"This is Ground Team MB3 calling in.
Primary Mission accomplished.
Target acquired.
I repeat, target acquired."
Mitchen quickly lifted the unconscious Marlo and placed him over his shoulder caveman style.
Of course, he took out all his weapons and also handcuffed him before taking him away.
Mitchen personally wanted to deliver him to his cell on the ship.
Who knows if the target would get up and try to flee?
They were already exhausted as it is, so they didn't have time for any more hindrances.
"My Lord!!!"
Ratcliffe, who was busy fighting another soldier, anxiously tried to break away and rescue his master.
Mitchen turned around and smiled.
"Oh?
Pointy Ears.
I almost forgot that if he's here, then you too would be here as well.
Heh.
I haven't forgotten your last goodbye message.
But seeing as we have a very long time to get acquainted, I'll settle my scores with you later.
