@Sickinesis; Closed Starter
It was a beautiful afternoon, sun peaking through the trees. It would've been a nice day for a picnic, if Smoothie hadn't been stuck in the woods doing a job.
Blue Scaramucci, head of the mafia, had sent a handful of his men out hunting based on nothing but a rumor. A rumor that rivals had been researching and testing on a very important man. Rumors that they had lost him.
The group of mafia men stood out like sore thumbs, suspicious even in the best of circumstances. But Smoothie, in charge and armed only with a syringe full of tranquilizer, most definitely wasn't going to sneak around by himself. Even if he'd been tracking a target without special abilities, at 5'8" and middle aged he wasn't much of a fighter. He was the brains of the operation, given whatever supplies and men he needed to get the job done.
Smoothie was assigned the task of bringing the lost test subject in and finding out more than their rivals ever had. He needed to be brought in alive, no matter what. But first, they had to find him.
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