[@Burning Kitty]

"Three girls, identically looking, mind control. Remember your sonic 'nades people and we should clean this up pretty quickly." The leader and his crew of five sat in a blue van parked directly opposite the church. On the outside it looked like your local failing punk band's ride, but inside it was kitted out with state of the art surveillance equipment. Looking through a pair of thermal goggles he could see the Dixon sisters almost at the main door.	 	"5....", His men put in noise cancelling earpieces. 	 "4...." The team raised their rifles loaded with rubber bullets. The main doors began to open. 	"3....." A thought entered the leader's mind, [i]Briefing never told us who's funeral the targets were visiting[/i],	"2......" [i]Whoever it was I bet they're in a shitty mood[/i],		"1......" [i]I hope this is worth it[/i].   "GO! GO! GO!" The back of the van was flung open and six men armed with rifles jumped out. One of the assailants threw what looked like a smoke grenade, only instead of wispy smoke coming out, a loud high frequency scream emitted from the core.

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[@Gunther]

Two men and a driver this time. An extraction in a built up area requires subtlety and armed men storming the streets isn't a good way to go about doing it.
"Wait, dude!" "What is it?" "This is actually Jimmy Wu!" "Yeah, briefing told us that much." "No! I mean he's THE Jimmy Wu." "So what? Am I supposed to know who that is?" "Dude! Have you never watched UFC?. You MUST have heard of him, do you think he just came from a match? I thought the name was just a coincidence, I mean, Wu is a pretty common Asian na-." "Idiot."
The rest of the journey continued in a cold silence. It was awkward enough without a strange unconscious man sitting between the two of them.
One of the two grunts knocked on the sheet of glass separating them from the driver. "How far are we from drop-off." It was more of an order than a question. "20 minutes if traffic's good, sir.", was the reply.

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[@Deadlyrose9641]

Watching from the corner table, a lone man wearing wearing a denim trouser and jacket combo puffed on a chunky cigar. As Darla Winters left he stood up and followed a safe distance behind stubbing the smoke out on a table as he left.
The street outside was deserted but for the two strangers. "Where are yeeeeou off to little lady?" He said in a half-drunk growl. "Yer daddy owed me quite a sum of money he did." He paused for dramatic effect. "Bastard never paid me back. And now who do I just happen to meet but his very own next of kin. Don' cha' know that debts carry on beyond the grave, and I ain't afraid of no ghosts no I ain't. I seen that money you just won." He reached for the revolver hanging on his belt and messily detached it. The man was clearly drunk.

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[@Archmage MC]

"It's just like the old Saturday morning cartoons from when you were a kid." said a scientist. The "Toon Girl" Squad had been receiving sightings all morning of a monster appearing jumping out of black holes and terrorizing the populace.
"You see, the way it's mind works is it has to abide by the rules of cartoon physics. Or at least what rules of physics there are." One of the soldiers looked at him confusedly, "That still doesn't explain why we're up here on this rooftop."
"Think! In every cartoon what's the best way to lure someone into a trap? Candy!." "Th-that just raises more questions." "Just go along with it boy, the creature will take the bait."
The rooftop of a nearby two story clothes store had been requisitioned by the Defiance Project and was now home to a strange crane hanging out over the pavement below. On one end of industrial strength cable was a large counterweight and on the other, an ornate grand piano. Down on street level a trail of sweets had been laid down ending in a massive bowl. Extra care had been taken to spray paint arrows pointing towards it and the words "FREE CANDY"