On the prowl

[thatched]

Characters: Thatch, Namur, Ace, and Espio
Location: Beyond Balamb and anywhere they can sneak into
Rating: PG-13 for cursing and more
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Kidnap Chameleon, stick him in a car, drive him round the countryside and go to all the bars!



"Remember men," Thatch murmured into the walkie talkie, one of which he had procured from Grell, the other for Marco. He was sure they would understand, they were men on a mission-- a mission of debauchery. Anyway, petty borrowing was alright so long as it was returned.

"When you see Target: Pink, don't give him a chance to even blink. Just pick him up in passing and keep on going. If you can cast stop, do that, if not, do what you can. As of now..."

He looked around carefully before murmuring.

"Yellow Section, clear."

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[om_nom_namur]

Namur rolled his eyes at Thatch's voice in the walkie talkie. "Still think he's jus' goin' t' be a stick in the mud. This ain't really his thing."

Still, he shifted his head from side to side, tasting the air. "He ain't in Blue Section. Checkin' the dojo next."

[thatched]

"Sounds like your area of expertise, Matchstick. I don't think Teenage King will be up to it." Codenames were worth it just for that one alone. "I'll move into the Green Section, then." The grounds, in other words. He checked around for a few minutes, but there didn't seem to be signs of any kind except for a few squirrels and a dozing bird.

He was just about to leave when he spotted a flash of pink in the tree. Was that--? Yes it was. Thatch grinned.

"Target spotted." He murmured. "Convene at Blue Minuet. Make sure she's fired up and ready to go." He turned the walkie talkie off, stuffing it, and his hands, into his pockets before pacing up to Espio and peering up at him innocently.

"Good evening, Sweetheart. Have any thrilling plans for tonight?"