ATTENTION, COMMANDO ELITE! FALL IN!
This is your platoon leader Major Chip Hazard speaking. I will have order in this sub-forum, you will obey direct orders, or you can go ahead and take a stroll of shame down washout lane if you think you ain't good enough for the Corps!
DO... YOU... GET... ME? [puffs on cigar with an angry wince]
[You: SIR, YES, SIR!]
Good, because soldiers we have recently located the approximate coordinates of a major asset who knows the whereabouts of the hideouts of the Gorgonites. We shall hunt the Gorgonite scum down one by one if necessary, to eradicate them with precision and neutralize them without mercy, taking no prisoners. However, this agent of theirs can lead us directly to their hive. He goes by many aliases, such as his dudeness, and hides his identity behind a Silvio Berlusconi mask, but is known primarily by his agent codename "Flinn". Our finest coders in intelligence have deciphered and cracked his code F.L.I.N.N. (Fugitive Lying Italian of Noncombatant Navigators). This dangerous fugitive must be apprehended and brought to justice at the hands of the Commando Elite. We will track him down day and night, he will know no rest until he is detained and forced to divulge the location of the Gorgonites.
The F.L.I.N.N. was last seen in the vicinity of the TWC Discord, causing a disturbance with wild hand gestures, and thanks to intel ops a photo of his last appearance shall be distributed to each of you. Study it well. This is the enemy! I want him taken alive, men, but you don't have to apprehend him gingerly.
* Turkafinwë! You will lead the team of snipers to flank and flush F.L.I.N.N. out of his nest.
* AKAR! You will lure F.L.I.N.N out of hiding with a pineapple pizza placed in plain view by your side that he will undoubtedly confront you over and chide you for it, for having no class or taste. Disregard his "Mamma Mia" devilry and keep him distracted while we execute the operation.
* Septentrionalis! Using bear traps and fishing nets, you will detain the moving target as he attempts to flee in the opposite direction of live sniper fire aimed near his position. He will resist in desperation, as all lackeys of the Gorgonites do, but you will squash his resistance with an iron fist and resolve of the COMMANDO ELITE!
* Sir Adrian! Son I place a great deal of trust in you, you are to take the detained prisoner back to headquarters by leading the convoy, preparing for any ambushes along the way by his Gorgonite allies coming to his defense.
* Morticia Iunia Bruti! You will administer the proper sedatives to the prisoner and injection of the truth serum upon his arrival to HQ, so that he may be called a Fugitive Loose-lipped Italian Noncombatant Navigator instead of a lying one! We need proper intel, not garbled misinformation implanted in his mind by the wretched Gorgonites.
DO... YOU... GET... ME?
[You: SIR, YES, SIR!]
GROUP DISMISSED!