~Road~
*The team makes their way to the refinery*
Maya: According to the article, there were over 2,000 horns in that stolen stockpile. They came from all over Africa. Some were confiscated, and others were removed from rhinos as part of a
"de-horning" program to save them from poachers. It's also that said Nabo Ranch was planning on burning them. "As a symbol". In front of the world press. They figured if they destroyed millions of dollars worth of horns instead of selling them, then they'd convince the world leaders how urgent the current problem is and finally get them to enforce the import ban on rhino horns.
David: Won't burning those horns increase the demand?
Jeremy: There are less than 3200 black rhinos left on the planet. After the supply is gone, the demand is irrelevant.
~Warehouse~
Meanwhile, as the poachers' work continued, Gregory snuck onto one of the ships.
Gregory: ... *Finds and grabs a small box* ... Hmm. *Opens it, revealing the sugar packets from before* "Nabo Sugar Refinery"? I thought it closed down. *Takes one and pockets it* Are they turning it into a front or something? *Puts the box back and leaves* Maybe, it's time to let Interpol know where the heck I- *Bumps into someone*
Guard: *Turns to him* Oy! Where'd you come from?
Gregory: ... I was... just... looking for directions.
Guard: To where?
Soldier: *Arrives* What's this about?
Guard: He just popped out of nowhere. He's not even African like us.
Soldier: *Examines Gregory* Who are you? Are you a spy?
Gregory: ... Y-Yes.
Soldier: Who do you work for?
Gregory: ... Uh... Arisu Sakayanagi.
Soldier: The Crimson Elite.
Gregory: She just sent me to... keep an eye on things. You know, make sure everything goes down copacetic. You know.
Guard: It sounds as if you're a valued employee of Miss Sakayanagi.
Gregory: Oh, you got that straight.
Soldier: Good. My boss and I have been wanting to send the Crimson Elite a message that best expresses my feelings towards them. *Turns to some other guards* Hang him.
Gregory: *?!* Hang?!
*The guards take away*
Gregory: Wait. Wait! WAIT! I thought you guys were on the same page!
Soldier: Not really. Those elitists don't even know what the heck they're doing.
~Entrance~
*The team arrives*
Victor: Is this it?
Steven: Yep. This is it. Nabo Sugar.
Jeremy: *Looks around* Hmm. *Heads to a different spot* Follow me.
*They all do so*
Frida: W-What are you doing?
Jeremy: I thought we'd go in around the back in case there is a connection to the Crimson Elite.
~Inside~
*The team enters to see a boat leaving*
Kara: We found the horns, but the boat's leaving.
*Shouting in the distance*
Jeremy: *He and the others turn to it* What's that?
SpongeBob: I don't know.
*They all skulk towards the commotion, only to see...*
Gregory: *Struggling*
Jeremy: That's Gregory!
Louise; Oh, no. They're gonna hang him! What do we do?!
SpongeBob: *Looks around* Uh... *Spots a truck* I've got one idea: I'll get to that big truck over there. On my signal, I'll drive straight at 'em, and you guys grab Gregory.
Everyone: Got it.
SpongeBob: *Heads to the truck*
*The guards tie a noose around Gregory's neck*
SpongeBob: *Starts the truck* Ready...
*The guards set Gregory up*
SpongeBob: Go! *Drives at them*
*The guards turn to see...*
SpongeBob: Here I come, suckers! *Chases the guards away*
Jeremy: *Runs to Greogry* Gregory!
Gregory: Who are you guys?!
Steven: We'll tell you soon! Get to the truck!
*They all run to the truck and jump into it, just as the guards shoot at them*
SpongeBob: Back to the ranch, we go! *Drives away*
Gregory: I don't know you guys, but boy, am I glad to see that I'm not alone! What are you doing here?
Victor: No, dude, we'll ask the questions. What are you doing here?
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MANIA: Stuck Behind The Enemy Line
FanfictionJeremy is sent to Africa by Interpol to find an AWOL officer and a defector, both of whom have been attempting to take down a notorious poacher. Along the way, they have a run-in with some new allies.
