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Mercury worked the warehouse keeping in attitude with the man he was impersonating as best he can. Maybe a little better with how hard he worked for the guys superiors. Just to let their guards down a little bit around him. Seeing as he was trying to get a look around see where the warehouse office was. Thankfully he got the location of the office quickly. Now he just needed to get inside, and get the juicy info that just had to be inside.

That would require a distraction. Thankfully he had that covered, but he should continue to look around. Try to see if he could find any of the kids. Because god knows if he only brought home trading info. When there were kids to be found here he’d never forgive himself. Especially once the shooting started. Because they’d become collateral damage. 

He looked around a bit more listening carefully for any cries coming from the numerous crates that littered the warehouse. That’s when he heard someone say, “[sup]*[/sup]<Hey! Antonio what are you doing? Your supposed to feed the kids this time.>” Mercury hit paydirt! He chuckled, and rubbed the back of his head. [color=0099AF][b]"[sup]*[/sup]<Sorry man, I got lost this place is like a maze.>"[/b][/color] The gangster laughed, and agreed with Mercury. 

“[sup]*[/sup]<Come on then follow me, and be careful not to trip. God knows poor Juan’s wife is still grieving.>” Then the man lead Mercury over to the kids, but something seemed wrong. Ungodly wrong with the way things were set up. The stood on a walkway over a crate with an open top. There was a sack of raw meat on a crate on the walkway close to the crate. Inside this crate we’re kids, but they didn’t look right they seemed to be looking straight up hissing like alligators looking at their next meal. There was old dried blood on the bottom of the crate. 

What in the hell was this?! He immediately reached into his pocket, and pressed a button alerting the local police to begin the operation. He then turned into a massive raven, and knocked the man back, and flew towards the office to grab the info. Because it’d tell them just what the hell was going on with these kids.

The warehouse doors were smashed through by a tactical truck. Brazilian special operatives poured out like angry ants out of an anthill. They opened fire on the gangsters. The fight was heard from blocks away. 

Mercury found the info he needed, and some strange fluid that reacted to his presence.

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