WELCOME TO NEXUS.

[SuperLuigi64]

So Johnny had run into a major problem right away that made him respect the Ninja Turtles way more than he used to. As it turned out, snow-white hair was about as useful for sneaking around as a gigantic shell and slime green skin, which, surprise surprise, ain’t very useful. So Johnny’s little attempts at evasion had constantly degenerated into high speed pursuits. These guys had obviously come prepared, but he hadn’t managed to hide a single time yet (hence the newfound respect of monster turtles doing it constantly). Maybe they had heat-vision goggles or something. Luckily, he did have one advantage: He could take a staircase in the same number of steps a soldier could take a stairstep. He’d already been up and down twice, and made a lot of Ricochet-sized holes in the walls to keep them from radioing his movements accurately, because the minute they pincered him, he was done. One hand still held Forge’s laser gun, and the Curtain of Victory was draped over his shoulders, one corner in his other hand.

For a minute he thought he might be lose again, but then Johnny realized he was on his way toward the hangar. Hm. Bet he could get a lot of attention driving the jet through the mansion. Only problem was, he didn’t know where the keys were. Or even if jets used keys. He rushed for the door anyway, hoping maybe he’d get lucky and find a laser bazooka or something in Forge’s workshop, but as he approached the door, his Danger Sense flared—ah crap. Johnny smashed into the door, intending to knock it off its hinges and ambush the ambush…and he promptly bounced off the door and collapsed in a heap on the floor. “…Ow…” Apparently the building was a lot tougher here. The door rattled, and Johnny raised the gun on pure instinct, catching the emerging soldier in the face with the laser blast. He fell back, blocking the other one just long enough for the acrobat to get on his feet. Johnny whipped the curtain around as he charged, but he heard and sensed the man drawing a real gun. Ah, crap. Apparently they were tired of chasing him. He flung the curtain and dropped to the floor, crawling on all fours with remarkable speed, and the bullets cut the air over him. The soldier saw him too late. He started to aim, but the snowy-haired youth hit him in the groin with all his strength (hey, he might have needed to break through a cup).

His eyes bugged out, and the soldier passed out instantly from the sheer pain. Actually, Johnny thought he might have just removed the guy’s ability to have children. Ever. Well, whatever. He slunk into the hangar cautiously, looking around, as he relieved the two soldiers of their lethal sidearms. If they were gonna try to kill him, then fine, Johnny would try right back. He wasn’t old enough to uphold someone else’s ideas yet, and the idea of these guys getting ahold of him, especially considering how many of them he had probably crippled, was terrifying. Still nobody had appeared. He searched the guards quickly, but didn’t find anything really interesting on them except their radios, and he didn’t want to steal one of those, if they figured it out they’d just feed him bad information, it’s what he’d d—waaaaaaait a minute. Wasn’t Forge’s lab, like, insulated against signals? They said Broadband got sick because he couldn’t pick anything up in there. These soldiers had zip ties on them. He could leave them bound and gagged in the guy’s lab, use their radios, and if the others didn’t get back in time to stop them, they’d have people to interrogate. He might have to collapse the lab in on itself to get them good and trapped, but…well, it was worth a shot.

Johnny tucked one pistol into his pants, wrapped his curtain around his shoulders again, and gripped a handgun and a laser gun with his hands, still looking for any sign of movement, any hint of his Danger Sense going off. He was starting to think that just assuming his senses were going to get him through this was stupid—sure, they’d worked so far, but if these guys were here to hunt mutants, might they not have a way to get past his early warning system?

He placed one foot on one of the soldiers, and with a hard shove, sent him skidding along the hangar floor. He stopped about halfway to Forge’s lab. Okay, now the other one…

[SuperLuigi64]

Johnny opened the door to the lab and held it as he dragged the two unconscious soldiers into the place with just a toe. He closed the door behind him as quietly as he could, then looked down at the pair. Okay, now what did he have to work with here…? They had several sets of cable ties on them each, those annoying plastic zipping things that you had to cut to get off. He saw a frightening amount of tools in Forge’s lab—ooh, duct tape! And there…wasn’t that the interference thingy Forge had turned off because of Broadband? Okay, with this, he would have everything he needed to keep these guys here. Hopefully, anyway. Johnny quickly stripped the two soldiers down, completely naked, just to make sure they didn’t have any hidden weapons or communicators on them. Just for good measure, he stuffed as much of their underwear as he could into their mouths, before using duct tape to seal the cloth in their mouths so they couldn’t spit it out. Also, it was funnier than using anything else, and these goons deserved it.

Okay, next up was immobilizing them. He lifted one of the soldiers and flopped him down on top of the other one so they were facing each other. Then he took the cable ties and used them to bind their ankles together—Top’s left to Bottom’s right, and vice-versa. Then he pulled Bottom’s arms around Top’s waist and tied his wrists too, before rolling the pair over and doing the same with the other man’s wrists. And just to be sure they couldn’t get their arms over one another’s heads to somehow….well, accomplish anything, he also tied each pair of elbows together. Unfortunately, both men were too big and bulky for Johnny to wear one of their uniforms—he was pretty scrawny for how strong he was. He put the two pistols he had inside a cabinet: he realized if he had them, they question of who they belonged to would come up. He also smashed the two radio ear thingies they had into uselessness. Now to collapse the lab…but he needed to make sure these guys would probably not die. Luckily, there were plenty of tables around that looked like they were designed to hold up just ridiculous amounts of weight.

