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The chief watched as the two agents were manhandled by his guards into the shipping container that would finally see them off his hands. What a lot of money they had fetched in the auction! His bosses would be pleased. The only thing was that there was some distance to go before they were delivered to their new 'owners' so the chief needed to ensure some peace of mind.

As the doors were chained shut, he called to the flunkey, "Okay, knock 'em out!" The only way to guarantee the agents caused no trouble was to put them to sleep. The flunkey clambered onto the roof of the container where there was a ventilation unit. Working swiftly, he fastened up a large canister and started the flow of gas.

Inside, Bulldog and Boxer waited patiently, gathering their energy. Escape was just a matter of time. Until, that is, a great surge of floral-scented knockout gas swept through the container. Suffocating vapour filled their lungs, swamped their senses, sapped their strength. It was fast, too; in seconds their shipping container prison faded away and the two agents sprawled into deep unconsciousness.

The chief watched gleefully as the lorry drove away, its sleeping cargo in the back; what would he spend his bonus on?

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The chief watched as the two agents were manhandled by his guards into the shipping container that would finally see them off his hands. What a lot of money they had fetched in the auction! His bosses would be pleased. The only thing was that there was some distance to go before they were delivered to their new 'owners' so the chief needed to ensure some peace of mind.

As the doors were chained shut, he called to the flunkey, "Okay, knock 'em out!" The only way to guarantee the agents caused no trouble was to put them to sleep. The flunkey clambered onto the roof of the container where there was a ventilation unit. Working swiftly, he fastened up a large canister and started the flow of gas.

Inside, Bulldog and Boxer waited patiently, gathering their energy. Escape was just a matter of time. Until, that is, a great surge of floral-scented knockout gas swept through the container. Suffocating vapour filled their lungs, swamped their senses, sapped their strength. It was fast, too; in seconds their shipping container prison faded away and the two agents sprawled into deep unconsciousness.

The chief watched gleefully as the lorry drove away, its sleeping cargo in the back; what would he spend his bonus on?