Footsteps, running, boots against concrete flew up behind him, grasping their chance. It didn't take Tink a second. Bottle. rag. Chloroform.<br/><br/>He had it over the boys mouth and nose in seconds, hanging on for all his life was worth.<br/><br/>Tinks heart pounded in his chest as he wrestled the rag onto the boy, dark hair flicking out like a the mane of a bucking bronco. This was the best part of the job, the most exciting bit, but he wasn't allowed to damage him, no, Marco had given them solid rules against that.<br/><br/>"Princess!" a startled yell broke free, "Help me grab him!"