[b]Forty [i]|The Raid|[/i][/b]

Forty's previous mission was scrapped, Mr. Big thought it unnecessary to focus so much manpower on one runaway who would be long gone by now, instead they'd fulfill their quota for this year and then some. 

They found Forty still shambling near the wasteland and persuaded him to come back, and while Forty was at first hesitant to leave his previous mission he was assured Mr. Big wasn't mad, and had in fact had a new more important job for him. A "asset acquisition" raid into Liberty City, and with Forty at the head. Forty of course thought it as a great honor; a worthy task to ensure Mr. Big's dream would reach the rest of the New York Wasteland. What he was deaf to was the snickers and whispers of older slavers, who laughed at the fool leader of a suicide mission. None of it reached Forty .

He and his siblings were hand picked by Mr. Big as well as some other "volunteers" from Old Man's Corner: 10 in all, they'd come knocking late into the night and make off with eager new merchandise for the Collective. They donned their usual gear, chains and simple arms, crude yet effective weapons for the task at hand. While Forty wasn't a seasoned Slaver nor a brilliant leader, he knew his goals. Mr. Big had given him rough plots of Liberty City's patrol routes and he picked a blatant lapse in coverage just hours before the sun would rise. 

In the darkest moments of the night Filthy and haggardly built bombs with short wave frequency transceivers were placed  near the front gates, but these would not be used as the breaching points. Rather they will serve to be the exit strategy. The small team was used to foul conditions so there were no complaints when Forty told them to crawl through the primitive sewage systems that ran from the city. They were gaunt and silent apart from the slosh of the detritus around them. They smelled but, it was nothing compared to the life back in Old Man's Corner. They shook and rubbed off as much as they could and proceeded to shamble towards the residential area. The team knew their orders and split off into 5 teams of 2.

Forty crouched near a bent piece of sheet metal that bled light from inside betraying the presence of the family inside. He nodded to Fifteen and their built frames easily toppled over the flimsy door; the residents had heard the instruction and a middle aged man rounded the corner with gun in hand. Forty rushed him immediately and pinned the man to the wall with his broad shoulders. They struggled for a while until Forty got his meaty hand around the man's head and slammed it into the ground knocking the poor sod out. By this time Fifteen had gathered up a woman and child chaining them together by the neck before handing Forty the lead. 3 new chipper and eager recruit's for the Small family, sure they cried now but after Mr. Big works his magic on them, they'd be valuable assets to the Collective. They chained the family and Forty dragged them behind him, screams from the the work of his siblings rang into the night as the Liberty City began to rouse itself. Forty knew the time they had left was drawing thin, and he had to proceed with the escape plan. They'd come out the way they came in, all the while ignoring the distress of their new "siblings". He blew the explosives using his shortwave radio, he counted 6 of the 8 blew as expected and the other 2 misfiring a few seconds later than he wanted. No matter; hopefully, they'd serve their purpose and give ample time for their escape. Of course that was in theory, the city may have other plans before he and his 10 siblings made it out with the haul of 37 new "family" members.