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    1. Fionraella 9 yrs ago

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"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."


The woman nods slowly. "I don't understand all this science-y stuff. I mean what does he have to do? Just take blood? Couldn't he have sent someone to do that here, so we wouldn't have had to kidnap them?" She shivers a bit as she always did, thinking of the consequences if they were to be caught by the authorities. Especially with two kids in the trunk. "I really wonder how much Boss thinks these things through. He always seems super excited at each new breakthrough, but haven't you noticed how he's never left the compound? Not once since I can remember..."
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.


His partner nods, grinning slightly. "Definitely, and finding two! Both a boy and a girl, what luck!" She giggles. "Maybe we'll actually get a raise this time." She laughs, turning onto a new road. "You don't think these two are too young? Boss didn't say what age to aim for, but I can't imagine using kids like he wants.." She frowns slightly, thinking to herself.
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.


"We don't kidnap. And no one in the group owns a truck." Ambrose whispers, slowly rolling onto his side to look at her. He glances upwards, able to see a violet sky overhead. "How long have we been driving?" He asks. "We were...outside the Rabin camp and.." His eyes narrow. "You!" He glares at her. "This is your fault!"
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.


Ambrose moans softly. He rolls onto his side, still unconscious. He had a gash on his head from where the man had roughly thrown him into the truck. He stirs a bit. "Ow, what happened?" He whispers, sitting up a bit then groaning as the world crashes around him. He lays back down, setting a hand on his head, feeling blood. "Did someone hit me?" He asks, confused.
The woman runs over and then quickly grabs Misha off the ground. "Girl must have been calling out to someone."
The man nods and goes over to Ambrose. He scoffs as he picks the boy up. "Probably. We should be getting back." He picks up Misha's fallen dart, to avoid any evidence being left behind. He tosses Ambrose over his shoulder before heading back out of the forest to their van.
The woman follows, carefully stepping over leaves. She grins. "These kids must be what we want! No way would they be out here in this forest otherwise!"
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.


Ambrose winces as the tranquilizer hits his arm. He looks at it with wide eyes, not quite processing what happened until Misha shrieked. He groans and falls to the ground, shaking slightly. "Misha." He hisses at her, his vision growing cloudy.

The man curses at the shriek and quickly shoots another dart at her.
The woman follows suit, darting Ambrose with a second dart as well. "We have to grab them now." She runs forward before the man can argue.

Ambrose gasps at the second dart. He falls to the side, before his eyes flutter shut.
Misha began on a snide comment but stopped abruptly when she heard a noise in the woods behind them. She locked eyes with Ambrose and nudged him, eyes darting in the direction of the sound. Well, now that I'm unarmed! she thought bitterly, sinking an exasperated acceptance that - if she had to - she would be weakly smacking at whatever attackers loomed with her weak baby fists. Babies don't fight well.


Ambrose rolls his eyes a bit at her nudge. "C'mon, we should be heading back to camp." He grabs her arm, about ready to steer her back to camp. He then pauses, turning a bit. He frowns, peering into the undergrowth. "Misha..." He lowers his voice. "Something's out there." He mutters quietly. He grabs her and begins dragging her away from camp, determined not to let whatever it was, near his camp!

The woman smirks as she sees a young boy and girl heading towards them slightly. She raises the tranq gun and aims for the boy's arm.
"Not yet." The man whispers. "We can't miss or they'll bolt. I've got the girl, you got the boy?"
The woman nods. "Yeah. Tell me when." She breathes, closing one eye.
The man aims at Misha's arm. "Now!"
Both of their guns fire quietly.
"Are we almost there?" A woman whispers, adjusting her backpack as they walk through the dense forest.
"We would be there by now if you shut up!" The man next to hisses, rolling his eyes. "Now hurry up, I see the smoke nearby."
The paid glance up at the sky, seeing the black tendrils of smoke rising through the trees.
The woman nods eagerly. "Grandma will be quite pleased. No one except someone trying to hide would live all the way out here! It must be them."
The man scoffs. "Or a fugitive trying to avoid being put in jail."
"So negative, as always." The woman sighs heavily.
The man grabs her arm, hearing voice up ahead. "Shut up, this time for real. Follow me, quietly."
The woman nods and lowers her backpack to the ground, slowly pulling her tranq gun out of a holster on her leg.
The man pulls one out as well. "Remember, it could take up to two darts to knock a fully grown man out. We don't need whoever it is, making loud noises. Aim for the arm, the tranquilzer will be pumped through their blood faster." He hisses, creeping forward slowly.
The woman follows.
The pair could see Ambrose and Misha through the trees. The man smirks, they weren't fugitives. But teenagers. They had to be what they had been searching for!
Okay, here's the plot as of 7/1/2016.
Ambrose and Misha are captured by some people who have lost their ability to shift, and want it back. They are about three state's distance away from the forest, and have been looking for shifters for years in order to run tests, etc on.
Since Misha is currently a prisoner, the idea is that Sacha and the other Rabins assume she kidnapped/took Ambrose as a reverse prisoner. So the Rabins go on a warpath, to find that Misha and Ambrose have left the forest completely.

If you have any questions, let me know if I can help clarify.

The idea is that the group who captured them is fairly large, but is unable to travel such a large distance except for small runs. They are taking Ambrose and Misha back to their home base, and plan to make another run in about a month to see if they were the only ones in the forest.

Hopefully, Sacha and the others can find them before then XD
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Misha takes off, edging into the woods with her nose upturned. She was wary of this Rabin boy, but she tried to play off just how on edge she was. Once she reached a decent distance out of camp, she shoved him aside. "Alright, lemme have a little peace." She slipped into the bushes and shuffled at the branches. If I'm going to get him, this is the time. Instead, she continued pretending to be innocent and emerged again, staring at him. "Did you expect me to turn on you yet?"


Ambrose snorts a bit at her rudeness. He shifts into human form, and sits against a tree when he was shoved off her. He picks at his fingernails. He then looks up as she walks out. He grins. "Yep, pretty much this entire journey." He comments, before getting to his feet. He stretches. "Shall we?" He bows slightly in the way of camp, smirking at her a bit.
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