Back outside, the crew started to look faster and more efficiently. Complete nighttime was only 15 minutes away, and they had to hurry. Mark at this point was just waking up in the Dark Pit and about to endure unbelievable pain. Molly peered her head around the next street. There were trucks and a shady van parked at one house. It was the only house that potentially had occupants out of the entire street.
"Guys, this looks very suspicious," pointed out Molly.
"It does," replied Mandy, "let's check it out."
They carefully look around all the houses on the opposite side of the street. There is no signs of life anywhere, except for some faint chatter heard by guards in the one occupied house. Molly, being the smallest of the group, snuck to the side where she overheard the guards talking.
"I can't believe how easy it was to capture him," chuckled a burly guard.
"Yeah, he did give Machete a black eye though," pointed out another.
"I hope Blade gives him hell. No one punches out Machete and lives to tell the tale."
Molly heard all she needed to and quietly ran to the group.
"They have Mark," she panted.
"We need to go and save him now," said Wade.
"Wait. If we go now, Mark would surely be killed. We have to go when they least expect it," said Bob.
"True. Let's wait then," huffed Wade.