"Don't let Campbell out of your sight, we are taking him alive."
The short figure standing in the back of the heavily modified delivery van spoke through a steel mask to the other 4 figures in the vehicle.
Each wore the same mask and was decked out in black coveralls, each carried a submachine gun with an attached silencer. They were parked on the road to the Camp, and it was nearly midnight.
"Let's go get him."
Both doors eased open and the leader stepped out into the night, only to find they were not alone.
"Evening."
A one-eyed old man with a hook for a hand stood beside the van, a cigarette burning in his free hand.
"What-!"
There came a clicking sound and something landed atop the van's roof.
"That's five pounds of C4, you boys may want to drop your guns."
The old man grunted, taking a puff from his cig, before continuing.
"I work for Campbell and you abducting him would seriously affect my business."
A moment passed in dead silence, then weapons started hitting the ground.
"Smart choice, now file from the van with your hands up."
This little abduction was over before it even started.
David watched from the shadows, his eyes scanning the figures as they stepped from the vehicle.
"We can't just let them leave."
He muttered to himself, snapping the shotgun in his hands closed with a click, Quartermaster glanced back.
"Lead them to the docks David, this won't take long."