Author's Note: sorry about the slight mistake in last update's A/N. I got a little fritzy after a dinner at a fancy retaurant. Oh, and sorry for the late update:)
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Now all Milligan needed was luck. If luck obliged, he could sneak back to the lot, and slip through the trapdoor. He would need to go at night, that was for sure. And he would have to find an alternative to his gun. Maybe something with tranquilizers...
The moon was full when he returned a week later. He had left Kate with Rick, as they adored each other. At first he had doubts, but he seriously didn't think the Recruiters could just walk in and shoot Ricky. Someone would hear.
He jogged quietly around the perimeter, and spotted a sentry posted next to the trap door. He was a bespectacled Recruiter, and Milligan guessed he was new because of his slightly confused expression. He took this as a good sign, however. But if they were careless enough to leave a newbie at the entrance... Milligan shook that off. He had made sure this was not McCracken or Crawling's shift. Still, he would have to careful, and stealthy.
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Sharpe examined his briefcase, being careful as to not break it. Mr. Shades, or Blinds, or whatever it was had made sure to educate him on that point. He was interrupted, however, by a rustle to his right. He spun, and made the same mistake horror movie victims always do.
"Hello? Who's there?" He was answered with a swit! and he dropped to the floor.
Milligan strolled over to the Recruiter, and holstered his tranquilizer gun. He kneeled down next to him, and opened his suit pocket.
"Recruiter Number 7: ID tag Sharpe." Milligan peeked over the card and raised an eyebrow at the man lying on the ground before him.
"Number Seven, eh? Wonder how many of you there are." He shrugged, and pocketed the card. He had worn a suit in case he had to infiltrate anything. He now carefully pulled off the twin watches on Sharpe's wrists and slipped them on his own. And with that, he yanked open the trapdoor, and dropped inside.
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Rick obediently held Kate's hand as they strolled around the backyard. He nodded as she rambled on.
"Rick?" She asked. "Hmm, Katie?"
"Do you know what daddy's doing tonight?" Rick glanced at the child. He was often impressed by her vocabulary, but he was too swept away by the question to inquire any further into the subject.
"Well, Katie, I think he's off to rid tha world o' crime, and things like that. Don't he seem like the superhero type?"
Kate looked up at him, her blue eyes wide with wonder.
"Is he your hero, Rick?" Rick smiled. He kneeled down, and looked her straight in the eyes.
"Yup, Katie. He sure was."
A/N For some reason, i just think Milligan acts like a superhero. Maybe it's just me...