naughty list

T’was the the night before Xmas, when all through the town,
Not a soul was stirring, save the snow floating down.
Those feeling Blue sit alone with a half-empty cup
To drown out their sorrow and keep spirits up

A busker with cold fingers trumpets their yule-tide tune
Unaware that Ol’ Nik planned for things to go BOOM
When beyond the pale, rose a tumultuous clatter
Outlaws sprang from their pubs to see what was the matter

The job is simple: stake out and find Ol’ Nik, and capture him (though, they don’t care much if there’s an ‘accident’ along the way). UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES do the six members of corporate management want to be bothered - this is all beneath them as far as they’re concerned. That’s your job.