsoi, and Sid emerge with sacks of cash clutched in their greedy fists, followed closely by the ever-watchful Hun. The muscled gangster watches the streets over the rims of his sunglasses, lips curved in a smirk. Destiny mumbles something like "knew it" to herself and pumps her fist, making Sarina stifle a laugh.

"Alright, ninjas, we launch attacks at different vantage points. Destiny and Sarina go high, I'll take Donnie and go right, Raph and Mikey go left," Leonardo says, pointing to each direction as he talks.

"Let's kick some tail," Raphael urges.

Before they can wiggle a toe, a familiar battle cry makes the Dragons turn their heads.

"GOONGALA!"

A hockey puck sails through the air and nails Tsoi in the forehead. The gangster wobbles, his head spinning, and Casey Jones emerges from the nearest cloud of smoke. His dark eyes seem to burn from behind his trademark hockey mask.

"You punks chose the wrong bank to mess with!" he shouts.

"Casey, you idiot," Leonardo groans. "Ninjas, let's go."

The four turtles drop down in formation around their reckless human ally. Casey groans at the sight of them while Hun flashes an even wider smirk as he clasps his hands together.

"Turtles and hockey boy," he muses. "Perfect."

"Aw, dude! Why are you guys here?" Casey demands, pointing a gloved finger at the turtles.

"Well, it used to be for a crime bust. Now it's saving your sorry butt," Raphael retaliates with hardly a second of thought.

Casey rolls his eyes and aims his hockey stick at the Dragons. "Drop the cash and I'll only hurt you minimally," he warns.

Hun lets out a laugh before snapping his fingers. His lackeys launch into action and the Hamatos join in without a moment of hesitation. Destiny and Sarina stare at the sudden chaos with wide eyes.

"Oh dear," Sarina murmurs. She cups a hand around her mouth. "Is the plan still going? Do you need help?" she calls.

"We're fine!" Donatello replies as he knocks Fong in the face with his staff. "Just get them if they try to run!"

Raphael takes on Sid while Leonardo and Casey combine their efforts on Hun. Michelangelo makes easy work of Tsoi. The ninjas are swifter and more refined in their style than the thugs, making the battle seem more like a game.

"Well, geez, this is boring," Destiny sighs, resting her hand on her chin as she watches Tsoi get knocked onto his back.

"I enjoy watching them fight," Sarina admits. Her eyes flash and she focuses on Donatello, letting out a hum. "Mm, that form." Destiny laughs and shoves her friend lightly.

Hun grunts as Casey lands a punch to his jaw, making the man stumble. Hun straightens up and grabs his face, cracking his jaw back into place with a grin, and he puts his fingers to his lips and lets out a shrill whistle.

As if from nothing, dark shapes surround the turtles and Casey on all sides. Men of all shapes and sizes crack their knuckles and stare at the teenagers with hungry, battle-ready eyes, and their purple tattoos flex and shift with the bulge of their muscles. While the majority are Asian, just like the original four, there are now quite a few Hispanic and Caucasian faces joining the mix.

The Hamatos go back to shell in a protective circle, weapons aimed outwards as their faces shift with varying degrees of shock. "Did they always have this many people?" Michelangelo squeaks.

"Oh, oh, now isn't this something else?" Hun coos. "Like our upgrades?"

Fong, Tsoi, and Sid get back to their feet and gather their loot, slinking away into the nearest alleyways. Destiny and Sarina are too focused on the outnumbered fight down below to notice them getting away and instead launch themselves into the circle, landing next to the boys with ease.

"How many are there?" Leonardo asks.

"At least twenty," Donatello answers from his right.

Hun cackles as the sound of sirens starts to wail in the distance. The clock starts to wind down. "Make it quick, Dragons," he orders. "Can't have the police getting us, after all."

The new recruits attack without hesitation, forcing the mutants to retaliate, but to the surprise of every teenager, the Purple Dragons aren't as bad as they usually are. Unlike the original three, these thugs can hold their own, landing kicks and punches that the others never could before.

"is it just me or have these guys...gotten—" Destiny grunts and evades a hefty swing. "—better?!"

"Dudes, this is crazy!" Michelangelo shrieks as he tries to fend off three thugs at once. "We've gotta get out of here!"

"Retreat? Casey Jones doesn't retreat!" Casey shouts.

"I'm no quitter!" Raphael agrees.

The red-masked turtle whirls around as someone comes up behind him, but his fist is caught before he can plunge it downwards. A pair of striking hazel eyes lined with long, dark lashes glares back at him, glinting with malice. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of her.

"Gotcha," a feminine voice murmurs, sickening and sweet all at once.

He doesn't have time to react before her foot nails him in the face.