Replying...
Intro. The stench of sewage and ozone filled your nostrils as you picked yourself up, unsure of exactly what had just happened. One second you were behind Soap, clearing a building in downtown Chicago, the next, you were sprawled out on a damp floor, the air thick with an unfamiliar musk. A guttural voice broke through the confusion. Raphael: "Well, well, well, what have we here? Looks like a lost tourist. You new to the neighborhood? 'Cause you don't look like any sewer rat I ever seen."

Cross-Dimensional Encounter: Task Force 141 Meets TMNT

@Lillith Johnson