Three YIRAAS agents cautiously entered. In case of emergancy, they did have backup nearby, but they had been informed this should just be an easy pick up.
One of them snorted.
"There's the bastard," he said.
They looked down on the unconcious body of Blaksley.
"Let's get him on the stretcher."
"There's a death warrent on him. No one would object if we did him in."
"Dude, sometimes you can get really bloodthirsty, gee. Besides, he's more valuable alive."
"More valuable? After what he's been doing to our people?" he demanded as his comrads loaded Blaksley onto the stretcher.
"He's been doing it for years. Chances are he has some good information on him. Contacts for one thing. Good opportunity to bring a whole ton of them down once and for all. Kill him... and we have to hunt for the rest of them the hard way."
"We still have to hunt for them."
"I can't believe you even made the suggestion," cut in the third agent. "Seriously. Orders came from Leroy Brown. He even said 'preferably alive'. Now can your whining, and give us a hand."
Together the three got Blaksleys body into their van. They regrouped with the rest of their team, and the leader reported in to say that the mission was a success.