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"AND SO, MEUS AMIGOS, we reach the curtain call."
"Let us have it, Weekes," Seth called out as the group gathered in the mission room and took their seats around Dallon's hologram.
"This one hits pretty close to home, since the assailant is a former S.H.I.E.L.D agent," Dallon informed somewhat solemnly, producing a photograph of a man in a snake-themed costume, "His name is Frank Payne and we sent him undercover in Corporation back when they first originated. He was compromised, sadly, and turned into a Corporation bitch. He was given the codename 'Constrictor', and he has no mutant abilities other than incredible speed and stealth."
The men nodded appreciatively, thankful that their newest foe wouldn't be spitting fire or throwing ice blasts at them during combat.
"And of course this extraction is a cut above the rest. Technically, it isn't even a typical extraction. It's an abduction."
"Aren't... all of Corporation's extractions technically abductions?" Roman frowned.
Dallon looked at the Samoan in silence before sighing. "Reigns, just..." he made vague hand gestures, "okay?"
Roman smirked amusedly and folded his arms as he motioned for the techie to continue.
"As I was saying," Dallon huffed, "Constrictor has been sent to kidnap Jim Wilson, a friend of the Hulk. And you gentlemen are fortunate enough that your ambush will need to take place in the very city you're in."
"Explain," a cold voice commanded.
Dallon pulled up surveillance footage of Jim Wilson climbing into the passenger side of a truck. "Wilson is currently searching for Hulk, so another Corporation employee was sent undercover as a trucker to offer him a lift to New York City. They're en route as we speak and from the looks of it, once he's in the city, Constrictor will handle the rest."
"Alright, so we've got a little bit of time before we have to move out," Seth spoke, settling down into one of the uncomfortably modern chairs with a slight breath of relief.
"Don't get too comfortable, Rollins," Dallon warned, skewing his mouth, "My satellite systems are showing that the truck will be arriving in the city within the next thirty minutes or so. You better get to suiting up."
