The man grinned a bit, â€œYouâ€™re right, my apologies. My name is Ryan, dear Eric, and itâ€™s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.â€ He straightened himself a bit when he noticed Benito strike him across the head. â€œBenito.â€ He said in a harsh tone. â€œWhat have I told you about acting without permission? If I wanted you to harm him I would have said so.â€ Ryanâ€™s tone turned unnervingly grim suddenly. â€œOr have you forgotten your place and need reminding again?â€<br/><br/>To make himself clear, Ryan cracked his knuckles and glared at the men. He loved how well they listened when he snarled and yelled at them.<br/><br/>His attention was turned suddenly towards a sound upstairs that did not sound like it was very friendly. There were voices, and he could have sworn one was a womanâ€™s voice; Ryan narrowed his eyes and sighed to himself before looking at his men again. â€œWhy the hell are you standing around? Get your asses up there and find out what that was before I rip your cocks off and shove them down your throats.â€ The thought of this little meeting being disturbed was annoying him greatly, and not only that but the man he was supposed to meet was not here yet. What was his name? Thomas or something like that, he told himself, wondering why the thought entered his mind suddenly.<br/><br/>â€œWhere the hell is Thomas..?â€ Ryan had a bad habit of thinking out loud, speaking a bit under his breath of course. Turning his attention back to Eric after he recovered from being hit like that he spoke again. â€œSo tell me, Eric, what brings you to Blandar?â€ He began to circle him again, tapping his index finger on the butt of his gun, resting in its holster at his side. â€œSurely Earth is a lot more pleasant than here. But then again Iâ€™ve never really been to Earth. Whatâ€™s it like?â€<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Kat really had to play her cards right. The men didnâ€™t even seem moved by her threats at all and all they did was smile at her and laugh. Underestimating a woman like her was going to be their biggest mistake; she would sure as hell make sure of that. Men always underestimated women and she never quite understood why. Sure she was not physically as strong as they were but that didnâ€™t matter when it came to wits. Kat sure had plenty of that to go around. It was something she learned in her classes: size does not matter as long as you can outsmart your opponent. Working with the fleet has made her a tiny bit rusty since she doesnâ€™t practice as much as she use to, but this would be good exercise for her nonetheless.<br/><br/>She made the first move, quickly drawing her knife from its hiding spot in her boot and slicing the first manâ€™s throat. This was a close range fight, perfect for a shotgun, but she was careful enough to avoid having her head blown off.<br/><br/>The fight lasted a few minutes before she found herself against a wall, staring down the barrel of a shotgun, a hideous man snarling at her form the other end. Kat glared at the man as he played around with the trigger a little too much as if he was mocking her. â€œDie, cunt,â€ he spat. Kat couldnâ€™t help but laugh at the insult; it was possibly the most degrading thing a man could say to a woman, and yet they all uttered the word some time in their life. At least she knew what she was dealing with now and she had to admit she was not as impressed as she had been. With language like that, she was sure that they meant no harm if the shotgun in her face didnâ€™t say otherwise. And then he said something that changed her mind:  â€œWhat the fuck are you laughing at!?â€ Maybe he was harmless after all.<br/><br/>â€œThis was too easy, I was expecting a challenge from a bunch of big strong men. I guess those muscles were for show after all.â€ Kat said with a sigh, grabbing the barrel of the gun and yanking it from his grasp, in response the man yelped in surprise. Pinning the man against the wall, she took her knife and placed it near his groin, close enough to where she knew he was very uncomfortable and smiled. â€œSome of your goon friends stormed into a diner and decided to take my friend in for questioning. Youâ€™re going to tell me where he is.â€<br/><br/>The man refused to talk and she brought her knife closer to him. Behind her, footsteps caught her attention, Kat looked over he shoulder behind her only to find herself gazing at familiar faces.