For some reason Ryan was a quite surprised that Eric took him up on his offer. Unsure of what to say at first, he simply smiled, then gestured towards upstairs where his room was. He wanted to make some witty remark in regards to going to his room but he just couldnâ€™t seem to find the humor. His heart was pounding in his chest, and was undoubtedly blushing a little as well. To tell the truth, he had been joking about it; it was too soon to get that close, to let someone in, especially someone in the military. He hadnâ€™t really expected to be taken seriously even if his own desires got in the way a little. Maybe part of him had even wanted Eric to just brush it off. That would have been easier, but no. Now that Eric had accepted the offer he might as well follow through.<br/><br/>Once they got to his room, Ryan looked at Eric, hand still on the door, â€œDonâ€™t expect anything amazing. I keep my room clean enough for me to be comfortable and thatâ€™s it. â€ The words had come out quicker than he had wanted. Nonetheless, he did his best to keep his composure even though he was starting to feel some excitement starting to build up. He was really going to have to watch himself. If he got too out of hand and let his emotions show more than he has already he knew it would be a disaster. Turning his attention back to the door, he took a deep breath trying to calm himself a little. When he finally mustered the courage to open it, he stood back and allowed Eric to enter first, â€œYou first, dear Eric. I insist.â€ He said with a mischievous grin and a wink.<br/><br/>------------------------<br/><br/>The sound of something going on downstairs should not have bothered Kat at all. She expected Eric and Ryan to still be down there, but she noticed as soon as they moved upstairs that the voices didnâ€™t match up, and now here she was lying awake right now. There was someone standing outside of her door. She could almost feel his presence, or rather their presence, guessing that there was one man on either side of the door, as well as one standing right in the doorway, anticipating whether or not they would try to come in here. As quietly as she could, she slipped her hand under her pillow and then clutched the hilt of her knife, her fingers wrapped tightly around it. When the door finally opened, she pretended she was asleep until the figure loomed over her. She was a little more alert then.<br/><br/>Kat braced herself as hands grabbed her arms. With lightning quick reflexes, she quickly turned, knife in hand, and cut a deep gash on the intruderâ€™s arm. The man let out a small cry of pain and growled, â€œFuckâ€¦ feisty little bitch, arenâ€™t you?â€ You have no idea, she thought to herself, biting back the temptation to respond. Seconds later the other two rushed into the room. She eyed them all down with a fierce gaze as soon as she was standing, noticing they bother had guns. The knife was in her grasp so tight, her hand was shaking. They smirked at her. Obviously they werenâ€™t taking her seriously, but didnâ€™t really care. Considering she was still half-asleep and their guns had advantage over her knife, she knew she probably didnâ€™t seem threatening; she was going to have to push a little to give them something to be afraid of.<br/><br/>The man that came at her originally decided to try again, but was quickly dodged. The only thing he gained from that attempt was another gash, this time on his torso. She wasnâ€™t playing around. Watching as the man fell back, she looked to the men who had guns. It was strange that they werenâ€™t aimed at her. Maybe the guns were more for intimidation purposes?<br/><br/>Whatever was going on, she was not going to give these men a chance to decide whether or not they wanted to use their guns. Leaping back onto the bed, Kat came at them, a gunshot ringing in her ears, pain grazing her shoulder, her knife impaling the closest manâ€™s chest.  It was dark in that corner of the room and she could barely see anything, otherwise she would have just slashed the miserable bastardâ€™s throat. She didnâ€™t want to risk missing. There was another cry of pain, and she pulled the knife out, kicking the man back against the wall. The gun was removed from his grasp and then kicked under the bed. Now there were two injured, unarmed men, and one with a gun. She was about to redirect her attention to the man with the gash on his arm, who was now coming at her once again.<br/><br/>But the man with the gun was quicker on his feet. As soon as she felt something hard hit her in the back of the head she was out cold.