"Done and done," the older nuke user replied, calling out his nuke as he charged in, firing blades at the bandits, and then combo-ing into a slash with a rapidly forming sword. "Kid, hang back. We'll take care of these guys, alright?" Swinging out a leg, he kicked a guy in the skull. Putting the barrel on a bandit, he was about to pull the trigger when he heard... Alan yelping?! "What the-?"<br/><a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgzsMrgSCsQ">(Wild ARMs 3 OST Blood, Tears and the Dried Up Wasteland)</a><br/>"That's enough out of both of you," a woman wearing a suit and tie said, the glasses she wore letting off a flash of light. She had Alan in a headlock, smirking. "That is, unless you don't care about what happens to the boy here."<br/>"Tch," Alex growled. How did she get past them? Unless... "These guys were a diversion."<br/>"Exactly. And if you want the boy returned to you alive, you'll have to defeat our boss in battle," she said. "And don't think the Syker boy here will be catching me by surprise with his powers, with my nuke I spotted him for what he was right away." Before they could do anything to get Alan away from her, she leapt onto a building, and ran off with Alan trapped under her arm.