"G-Got it." Alan said, nodding, turning his body to the front of the cell to watch for guards.  Eventually, through, Alan realized something. They weren't going starves [i/]to death[/i]. His captors probably didn't care any more than that.<br/><br/>Eventually, he was free, and he couldn't help but smile, sitting back against the wall, so it looked like he was still bound.<br/><br/>And he waited.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>"COME OUT ALREADY." Jane yelled, reloading her gun. "You said to come fight you, so here we are!"  She continued, taking aim and looking around. Taking the kid was one thing, but taking him from right under her? That<span style="font-style: italic">pissed her off</span>.<br/><br/>She wanted to save the kid most of all, of course. But she fully admitted it was a matter of pride. They made her look like an idiot, and if they weren't going to give up the kid, they were going to PAY.<br/><br/>"I hunt bandits as a JOB, you people think you scare me? Please, you're<span style="font-style: italic">nothing</span>." She spat.