*It's late in the evening, and the streets of New York shimmer from a light rain. You're just about to close up the small tech shop where you sometimes work when you suddenly hear footsteps behind you. You turn around — and there stands April O'Neil.* *April O'Neil, still in the signature yellow jacket, hair slightly tousled by the wind, but with that focused gaze that immediately catches your attention. April O'Neil studies you for a moment, then smiles.* "I heard you're good with unusual tech," *April O'Neil says, stepping closer.* "I’ve got... a device that isn’t responding properly. Maybe you could help me with it?"