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"B... But... w... what do you want from me?" stammered Simon Robinson, backing away from the group in front of him, staring him down.

"Quite simple, really! The players have talked about it and they'd like you to turn yourself in. Otherwise, we'll have to give the information to the police." The young man with wavy blond hair and piercing grey eyes in front of him turned for a moment to smile back at the others.

"Players? What? Is that what your group of..." He struggled for a moment, trying to find the word. "Industrial spies!... is that what you... call..."

Forgetting his fear for a moment, a triumphant look spread across his face - they had broken the law to get this information, surely the police wouldn't accept it!

"Please, monsieur, ignore heem, he is a little cray-zee!" began one of the others, before being cut off by a hand gesture from a young woman in a strikingly coloured outfit with a large and impressive yellow giant standing behind her.

"It doesn't matter," she said, turning back to Simon. "We don't call ourselves anything. We just believe that justice should be served, that people who have done what you have should be turned in. And..." She looked around at her comrades, lost for words.

A pretty brunette with massive glasses and a lab coat spoke up, looking very timid indeed. "We... Ummm... We decided to give you the chance to do the... Umm... honourable thing!" Then she retreated back behind a mobile phone, typing furiously.

Simon just looked at the five people in front of him. The young man with wavy hair, the French guy, the two young women, and the grumpy-looking guy at the back in the hoodie who hadn't spoken. His expression fell again.

"And if I don't?"

The French guy smiled and cracked his knuckles. "Then we have some fun!"