So Johnny rolled the soldiers under one of the tables in the back of the room, then spent the next few minutes using up all the duct tape he could find, running them along the tops of all the largest pieces of equipment. He ran the last of the tape to the door, then pushed and shoved some computer-bank looking thing about the size of a fridge over in front of the door itself. The snowy-haired youth didn’t want the resulting crash to knock the door off its hinges and give it all away. He squeezed his way through the space between the open door and the big computer thing, pulling the duct tape rope with him. Last, he turned on the interference thing for good measure and taped it to the ceiling, hoping they could keep it safe from what he was about to do. “Here goes nothing…” He braced himself against the wall and pulled as hard as he could. There was a sudden give as the entire mass of objects, tipped by his superhuman leg strength, began to fall inwards. Johnny quickly flung the tape back into the room and slammed the door closed. He didn’t know if it was soundproof or not, but he probably wasn’t that lucky.

The lithe acrobat pulled the laser gun, and headed toward the jets. He wasn’t stupid. There was no escaping this mess, and he honestly didn’t want to get away. If Broadband was captured, if Cypher was captured, and the others, he wanted to go with them—which was a disturbing thought in and of itself. But Johnny wanted to look like he was trying to get away, so nobody would wonder why he was really down here. He stopped at the ramp to the jet, every nerve on edge—if there was a place to wait for people you were trying to capture, inside their highly advanced jets would be a top contender. He moved up the ramp at an agonizing pace, waiting for the millisecond when his Danger Sense would burn…

[Mystic Frost]

The jet interior lighting snapped on as Johnny reached the top of the ramp. Consoles flickered on and controls began lighting up. Seconds later bright, red letters began appearing one after another, scrolling horizontally across the screen: "Resident Recognized. Unauthorized Pilot. Systems Locked." No hum or shake of the engines powering up filled the cockpit. The hanger remain as dead silent as Johnny left it creeping up the ramp.

While in the hanger the jet was under Cerebro's observation and it wouldn't let just anyone take it for a spin. There had to be some safeguards in case the youngsters managed to get in without supervision. Teenagers were known for taking vehicles that weren't their's out for a ride; a jet was hardly the idea vehicle for such antics.

A minute later and additional text appeared on the displays. "Intruders Detected." The hanger bay door snapped open as a team of three soldiers stepped quickly into the bay with their guns drawn looking for the source of the commotion in this area of the estate.

They were spread out about fifteen feet between them, fanning out from the doorway. The one in the center narrowed his eyes at the jet sitting there; it looked like there might be light shining down from inside. Silently he gestured for the other two to move up on either side as he moved down the center axis. If someone was trying to take off they had to stop them. No one could escape. Fortunately, for them, the engines didn't sound ready for takeoff yet.

[Leaving it Open, but can add more as needed.]

[SuperLuigi64]

Johnny made it inside the jet without a hitch—miraculously, two guards had been the only ones in the entire hangar. For such a well-coordinated attack, these guys didn’t seem to be expert tacticians. Then again, it had worked, so did he really have any room to criticize it? Actually, why hadn’t they all gone running for the hangar the instant this crap started? Great, now he was gonna be depressed for the rest of the night due to stupidity. He looked around the jet, trying to find anything valuable, when the screens at the front flickered on. Wow, a self-servicing jet. Jesus, did these people crap money or something? Was there perhaps some mutant around here with the codename “Midas”? He walked toward the screens cautiously, wondering if maybe sitting down for fire up the engines. For a minute, the idea of flying this thing out and shooting down the helicopters flashed through his mind, and—

Resident Recognized. Unauthorized Pilot. Systems Locked.

—he decided that being captured was the less dangerous and more possible course of action. Yeah. Because if there’s one thing Johnny Gallo is known for, it’s his rationality! He ran up to the console and looked around, but speaking as someone who’d never been on a plane or, indeed, any sort of aerial transport—not counting holes in reality anyway—he didn’t have the slightest clue what to do with this thing. All he knew was from Star Fox, and he didn’t know which one of these buttons he’d have to double-tap to DO a barrel roll. Intruders Detected. Eh? Johnny peered out of the windshield. Yep, more soldiers. Okay, so he had a few options here. He could either let them capture him, or knock them out too, or perhaps get captured trying to knock them out. That last one didn’t sound good to him, since one soldier had already used a real pistol to attack him. He did want to get captured, but considering what they’d seen of him so far, he doubted they’d buy him being caught so easily. Plus, he needed to make sure when he got caught, it would actually be a bad thing for them. But he wasn’t really worried about that last one, since he had no idea how to make it happen. Why couldn’t tracking devices be plainly-marked?

Okay. Time to put on an award-winning performance. He couldn’t hear the soldiers coming up the ramp, apparently they were trained pretty well, but getting too near the entrance made his Danger Sense ring. So instead, Johnny ran over to the console and set the laser gun down, beginning to feign being frantic. He started pounding the buttons on the jet’s console urgently, despite the warnings alternating on the screens around him. The buildup of his Danger Sense clued him in that the soldiers had almost reached a point where they could see him. “Come on, you overpriced, underperforming tin can! Move! If you can figure out I’m not authorized to fly this thing you can fly it for me! ARGH!” His senses burned, but he did everything he could to ignore them as he felt the soldiers’ eyes on him, followed by their crosshairs. Ugh…stand still…stand still… “I will sell you for scrap metal if you don’t get me out of here!” His mind flared white-hot, and it took everything he had not to jump straight up, but Johnny managed it. He felt the darts sink into his legs and shoulders, sapping his superhuman lower body strength way faster than he would have expected, and acting suddenly wasn’t so difficult any more.

He turned on shaking legs and tried to jump at the soldiers, but succeeded only in falling forward onto the cold metal of the jet’s floor. He managed to lift a shaky middle finger at the closest one. “Gonna…make a necklace…out of your teeth…before this is…”

More darts.

Then nothing.