It was only a few hours later before all the darts returned to the compound, Hawk glad when each arrived. T had been first, after ditching the Red Cherry Turbo in another garage and coming back in an unassuming four door. He had stashed the still unconscious Revel in the trunk, pulling a black hood over his head and tying his arms and feet. T had dosed him with a narcotic that should keep him under for several hours, but why even risk the highly unlikely?

Sprite took public transport home, riding the underground and leaving her equipment on lockdown.