“Fine,” came the voice of the Dark Knight. “Ready in 10.” It wasn’t a question.

    “Copy that,” responded the Postman. Pulling out his satchel, he rechecked his arsenal. Parcel bombs, razor letters, stamp tracers, and a great many guns, all where he had packed them.

    “This had better be worth it,” he grumbled to himself as he closed his bag. He began to climb to a higher vantage point.

    The Dark Knight heard him over their comm-link. “This isn’t small-fry, Messenger. This is the big fish.”

    “We’ll see.” Messenger pulled a small pair of field binoculars from his pocket. “I don’t know how we can do this without being seen.”

    “I’ve scouted this out beforehand. They’ll provide their own distraction. Be patient,” came the Dark Knight’s reply. Messenger sighed and settled into his perch. He watched as his prey unpacked their supplies. He didn’t like how entrenched they were getting, but this was DK’s caper.

    “Keep an eye on 2 o’clock,” crackled the Knight’s voice in Messenger’s ear. “You’re going to get a show before the action.”

    “You’re in a good mood today,” responded the Postman.

    “I don’t do good moods,” said the Dark Knight gruffly.

    Messenger watched as the two men the Dark Knight had pointed out began to argue. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the larger one seemed to be unhappy about something. The smaller man seemed annoyed by the larger one, and that almost brought a smirk to Messenger’s face.

    “Commencing in 1. Begin radio silence,” commanded the Dark Knight. Messenger leaped up from his seat and snatched up his bag. Pulling a smoke bomb out, he hurled it behind the two men who had been arguing. They coughed and waved their arms to try and clear the smoke.

    Messenger ducked instinctively as a bolt of lightning struck near the ground, the thunder so loud he had to cover his ears. Then the hail began to rain down. And was that an army of rabbits coming out of the bushes?

    “Target acquired, pull back,” came DK’s voice in his ear. Messenger swung down from his perch in the tree and sprinted low to the ground back to the Knightmobile parked in a secluded area.

    “You went a little overboard there, didn’t you? Wasn’t the smoke bomb enough cover?” asked Messenger as he pulled the earpieces from his ears.

    “The rest of it wasn’t me,” responded the Knight. He pulled their target from his cloak.

    “Should we go help them?” Messenger had heard some weird things about Elder creatures, but he was sure even they didn’t enjoy getting struck by lightning.

    The Dark Knight didn’t hesistate in his answer. “They’ll be fine. Besides, we didn’t go to all this trouble for one of Hatman’s steaks just to let it get cold. I got a medium rare and a rare, which do you want?”

~Hat~