[Dark Elite_H2]

"Understood!" Sly whipped out his rifle when he heard Cheddar's words.
The rattling of rusted chains were close enough for them.
Albert gave a quick thumbs-up to his squad.
Slogann kept a keen eye through the massed-up trees. He nodded back to Sly.
The trap was set. Now all they needed was a miracle that this would work.
Slogann scrambled back behind the dripping trees where everyone stood hunched down.
Leaves rustled violently, and hollars of angry mob voices arose. Their distinct tortuous yells made Sly's stomach flatten.
"C'mon, fellers! That Sly character must be 'round 'ere somewhere!"
"And when we get our hands on 'im, we'll show him the true fury of us unemployed bastards!"
Slogann's ears flattened, as he slowly looked to Sly, as of everyone else.
Sly kept frozen, eyes as wide as dinner plates. He reached his arm up, and scratched the side of his green jaw. He felt the narrowed eyes of everyone staring at him in disbelief. He turned his tassled mouth to everyone, choking on what he was going to say.
"What?" he spoke.