3rd Person Pov
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He paused. "I want you to use a sedative. Tasteless, fast-acting, something that won't cause any discomfort. I want him asleep before he even knows anything is off. He'll think he just had a pleasant coffee, and then nothing."
Marcus nodded once, efficiently, a man who had dealt with stranger requests without complaint. "The team is already set. We've mapped out three possible routes based on which way he walks from the café."
"Excellent." Elias resumed his slow tapping against the chair arm. "No guns, no bruises, no unnecessary force. He is delicate, and he is mine, and I won't have him brought to me looking like anything went wrong. Treat him like you're escorting a dignitary. Gently and professionally."
Julian, the quieter of the two, cleared his throat, measuring his words. "And when he wakes?"
