Pfft. A dart sinks into his shoulder. It's dangerous to double-dose someone with tranq -or dose someone with a concussion like the other one, for that matter- but they're too smart to leave awake.
It's weird, though; the male, uh, the red one, went down so fast. They'd switched to slow-acting light tranquilizers after the initial dose, just to make sure they didn't kill their prey. Maybe because of the concussion.
The men don't even wait for Leo to completely pass out before they grab him and haul him back into the trailer to stuff him back into his cage. They lock up his ankle, leave someone with a gun to watch over him as they vanish beyond the edge of the ramp.
"Can't believe these things fucking talk," the guard mutters, glancing over his shoulder when something thuds outside. He turns his attention back to Leo, keeping his gun ready but not level, until he hears screaming coming from outside. He rushes to the end of the trailer and peers out, then stands poised at the top of the ramp, like he can't decide whether to leave or stay. "Shit! Motherfucking- God damn it, shoot it! Shoot the fucking thing! She'll pay us just as much for one!"
The screaming and commotion continues outside- The man waves his gun at something beyond the trailer's view, then points it at Leo, then returns to the doors- Someone outside is shouting, "fucking shit- shit!" and there's sounds like a scuffle-
Then quiet.
A bird calls off in the distance.
There's a rattle and Raphael's cage comes into view, rolled up the ramp by two men white-faced and grim. "Why didn't you shoot it?" hisses Leonardo's guard.
"Look, it wasn't gonna let him go. If we dosed it again it'd die, and we'd only get half the money." One man continues to roll Raphael's cage until it's next to Leonardo's. He's unconscious inside, much more bruised than he was a moment ago. "And now we got less people to split the share with."
"That's fucked up. That was Norm, you knew him."
"I knew he was a bully and a drunk, and he wouldn't have gotten grabbed if he wasn't such a moron. He's dead. Fuck switching trucks, we'll just change the plates. C'mon." The man claps the guard on the shoulder, and the three of them leave the trailer, roll up the ramp and lock the doors behind them.
A moment later, the engine rumbles to life and they're on the way again. It's a long drive ahead.
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Pfft. A dart sinks into his shoulder. It's dangerous to double-dose someone with tranq -or dose someone with a concussion like the other one, for that matter- but they're too smart to leave awake.
It's weird, though; the male, uh, the red one, went down so fast. They'd switched to slow-acting light tranquilizers after the initial dose, just to make sure they didn't kill their prey. Maybe because of the concussion.
The men don't even wait for Leo to completely pass out before they grab him and haul him back into the trailer to stuff him back into his cage. They lock up his ankle, leave someone with a gun to watch over him as they vanish beyond the edge of the ramp.
"Can't believe these things fucking talk," the guard mutters, glancing over his shoulder when something thuds outside. He turns his attention back to Leo, keeping his gun ready but not level, until he hears screaming coming from outside. He rushes to the end of the trailer and peers out, then stands poised at the top of the ramp, like he can't decide whether to leave or stay. "Shit! Motherfucking- God damn it, shoot it! Shoot the fucking thing! She'll pay us just as much for one!"
The screaming and commotion continues outside- The man waves his gun at something beyond the trailer's view, then points it at Leo, then returns to the doors- Someone outside is shouting, "fucking shit- shit!" and there's sounds like a scuffle-
Then quiet.
A bird calls off in the distance.
There's a rattle and Raphael's cage comes into view, rolled up the ramp by two men white-faced and grim. "Why didn't you shoot it?" hisses Leonardo's guard.
"Look, it wasn't gonna let him go. If we dosed it again it'd die, and we'd only get half the money." One man continues to roll Raphael's cage until it's next to Leonardo's. He's unconscious inside, much more bruised than he was a moment ago. "And now we got less people to split the share with."
"That's fucked up. That was Norm, you knew him."
"I knew he was a bully and a drunk, and he wouldn't have gotten grabbed if he wasn't such a moron. He's dead. Fuck switching trucks, we'll just change the plates. C'mon." The man claps the guard on the shoulder, and the three of them leave the trailer, roll up the ramp and lock the doors behind them.
A moment later, the engine rumbles to life and they're on the way again. It's a long drive ahead.