[attr="class","cian"]"not really. but it doesn't really matter, does it?"

they don't have a choice regardless.

with a heavy sigh, he takes the file, flips it open, then skims.

"wonder why dad couldn't get us out of this."

if he even tried.

[attr="class","noodles"]caden maher

[attr="class","caden"] the only thing that makes it better is that CIAN MAHER seems just as annoyed as him — maybe even moreso.

[break][break] caden takes comfort in that, dragging his gaze over to his twins as he reads the file.

[break][break] "it was dad's idea."

[break][break] as if cian didn't know.

[attr="class","noodles"] CIAN MAHER

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[attr="class","cian"]"well it's a stupid one."

but it's not like either of them would ever bring it up. they know their place; or at least cian does.

the file is closed not long after, then extended back.

it's a simple job: all they have to do is stop the cargo and steal its contents.

simple.

"how do you wanna hit them?"

[attr="class","noodles"]caden maher

[attr="class","caden"] a huff of a laugh drags out from caden maher at his brother's clear contempt for their father. not that caden particularly shares that mindset, but he's never stopped cian from expressing his feelings.

[break][break] it would've been impossible, anyway.

[break][break] "hard and fast?"

[break][break] a smirk.

[break][break] "your specialty."

[attr="class","noodles"] CIAN MAHER

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[attr="class","cian"]"hard and fast it is."

if only Martín del Mar shared the same feelings during fieldwork.

with a sigh, he watches the truck turn the corner, slowly approaching as it makes its way down the road.

"you take care of the driver. i don't wanna hurt them."

a pokeball pops open, and from it comes a SANDSTORM that whips up all around them, hindering vision. he pulls his face mask up, finding comfort in the thick of the SANDSTORM before a precise STONE EDGE slams into the front of the truck, stopping it dead in its tracks.

[attr="class","noodles"]caden maher

[attr="class","caden"] "i don't want to hurt them."

[break][break] his eyes glance towards his twin, a smirk sliding onto his face. "soft as ever, i see."

[break][break] not of course, that caden was any better. he didn't have a preference for hurting people, at least not in the way that rocket so often seemed to want. in fact, both brothers had gotten so far in rocket without killing.

[break][break] some would call it a miracle. caden would call it strategic planning.

[break][break] as CIAN MAHER takes care of the distraction, caden also pulls his mask up. the truck stops dead in it's tracks and caden runs up to the driver's side. the smog clouds around him and he knocks on the window shield, waiting for the driver to roll it down. sure enough, a face appears, coughing. "what the fuck—"

[break][break] "night night!" caden waves with a positively poisonous grin, just as his musharna launches beams of HYPNOSIS into the crack. it's seconds later that the man slumps against the wheel.

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[attr="class","noodles"] CIAN MAHER

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