One, two, three, four, open the door. Step high duck low, and for god's sake, control your twitching men! Keep your coats pristine and if it's meant to be sharp, keep it that way. The three of them marched in a pack down the hallway where all the prisoners were kept.

Larxene had given them strict, strict orders, and she was in a fouler mood than usual. She usually didn't actually throw her kunai at them, and that meant they had to march quick! Curse them for being more powerful, curse them all. And she didn't look happy at all.

Instead of opening the door containing the black-haired girl that reeked of a familiar scent, they morphed into her cell and grabbed her. As quickly as they came, they morphed out with her.

See, the dusks could be efficient when they wanted to be!