Misha stumbles through the brush behind Ambrose for a few meters before she feels the sharp sting of the tranquilizer bury itself in her upper arm. She slams her other hand onto her should, wrenching the dart(?) out of the skin with a loud hiss. She glances over at Ambrose, desperate to flee as she felt the sedative flowing through her veins. With a pang of determination, she took a breath in and began to shriek at the top of her lungs - hoping someone would hear her before she blacked out.

A steady rumbling on the floor below her roused Misha from a medicated unconsciousness. She first felt the rumble, then the soreness of her body pressed limply against the floor. She lifted her head and brushed her hair out of her face with a drowsy but wary hand. Where am I? Back in my parents' truck? She rubbed her eyes, face formed into a grimace. As the stars blinked out of her eyes, she realized where a start that this scene was entirely unfamiliar. She sat up quickly.

Misha shot a suspicious glance at Ambrose out of the corner of her eye. "So, this isn't some creepy Rabin human trafficking thing?" she hissed, venom dripping from her voice. She lowered to head in an attempt to hide from whoever was driving the truck.

Benjamin, a man used to heavy-lifting but more skilled with a gun than anything he could do with his hands, was one half of the two whom had captured the shifters. His face was hardset and barely showed emotion but that did not mean his heart wasn't soaring right now. While his partner drove the truck, he let out a whoop of satisfaction in the driver's seat. "Can't believe we finally found 'em. What luck! Boss was right - chase down enough of those crazy rumours and you really do find shifters... I mean, it's better than the last lot of wackos we found at the stop before." He glanced over at his partner, hoping to have some shared excitement from her.

"Nothing warms my heart like the thought of a raise..." Benjamin chuckles with her. "...Except maybe the thought at what science-y stuff can be done with the two of 'em. Who knows? Boss told me once I got the genes to shift y'know!" He frowned at her worry, thinking of the two of them. He'd barely noticed their age, too caught up in the importance of the job and the excitement of at last finding what they'd been sent to capture. "Eh, if Boss didn't specify then he didn't care. I mean, it's all the same stuff right? Blood and DNA and all that. Age don't change your genes. At least, I think not."

Reacting in a split second to his accusation, Misha scrambled towards him, fingers taut to emulate claws. "What's that s'posed to mean, asshole?" She narrowed her eyes to icy slits. "Sure, I'm the bad guy!"

Benjamin shrugged uncertainly, casting his eyes to the road ahead. "I don't know about you, but if I was gonna take blood I'd stuff it up. I break enough darts when I put them into my tranq gun." He held up his hands for a second, examining their large and rugged appearance. "And those scientist blokes certainly can't get blood out in the field. They'd fall over themselves or get attacked by a bee." Truth be told, Benjamin didn't really know the scientists all that well but the ones he'd spoken to seemed to laugh at the way he spoke or generally be unkind. He'd repay the favour in full. "Eh, I like seeing Boss happy. If he don't like the sun, he don't like it. 'sides, at his age going outside won't do him any good. Last time I saw him y'know he spoke like this-" He put on a shaky old man voice, "-I'm so close! So close!" He switched back to his own voice. "See? Real excited like. I think he's fine."

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Ambrose opens his mouth to reply, but moans as they go over a bump. His head feels like it's splitting and he curls up into fetal position. "You Broms are evil." He squeezes his eyes shut. "I need ibuprofen or something." He whimpers. "Or for this fucking truck to stop so I can puke. I don't even know right now."

Benjamin laughs a little, glad that someone else shared his dislike of the scientists. "It'll be good to be rid of 'em when were done with all this. Ah, I'm looking forward to some personal time. Raise or not, Boss pays pretty well. Maybe I'll vacation by the beach. Hey, if I can shift maybe I'll be a bird! Free airfare for me!" He grins at the thought of it. "Don't you worry 'boot Boss, okay? He's got it under control. The bloke's had more stabs in the arm then a junkie after all those attempts. If he's still standing after all that, I reckon he's fine. Plus if he can run a business, he's gotta be doing well."

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She threw up her hands and collapsed against the tailgate. "Sorry! Can't help!" She put on a nasally voice. "Too busy being vile and nasty and evil." She stared at him with 2% pity, 98% salt. "I betcha wanna go home, now, huh? How do you think I feel?"