Finding them wasn't hard. The thing about being a resistance is that you want to have your voice heard to spread your message. As soon as Hanabi entered the village she could hear them spouting nonsense in the town square. Hey, it made her job a whole lot easier. The nekomata approached her targets silently, wading through the crowd while keeping her eye fixated on the couple that everyone gathered around. The two of them were talking about the dethroning the oppressor or something. Hanabi wasn't paying attention to what exactly they were saying, she wasn't getting paid to listen.
Swiftly and effectively, Hanabi drew her sword and placed it on the woman's neck. Quickly both of them stopped talking and looked at Hanabi, waiting for her to make the next move.
"Alright, so here's deal. You stop talking, come with me, you live. You don't, you die. I'd like to not kill today, very messy, hard to explain." In her patented broken speak, Hanabi tried her best to convey what she wanted. "I won't tell twice." The couple nodded slowly as the crowd around them slowly started to disperse. Made sense that nobody was going to stop the sword wielding manic and stand up for some randoms they didn't know.
And with that, it was a simple trip back to a holding cell to transport them to their new jobs.