"Target Sighted. Orders?"
"Take him."
"But what about any witnesses?"
"Kill them. All of them."
"...... Target Level?"
"Three, use caution."

In moments the troops were moving out, they already had a distraction planted, a young lady who was slowly approaching the young man. She headed across the field and as she did her heel snapped and down she went slowly she got up knees scraped and she hobbled towards him.

"Um excuse me? C-Can you help me? You see.... There were... Some me-" She didn't get to finish before she and the young man were surrounded.

"Don't move a muscle or we'll kill you both. Come with us Sinclair, or we will fire. How about to save the lady the hassle of being murdered?" The front row knelt down sights trained on their target. The second row stood behind the first, again sights trained on him. However some had poisoned rounds, some had normal and others had ones with sedative darts.

"So kid, the choice is yours, you gonna play nice or do we gotta take a corpse back to HQ?" Now the waiting game began. What would this kid choose?

"Hey good news though, you're not the first, a little blonde was caught yesterday. Apparently she was easy to capture, so either way, if you make it hard it's just a little fun before we take you down." One of the soldiers spoke before he was silenced by a bullet in the back of the head by whomever was in charge. He said too much, and thus was dead weight to the operation. You don't tell a target about others that are captured in case they managed to get away.

"... Guess you guys got me."

"What a bore." One of the men spoke, they were expecting a fight of some sort.

"If a hair on her head was harmed, I swear to all of you that I'll rip you limb from limb." There was a moment of silence and then half of the men burst in to laughter.

"Of course you will. I'd like to see you try that kid. Though it seems you actually have a reason to come peacefully, apparently you know the blonde? Interesting since your cell is right next to hers." He motioned for a pair of boots and then he tossed them at the woman.

"Come, your job is done, boots so you can walk properly." Slowly the woman backed away as she caught the pair of boots and then she bolted for the ranks slipping through and kicking off the broken heels , then she hauled her boots on.

"Ready sir."

"Let's go, then." At least the kid was co-operating. A bag was tossed to him.

"Put that over your head first. Then put your hands behind your back. Trust isn't something we deal in." He spoke and as he did someone moved to handcuff the teens hands behind his back. If he co-operated then it would be fine, he wouldn't be put in any pain, if he didn't co-operate? Well he'd be shot with a tranquilizer just for good measure.

"Target acquired, your orders?"
"Bring him home."
"Roger that. LET'S MOVE!" Off they went moving the teen with them in a group till they reached the transport vehicle, practically tossing him in the back and slamming the door shut behind him, locking them with heavy duty locks just in case. Once he was caught, then came the journey to the facility.

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