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Techno

   Techno watched from the crowd, crossing his arms. He preferred Wilbur to do this instead but here he was.

His eyes pinned down a young blond, curiosity peaking. The blue eyes were slightly dulled and he looked exhausted but happened to keep his attitude to the highest of obnoxiousness.

Techno arched a brow as the blond stood and looked around for what was going on. He seemed to get the memo and arched his back, immediately starting on his lock.

"Who entered this guy?" Someone in front of Techno asked, looking pissed, "Is this a joke?"

"A pretty funny one. I hope Sap wins." Another replied, chuckling.

Techno nodded slowly, taking their input into thought. Someone had to let the kid in, there's no way he just walked in. This was the man who was in charge idea. He would have to find out who it was.

The buzzer went off and the two men gave each other an unsteady glance.

Techno chuckled, seeing the kid holding the toy gun. The teen smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Well that was entertaining." Someone deadpanned.

Techno crossed his arms, leaning back on his heels as he watched the kid and Sapnap duke it out. They were neck and neck and Purpled wasn't close at all.

Sapnap pulled through and got his gun first, then the kid seconds after, and Purpled still struggling.

Sapnap and the kid both exchanged nasty glares. At that, Techno rolled his eyes.

"I swear if this new kid beats Sapnap's streak." One of the two men said in front of Techno.

"What a catastrophe." The other replied, waving his hands about.

"You're supposed to care." The brunette bickered, sending a glare at the man next to him.

Techno sighed, drowning their voices out and concentrating on the boy. He seemed to be trying to make small talk with Sapnap. Smart.

Sapnap growled aggressively, restarting his dial.

The kid zipped his lips and turned to his door, quickly easing through the locks and opening the door with a few seconds to spare.

Techno locked eyes with the kid as he did his round, bowing. They both stared until Techno ducked out of the way, hurrying towards the door. That was the target.

He pulled out his phone as soon as he was out the door, calling Phil.

"What's up mate?"

"I believe we've found our safe expert."

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Techno nodded, pointing to the blond walking on the sidewalk, "He's the one from last night." He announced.

"Really? I thought he'd be an adult? He's just a child." Wilbur commented bitterly, "What if he doesn't cooperate?"

"Oh he will." Techno lowered his already deep voice, "Phil, now's the time."

Phil nodded curtly, slipping out of the truck and speed walking to catch up. Wilbur trailed close behind with the truck, driving slow.

Techno watched as Phil sparked the conversation, the kid replying and then Phil wrapping his arm around the kid.

The blond seemed to struggle but Wilbur sped up, stopping next to the two. Phil opened the door and shoved the blond in. Techno grabbed the kid's hair and put a cloth over his mouth.

The kid was struggling, throwing his fists and legs about but Techno stayed firm.

After a few minutes the kid was out, unmoving except for the light rise and fall of his chest.

"Well that was surprisingly easy." Wilbur said, breaking the silence and driving forward, eyes on the road.

"Mate, he got you in the arm-" Phil added, lightly touching a bloody scratch mark from the blond's struggle.

Techno grunted, "It's fine. Nothing like a gun shot wound."

Phil nodded, "So is he ok?"

"Of course he's fine Phil. It's not like we killed him." Wilbur butted in, chuckling.

"Be nice. When he wakes up he will have-" Techno paused, seeing a shudder race through the smaller, "He will have intense shivering and he'll have a headache."

"So he's not having a seizure?" Wilbur asked, eyes going up the rearview mirror to see the three in the back.

"I doubt he will." Phil answered, two fingers going up to the child's neck to see if he was still alive.

Techno leaned back, breathing a sigh. His eyes went the window, looking at the buildings until slowly the buildings began to scatter and become more far apart until the four were out in the countryside.

Wilbur pulled into a driveway of an old ranch house. He parked the truck in the garage and got out, going inside.

Techno grabbed the kid and draped the blond over his shoulder while Phil put the cloth and chloroform in the middle console.

Techno set the blond in a chair, tying him up with ribbon. He knew the regular twine rope would hurt his wrists and maybe even make them bleed. The blond's head lolled back and the smaller let out a small whimper, frowning in his sleep.

Techno shook his head and left the blond to be tied up in the middle of the basement floor.