Hun watched over the operation as his Purple Dragons loaded trucks with black market weaponry. Everything was on schedule and going according to plan. He just hoped that certain mutant brothers and their new vigilante friend wouldn't show up.
So far, so good.
Suddenly, a muffled thud was heard from inside the warehouse. Hun let out an irritated growl and began walking towards the source of the sound. Inside the warehouse, a single crate of weapons lay on the floor, next to a pyramid of crates just like it.
"One'a the boxes must'a fallen off the pile." One of the Dragons suggested.
"Hmmmm." Hun stared at the crate, suspicious.
"Hey, where's Two-ton?" Another Dragon asked. Hun looked around. Two-ton was, in fact, absent.
"I don't like this, one bit." Hun told his men, "Keep a close lookout. And let's get those trucks loaded already!"
Hun and the Dragons walked back outside to continue loading crates.
"What the-!?" Hun blurted as he noticed that every single one of the trucks' tires were slashed, "Who was watching the trucks!?" the Purple Dragons looked around at one another; no one giving Hun an answer. "You idiots!" he bellowed, "Find who did this!"
The street gang separated and searched the area. Hun stayed with the trucks to make a call. "Dragon Face! I need more trucks down here!" he demanded.
"On the way, boss." Came the reply.
"Dragons!" Hun called out after hanging up.
He got no answer.
He let out a low growl, which grew into a roar, "Come out and face me!" he called to the attackers. Once again, he got no response. He began moving towards the warehouse. Once inside he saw his entire gang was unconscious and all the weapons were destroyed. He ran back out in hopes they didn't get to the weapons already loaded on the trucks. No such luck. Hun was furious. Not only did he have no transportation, but no sellable or usable weapons as well. The night was a complete bust. Dragon Face finally pulled up in a new truck.
"One truck?" Hun asked, knowing that it didn't really matter anyway.
"The others are on their way." Dragon Face replied.
"Tell them to turn around." Hun sighed.
"Why? What happened?"
"It was a damn waste of time."
Sirens started blaring in the distance. Hun cursed.
"The cops?" Dragon Face asked, confused, "How'd they get the drop on us?"
"Worry about that later!" Hun bellowed, "Get us outta here!"
The trucks tires squealed and tore away from the scene, leaving behind the other Purple Dragons, and the damaged trucks and weapons.

...

"Hun got away." Raph growled, as the turtles and Mystery watched the police gather up the damaged weapons and the Purple Dragons who were left behind.
"He's a hard one to catch." Leo told him, "We did what we could. This area is secure. We should continue with our patrol." He headed towards the next rooftop with Mikey and Don in tow. Raph and Mystery stayed behind a moment longer, and then joined the others in continuing their patrol. They flew across rooftops as the people below moved down the sidewalk, oblivious to the activity above.

...

Ben Grimm sat on the couch, flickering between different news channels. He glanced at the clock and the worry on his face intensified. Kaitlyn was supposed to be home an hour ago. She hadn't even called, and when Ben tried to call her he got no answer. Several call attempts later with the same result, Ben decided to sit, wait, and hope that Kaitlyn returned safely.
He turned back to the TV, before quickly glancing in the direction of Kaitlyn's room. He hit the mute button, hoping the sound he'd heard hadn't come from the TV. He quickly got up and moved towards Kaitlyn's room. He slid open the door as soon as he got there. His eyes darted to the bed and saw a figure hidden under the sheets. As quietly as he could, Ben walked over to the bed and drew back the covers enough to see Kaitlyn's face. Ben let out a sigh of relief before returning the covers to their previous position.
He walked over to the window, now open and letting in a gentle breeze, and closed it. The curtains fell still against the glass and he walked back to the door. "Good night, Kit Kat. We'll talk in the morning." He whispered, before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Kaitlyn listened to his soft, but heavy footsteps lead back towards his room. She had lost track of time while out on patrol and hurried back to the Baxter Building in a panic when she realized she was late.
When the footsteps ceased she sat up, still in her Mystery outfit. She held her mask in her gloved hand, which she kept hidden under her pillow. She sat there for several moments, wishing she had paid attention to the time and got home sooner. She finally stood and quietly got changed into her pajamas. Crawling back into bed, she wondered how she was going to explain this to her Uncle. There was no way of getting to her bedroom window from the outside without using some kind of object to levitate herself up to it, and she couldn't tell her Uncle that's how she did it.
Tomorrow morning was going to be difficult.