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Aleksei reached out to touch the monitor, and his hand passed through the glass like water. With a sudden thwip , a grappling hook latched onto his desk lamp and pulled him headfirst into the digital void.

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." TMNT LejupielДЃdД“t datorspД“li

"His metadata says he’s the one who initiated the download," Donatello said, tapping a holographic wrist-computer. "He didn't just download the game... he volunteered for the frontline." Aleksei reached out to touch the monitor, and

He landed hard on a cold, metal fire escape. The air smelled of pepperoni and ozone. He had been searching for a way to

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.

"Is he a civilian or a glitch?" Raphael asked, sharpening a sai.

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.