Kat was finding it harder to make her way back to the hotel and he really had to rely on old knowledge to get her though this. She couldnâ€™t keep Eric off her mind as she worried about his safety. In the past she would have probably left any one of her previous partners at the mercy of the man but she always reminded herself that this was different. Hopefully she didnâ€™t screw up like she had for the last partner who put faith in herâ€¦ No that was years ago she told herself with a newfound confidence in herself, refusing to think about the past any longer. She would push forward until she reached the hotelâ€¦ if only she were not utterly lost. Nothing was appearing to be the same and it was starting to worry her; just how far out had that little passage taken her? From the looks of things she was still in the same city but it was a lot quieter.<br/><br/>Civilians were all hiding indoors from the goons from what appeared to be both Ryanâ€™s gang and the gang that jumped them. Was there about to be a gang war of some time? Her face turned a bit pale and she almost wanted to run back and warn Eric about this. Kat quickly refocused and continued to make her way around the city slowly though the fact she was running on a bit of a time limit was nerve-wracking. Normally a composed woman as displayed earlier, she was filled with worry, wondering if she would get there in time. She had to get her rifle. And once she got that rifle heads would roll and she would get Eric out of there, hopefully with the information they needed for their assignment.<br/><br/>She reached the hotel in about twenty minutes or so since she had been jogging and doing her best to avoid any contact with the goons, treating this almost like a spec ops mission in her own mind. It was silly but sometimes she created minor fantasies to keep herself focused on the task at hand and would never admit it to anyone ever.<br/><br/>When she saw a clearing, she went for it, moving as quietly as possible as she approached the hotel. That was when she noticed a group of people standing around the entrance. All color washed from Katâ€™s face when she recognized the uniform of the fleet to which the people belonged. â€œGendahl fleet? What the hell are they doing here?â€ She said under her breath. A few years back before she was transferred to Shalona, Kat had worked with Gendahl for a bit and had a bit of puppy love for one of the captains that had not ended well. And there he was, standing right with the people.<br/><br/>Suddenly she didnâ€™t feel too confident anymore.<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>There was something about the anger in Ericâ€™s voice that made Ryanâ€™s mood change somewhat as a smile crept on his lips very faintly. He listened intently to his words, taking in everything that was said, his foul mood slowly fading away with each word. He knew exactly what it was like to not want to be bossed around by idiots who thought they were better than you. It pissed him off whenever people tried to trample over him so one day he decided to bite back ten times harder. Worked wonders, too, his father had found out the hard way. That man was such an annoyance in the end and hardly someone he would even consider to be his father. The man was the epitome of cowardice and he absolutely hated him for it to this day.<br/><br/>Thenâ€¦ it was almost like a switch. He was once angry but now he was rather satisfied. There was something about Eric that he liked and he wanted that all to himself. That woman, he would make sure, had to be killed but he would have Eric to himself in the end. Then again maybe he should take his own advice. Eric was his enemy, technicallyâ€¦ or at least he was until he said that he wanted him to take him in. His face lit up for a moment.<br/><br/>Ryan moved over to the couch where Eric was sitting, taking a seat next to him but keeping his distance. Just in case something happened, he was going to keep his guard up. But it was the strangest thing, his men were not guarding him as they had been moments ago. â€œI know exactly what youâ€™re talking about, dear Eric,â€ he said, â€œitâ€™s so irritating when people tell you what to do. Thatâ€™s why you rise above them, standing yourself at the top of the totem where they canâ€™t touch you.â€ There was definitely something off in his tone, but he continued on, looking into Ericâ€™s eyes, â€œI will most certainly take you in, gorgeous. I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ll ask much of you in return, youâ€™re not like those incompetent buffoons I have standing outside.â€ He gave him a smile, awaiting his response.