Niikura smiled and offered his teammate a hand. "Either or, 'm leavin' it to your professional judgment." He reached into the pocket of his uniform and held up one of the collars. "I'll trade these for your gun. You flush 'em out, I'll hit 'em with the darts as soon as I can, and then ya slap the collars on whoever I hit. Team effort, we'll be done in no time."

Yeah, sometimes, he really astounded himself with his genius.