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Aleksei looked up. Standing there, spinning a pair of nunchucks with dizzying speed, was Michelangelo. Next to him, Leonardo was peering through binoculars at a Technodrome-style tower rising over a pixelated version of the Daugava River.

"Watch it, kid! You're blocking the line of sight!" a gravelly voice barked.

Aleksei looked down at his own hands. They were covered in fingerless tactical gloves, and a staff—identical to Donny’s—was strapped to his back. TMNT LejupielДЃdД“t datorspД“li

The progress bar didn't crawl; it raced. Within seconds, his room began to hum. A low, rhythmic vibration rattled his keyboard. Suddenly, the screen didn't just show the game—it bled green light.

He landed hard on a cold, metal fire escape. The air smelled of pepperoni and ozone. Aleksei looked up

"The Foot Clan has hijacked the local servers," Leo explained, drawing his katanas. "If we don't clear the malware by sunrise, the whole city's grid goes dark. You ready to earn that high score, Aleksei?"

The glowing neon of Riga’s skyline reflected in a puddle as Aleksei stared at the strange link on his monitor. He had been searching for a way to play the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles game, but the local stores were sold out. Then, he found it: He clicked "Download." "Watch it, kid

With a leap, they dove off the roof and into the neon streets, five shadows moving as one against the digital tide.