Snippet #2344372

A thin, crescent moon hung above the Sherwood Facility, scarcely helping to illuminate the dark, mysterious forest that lay beyond. Deep in the night, five teens disappeared into the darkness hoping to escape-hoping to live.

They were not meant to run, the were not meant to leave. Another five sets out afoot after them, The Trackers, and are told to bring the five teens back alive. Now the hunt begins...who will prevail, the Trackers or the Runaways?
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"Five of them have escaped. You have been ordered to assemble the others and capture these Runaways. Alive. Over." Sebastian's radio repeated itself for the second time in a row. His boss' voice was ominous over the small speaker. He pulled it from his side, responding. "Yes, I'll alert the other Trackers. The kids couldn't have gotten far. Over." Sebastian switched channels, hoping the other trackers were tuning in. "Victoria, Grace, Brooke, Jake? The boss wants us to go after the Runaways. Get you're weapons and meet me outside the Facility. We're going hunting. Over."

Sebastian went through the never ending maze of halls of the Sherwood facility, ending in front of a small door at the end of a corridor. Cautiously he opened it and switched the light on to reveal a large room full of weapons. Rows of blades glinted almost painfully against the floresent lights. Bottles of poisons and electrical tips for arrows sat in disarray behind a large silver crossbow. Shelves stacked high with armor and gear looked almost ready to tip over. He ignored all of these, however, and instead made his way to the back of the room where a large wall completely covered by guns behind glass waited for him. He took a minute to browse, before selecting two small pistols and a shotgun. He put the smaller of the three guns in his inside-jacket pockets, leaving the Shotgun slung over his back.

...Capture the runaways. Alive...

The head of sherwood facility's voice sounded in his head again. "Bring them back alive? With guns? No problem. No one said, 'No wounding' " Sebastian thought jokingly. He decided to bring some tranquilizing-darts, and a taser, just in case. Once equipped, he returned to his radio, and spoke to the other Trackers. "I'm ready. Get outside, quickly. Over."

The hunt had just began.