[color=orange][h1]Sunflower Group[/h1]
Codename: Paddywhack
Codename: Dubious[/color]
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Two men are riding through an inner-city neighborhood in a van bearing a fake electrician company logo. One goes by the codekname Paddywhack. The other, Dubious.

“I’m just saying, I’m still kinda unconvinced.” Paddywhack, the shorter and skinnier of the two riding in the passenger seat, remarked.

“So what? You honestly think this could be some kind of prank?” The larger man, Dubious, replied in a gruff voice. “Saint’s not one for jokes, you know that.”

“Fair point.” Paddywhack said, leaning forward to scan the road, watching the house numbers as they rolled by. “Still, I find it hard to believe this X-Men shit just popped up out of nowhere like, last week.”

“It’s odd. I’ll admit that much.”

“Odd doesn’t say enough but…” Paddywhack paused for a moment, “Just… everyone, even [i]us[/i], seems so… [i]mellow[/i] about it. I mean this should be a worldwide phenomenon! News and shit around the clock! World war three should have kicked off like, yesterday!” He raised his hands and started making confused gestures. “I mean God damn, this is it! The great unifier that brings nations and armies together to combat a common enemy among the masses! Shit-kids with telekinesis and super strength, don’t you think we should be fightin’ ‘em instead of sellin’ ‘em to shut-ups?”

“You saying you don’t want to get paid?” Dubious replied.

“No, no, just…” Paddywhack shook his hands as he stopped to find the words, “It doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, man. Still trying to wrap my head around it.”

“No time for wrapping.” Dubious replied, pointing at a gated property a bit further ahead. “That’s our stop.” Paddywhack lifted a pair of binoculars from his lap and gazed at the mailbox by the front white gate. “Yep, that’s… 178 Serval Street.” He put the binoculars away and brought up a communication device of some sort. “Saint, Saint, this is Paddywhack, me an’ Dubious have arrived at Serval, double-checkin’ the info’s good?”

[color=orange]> “It better be, or it’s Baba Daga’s ass. He sent all the qualifying reports to me about weird shit in the region, and if the trail of security cam footage and eyewitness reports are all right, then this sloppy cunt should be in his house right now.”[/color]

“Well we will certainly find out, Saint. About to execute retrieval momentarily.”

[color=orange]> "Good. Remember, reports said this kid can teleport. Hit him with tranqs the moment you see him.”[/color]

“Roger dodger, Saint.” Paddywhack replied, putting the communicator away and pulling out a pistol. He ejected the magazine, peering at the tranquilizer rounds inside. One or two would be enough to put down anyone. They just had to get the jump on the kid first. Paddywhack re-inserted the magazine and turned to Dubious. “Ready, big guy?” He asked.

“After you.”