"There's a reason I went undetected as long as I did, and it wasn't being a socially incompetent asshat like you."

"And yet, you are the one in a cage. Odd."

"We all have our ups and downs."

"Indeed."

She smiles, slightly, and seems at the edge of slouching, but doesn't say anything else.

Sean leaves her then, and heads into the staging grounds, waiting for each one to be brought out amidst the whining of helicopters. 

Carina is the most present of them, walking like she's the one in charge and this whole operation was her idea.

Sasuke is doing a fairly good impression of a moody teenager being dragged along on an adventure.

Emma is smirking slightly, her head held high.

Bambi is shaking, and flinching every time someone comes near her.

Sean calls the nearest soldier over. "Inform her that they have assembled."

He does so, and Raine arrives in due time - not so quickly as to imply she's rushing, but not so slowly as to imply she's intentionally leaving them to wait.

"All assembled, ma'am. The tracker has been armed."

"Good." Then, to the prisoners, "Do you understand your positions here?"

Bambi quivers, and says nothing.

"We're prisoners, doing some task, I assume you have a kill switch, disobey and either die or get thrown back in."

"Kill switch?" Bambi's voice is small and terrified.

"No reason to trust us. No reason to treat us as anything other than disposable. No real oversight. No humanitarian committees successfully breathing down their necks. Also Raine's an ass."

"Crass. You are as analytical as ever. The collars around your necks do contain a kill switch. Disobey, and die. Mess with it, and die. Remove it, and die."

Carina considers and then decides not to point out the obvious problems with this plan. Doesn't really matter.

Humans. So sure of their technology.

Sean leans close to Raine's ear. "The last one is arriving now."

"Roger that."

A car pulls up, and then men in full body armour step out. The back door opens, and a small girl is hauled out. 

"I'LL KILL YOU ALL, SEE THAT I DON'T!" A blue haired teenager screams, hands and feet bound in ropes, her teeth gnashing at her captors.

"Am I supposed to be the babysitter, here?" she says, realizing she's the oldest of the team (by appearance, at least).

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay. You're safe," Bambi says, immediately trying to soothe the newcomer.