As Riddick neared her, Kat was nervous as all hell. She could feel her heart beating rapidly as she waited for him to kiss her. Silently, she admitted that she was surprised when he took her up on her offer but then again the man would do just about anything to get what he wanted. Kat had learned that the hard way. However with that little learning experience she herself had also learned to do just about anything to get what she wanted even if she wanted some answers from him more than she wanted that kiss. Deep down, in the past she wanted to forget, she knew she wanted that kiss even though she refused to acknowledge the ghosts of the past. When she didnâ€™t get it she almost felt a pang of rage surge through her but it was short lived and her attention was drawn to the man freeing her from her restraints.<br/><br/>In the time it took for Riddick to kill the man Kat had already freed herself. She ached all over, her head was spinning, and her lungs burned as blood slowly dripped out of her mouth when she coughed. But looking at Riddickâ€™s wounds made them feel better than they were. It took her a moment to find her balance before she slowly backed away towards the door. She was about to open it and run away but she heard voices outside and knew that she was not in the condition to put up much of a fight. And Riddick was collecting himself quickly. It was fight or flight (and more than likely end up in a fight) timeâ€¦ and strangely Kat chose to stay and fight this out.  Even if the coast was clear she would probably just be caught again.<br/><br/>It was a big risk but this was safer for the time being; after what the man said about believing nothing she wanted to believe that Eric was still alive. Otherwise, she was doing this for nothing and that manâ€™s letter would have no meaning.<br/><br/>She found a sturdy looking lamp that she quickly unplugged it. As quietly as she could, she came from behind Riddick and hit him in the back of the head with it as hard as she could until he was unconscious. Kat was a strong girl, but he was a big man and she was weak, so getting him onto the bed was a bit of a task. After she managed to get him on the bed, she took the handcuffs and bound his hands to the headboard and took off his boots before she bound his ankles to the foot of the bed as if to make it look like some kinky sex scene just in case someone were to walk in. She even unbuttoned the first two top buttons on her shirt to show a bit of cleavage to add effect. This was sure to eat at his pride. Her next task was to move the dead man, confirmed by the lack of pulse, into the bathroom. While she was in there she cleaned herself up as best she could and then filled a cup up with some hot water. With the scene set as perfect as it would be, Kat then came back to the bed and proceeded to throw the scalding water in Riddickâ€™s face.<br/><br/>Kat knew she was going to get in so much trouble with the captain later, as he warned her not to make any past mistakes... especially because he knew about her and Riddick, but she was angry. She felt sick doing this, but wanted answers and would not leave until she got them.<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>The sudden change in Ericâ€™s demeanor made Ryan quirk a brow slightly as a smile found its way to his expression. This was why men were oh so fascinating! Women always bored him with their same stories and boring personalities, they were never any fun at all. Men on the other hand were always full of surprises no matter how simple they seemed a times and even when he was breaking them they were soâ€¦ resilientâ€¦ He could feel his heart flutter a bit when Eric looked at him with those intense eyes, appearing to be a street fighter out for blood. It took every last bit of self control he had not to grab the man and kiss him again that it almost made him lose focus on the task at hand. Itâ€™s been quite a long time since he has felt like this for someone.<br/><br/>That sadistic smile from earlier widened a bit, â€œI have plenty of knives that youâ€™re more than welcome to use, gorgeous,â€ he chuckled, heading back into the storage room. Behind all the guns there was a cabinet where he kept some of his finest knives. He chose the best ones he felt would suit Eric. Ryan has lived on the streets for nearly twenty years so it made him happy to know Eric was also streetwise and use to some good old fashioned street fighting; that was something that was going to be needed for this mission. Surely Eric knew this otherwise he would not have said something. He returned with three different types of hunting knives and a nice set of older throwing knives. â€œTake your pick,â€ he told him before making a gesture towards the pills. â€œThey take about fifteen minutes to work and last for a good while depending on the person. I havenâ€™t exactly tested this myself, drugs have never appealed to me very much, but some of my men like to pop them whenever theyâ€™re feeling restless.â€<br/><br/>He winched a bit suddenly when it hit him that since Eric was an officer in his fleet he technically had the power and the authority to arrest him for what he has seen. The though lingered in the back of his mind, but he made no mention of it and kept his mind set towards the task at hand.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, he looked Eric in the eyes as deeply as he was with that intense stare. â€œJust as long as you donâ€™t get yourself killed, I donâ€™t care how many people wind up dead. The Gendahl fleet has trampled on my city for the last time and I wonâ€™t have it, and you need to get your friend away from them before they kill her.â€ Ryan wasnâ€™t one for speeches, as he was always more business than talk most of the time, but here the gangster side of him was showing through again. â€œIâ€™ll go lure someone from the fleet. If they still recognize me it wonâ€™t be much of a problem.â€