[color=orange][h1]Sunflower Group[/h1]
Codename: Paddywhack
Codename: Dubious[/color]
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Little girl was desperately attempting to wake her older brother up. He’d gotten them through some allies, over some rooftops, but the tranquilizer put him down not too long after it hit. They were holed up in an unmanned construction site. The girl didn’t even notice the two men who’d assaulted her home walking towards her. And she didn’t notice the tranquilizer dart fired into her neck. It only took a few moments for her to drop, and her consciousness to start fading.

“Woo!” Paddywhack called out, “Alright! Two for one special!”

“Just hurry and get them somewhere private. Before anyone shows up.” Dubious replied, scanning the area. Paddywhack was busy injecting a tracker into the male target as he replied, “Relax, just go get the van. I got this.” Dubious nodded, turned, and left for the vehicle. Paddywhack brought up his communicator.

“Saint, mission accomplished. Got a little bonus too.”

[color=orange]> “Good, good, now make sure you keep ‘em hooked up to the anesthetics. Don’t want them waking up at [i]any point[/i] between there to here.”[/color]

“Will do Saint. Over and out.”

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[h1][color=orange]Franklin St. Jopling[/color][/h1]
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“Pilliarch reporting in, got my target hooked up and seaworthy. ETA seventeen-hundred hours. Over.”

“This is Mastodon! Me and Roach got ours, slight casualties, but oh well. On my way to relocation!”

“Bambetov reporting. Capture successful, two targets. Coming back to HQ soon.”

Frank stood and listened to the reports flood in, retrievers all over the coast picking up their marks and heading home to make bank. He counted the offers from several unnamed parties on his PDA, stacking up to a bigger profit for one afternoon than the Sunflower Group had experienced in almost a year. He leaned over the railing of the sea platform, listening to the waters below beat against the support columns. An adjutant approached him from one of the staircases, calling out, “Sir, holding cells are ready for the first arrivals.”

Frank chuckled a bit. [color=orange]“Good.”[/color] He replied, [color=orange]“Keep ‘em dozy. Drip feeds for sustenance only. Match up the records so we know who we can’t afford to let wake up.”[/color]

“Understood.”

The adjutant turned and left, leaving Frank to his devices. He began thinking about expansion of the Sunflower Group. With more profits coming in soon, they could do with some recruitment drives. He turned his head to the cluster of islands not too far from the platform. He thought for a moment…

Maybe there was a game to be played here.