"Hey, who's there?"
See, even though the plan was to simply have Hans infiltrate the group from the inside, they were going to go in loud, and Hans would've already weakened them. This was a lot simpler than the likes of the last plan.
"Look what we got here!"
A man with tattered cloth for rags was holding the two at axe point.
"Well, this is new."
"Thanks for pointing that out, John."
Whatever was in the midday air was confusing everyone involved. The more Burino thought of it he came to the conclusion that it was probably some ionized air he breathed in.
"Hank, come and look at this!"
Hans, who was sitting on the boat, walked forward. John wanted to speak up but before he could do so, Burino stomped his heel into his left midfoot. When Hans looked down at the young mastermind and the enforcer, he had a chill run down his spine and that set him straight.
"Ja! I mean yeah. That's interesting stuff right there."
"What do you think we should do with these two?"
"Let me think…"
Without a doubt, Hans was dumbstruck and being dumbstruck was a bad thing for doctors. Burino was trying his best to communicate with the doctor via facial expression. John had already put on a bandage and was prepared to remove half this man's head if push came to shove.
"Hurry up!"
Like he wasn't thinking, (partially because he wasn't,) Hans blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Blood!"
Burino slapped his forehead from the sheer idiocy of the statement before putting down his hands and turning to John in a calm and collected form.
"Just do it already."
Like clockwork, there was now a man missing from the boat. Every was atom sent elsewhere.