A/N: Back to the partnered missions since I have all current applicants in the fic. Except for the twins. So, I changed my mind. I have enough recruits so I am not going to be taking anymore applications at this time. Rather, I'm going to exploit the talents of our current ones. Next up, Joel and Sage.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the bitchin' plot.

"This intel better be freakin' accurate," Joel grumbled into his communicator.

Ram snickered back at headquarters, monitoring the helicopter's position. "Silhouette is 100 positive the target is making the drop there," she said. "Sage, you should see a clearing to land in about a half-mile northwest of your current position."

"See it," Sage said, lowering the bird slowly.

"Good," Ram continued. "From there, you will ride the bike the remaining five miles to the destination. According to Sil's intel, the target drops the cocaine off in the tail feathers of the chocobo. We've been monitoring the bank transaction records. A sizeable transfer was made from the buyer to Neddam's account. He'll be making the drop tonight."

"Got it," Sage said, landing the copter and powering down the engines. "Ram, I'm putting the bird on the remote start feature. I'll contact you when we are headed back, that way you can get the engines started for us for a quick getaway."

"Sure thing, Baby," the blond said. "Be careful guys and happy haunting."

Neddam paid the admission fee for some random kids in exchange for them pretending to be with him. Once they got inside the corn maze, they ditched each other. Which was fine since he hated kids.

This plan was perfect. After payment had been delivered for his drugs, he would plant them in the chocobo shaped corn maze for the buyer to find later in the evening. He'd wait until after dark, when the place was good and crowded, then con some kids to pretending to be with him. Since it was now October and the Sinister Season was being celebrated, costumes were permitted and encouraged in the haunted corn maze. Today, Neddam was a pirate, complete with novelty treasure chest. Inside the treasure chest, was the cocaine.

He didn't need a map since he knew this maze like the back of his hand. A right there, a left here, take the second path and keep going to the tailfeathers. The only thing that he absolutely hated more than kids were the demented psycho clowns with chainsaws that would jump out at various intervals, trying to scare the shit out of him. They got tedius and it didn't help that Neddam had an insane fear of the painted entertainers.

Finding the drop place was a breeze and he situated the corn stalks to cover the treasure chest so that the kids wouldn't discover it. Wiping his hands on his pirate pants, he started back out of the maze. Seeing a flash light and black cloak coming toward him, he plastered on a fake smile for the spook.

"Evening, Sir," said the muffled voice behind the Shriek villain's mask. "You may want to take that path right there. We're having to sawdust some puke up ahead. I guess one of the younger kids got really scared and made a huge mess."

"Poor kid," Neddam said with a shake of the head. "Will I be able to get out this way?"

"Yeah, no worries," the muffled voice said. "There's a few more spooks that way, but you know, nothing too bad. Have a good evening, Sir."

"Hey, thanks," Neddam said, turning and trotting down the indicated path and laughing to himself over the misfortune of the sick kid. "Stupid little bastard."

He continued on, humming along to the eerie music in the background. Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck prickle, he turned, not surprised to see a spook emerging from the corn stalks to follow him. Chuckling to himself, Neddam waved and continued on the path, knowing the spook would stay with him until it got bored. He circled a corner, glancing behind him to see the spook right over his shoulder. He had on a rubber demon's mask and a black cloak, his eyes glowing eerily in the dark. Laughing nervously, he spoke. "That's a neat trick with the eyes, Man," he said. "Kinda freaky."

The spook just stared at him and moved in closer.

Despite himself, Neddam began to feel a little fearful. "So, which is the closest way outta here?" he asked, turning to the spook. He backed up as the spook drew closer. "I...uh...need to find my kids," he lied.

"Only one way outta here for you, Neddam," the spook said, revealing a double edged hatchet from within the folds of his cloak.

"That's...pretty realistic looking," he sputtered. He jerked. "How did you know my name?"

The demon's head cocked. "Turks generally know the names of their targets," it said as the hatchet was raised and lowered swiftly, embedding itself into Neddam's chest.

Neddam's pained screamed could be heard over the corn maze, sending chills down the spines of the already thrill heightened patrons. Those who found his body with the hatchet still buried in his chest thought is was the coolest display they had seen in years. Though the blood looked a little fake.

"Got the cocaine," Sage said, flipping the Shriek mask up over his head. Joel nodded and tossed the demon mask off and into one of the compartments of the bike, straddling it and revving the engines. Sage stopped. "Dude, I'm not riding the Bitch seat again."

"You pilot the copter, I drive the chopper, that's the deal," Joel told him. "Now, hop on, Bitch."

"Fuckin' jerk," Sage grumbled climbing on the seat behind him. Joel smirked and sped off towards the copter. Sage leaned back against the rest. "Ram...start the engines, Baby."

Mission Report: Target was hunted down and eliminated in the Haunted Corn Maze. Body is now a popular attraction; will remain so until the smell becomes too much for patrons to handle.

Turks Assigned: Sage and Joel

Status: Rookies

Specialites: See individual profiles

Target: Wes Neddam, Drug Dealer

Death by: Hatchet to the chest

Mission Successful

A/N: Can you tell I went to the corn maze tonight? I HATE those sadistic chainsaw weidling clowns! Review or I'll send in the clowns!