[color=orange][h1]Sunflower Group[/h1]
Codename: Paddywhack
Codename: Dubious[/color]
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Knock on the door. Unkempt man in a white shirt, flannel jacket, and dirty jeans opens it. He looks at the two work-dressed men in front of him and asks, “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, we’re with Duncan’s Electrical Repairs.” Paddywhack replied, “We got a call about a power outage here?”

“Not from me, no.” The man replied.

“Well do you mind if we come in anyway? Might be a wiring issue [i]here[/i] could be causing trouble for someone else.” Paddywhack stated with the best smile he could fake.

“That sounds like bullshit.” The man said, unamused.

Paddywhack turned to Dubious and shook his head. The big man walked up to the owner of the house and shoved a cloth against his nose and mouth, holding the back of his head. The man struggled for a moment before the chlorine overwhelmed his senses. Dubious gently laid the man down on the carpet flooring and set him aside the wall of the living room. Paddywhack drew his pistol as he made his way inside, slowly checking the rooms of the first floor. Dubious shut the front door and then slowly approached the stairs, Paddywhack following closely behind. They positioned themselves in front of two doors along the hallway. Paddywhack counted with his fingers, and at three, they both kicked down their respective doors.

Paddywhack’s door led into a typical grunge kid’s room. Lying on the bed was the target. Greasy kid with black hair, a hoodie, some piercings, you get the deal. He was listening to music as he looked up, with no time to react as Paddywhack shot him in the chest with a tranquilizer dart. As the shock kicked in however, the kid jumped from his bed and vanished into thin air. The second tranquilizer dart that Paddywhack fired went into the pillow. He ran over and grabbed it, then backed out of the room.

“Dubious?” He called out.

No answer. Paddywhack rushed over to the other room. Dubious was standing before it. This one was much less grunge with toys and dolls scattered around. “There was a little girl here.” Dubious said lowly, “I got her with a tracker but someone… just, [i]appeared[/i], grabbed her, and they both vanished.”

“Well I got the other one with a tranq, so neither of them are getting far.” He brushed past Dubious and rushed down the stairs, calling out, “C’mon, we ride!” Dubious followed suit, pulling out a tracking radar, paying attention to the signals. The tranquilizer was certainly working, the jumps were getting shorter and less frequent.

The hunt was on.