Ryan understood when Eric had taken the pills right away. After he felt the drugs had taken him into a deep enough sleep, he carried the man outside to a spot he felt was easy for him to be spotted. He ordered a few of his men to keep watch while he eased his way through the alleys until he found a group of soldiers chattering with each other. Their guard appeared to be down but, knowing what he did about Gendahl fleet, Ryan knew they were far from being distracted. He kept his back against the wall of a building and drew his gun slowly. There were six men in the group so he would have to be fast or else he would run the risk of being caught himself and that wouldnâ€™t be fun. Handcuffs were uncomfortable and he hated them, he would not be placed in them today.<br/><br/>His aim was steady when he shot one of the men, causing them to jump slightly and begin running towards his direction.<br/><br/>As quickly as he could, Ryan fled the scene with about three of the six men following after him. Three was one more than he had expected. He made do with it anyway and kept going until he slipped behind a structure near where he had carried Eric. The men came to a halt and started looking around to see where me might have gone but were greeted by the unconscious Eric instead.<br/><br/>â€œHey, isnâ€™t this the man the captain was looking for?â€ One of the men asked. The other two looked at each other and when all three nodded, â€œLetâ€™s take him in just in case, to get a confirmation and bring the good news that heâ€™s deadâ€ the man said again before they took him back to the hotel.<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>As bold as she acted she was still terrified of this man. When he had tried to lunge she couldnâ€™t help but flinch, almost like she was going to take a step back. She looked him dead in the eyes, heart pounding, refusing to turn away from him or show weakness. In her mind, she kept telling herself she was stronger than she was years ago and that she had the courage to stand up to him now despite the scars he had inflicted on her. Her hands were trembling but even then her gaze remained transfixed upon him almost like a completely different person had taken over her. This, of course, was just to mask her fear but she hoped it at least had some affect on the situation at hand. Kat had a job to do, and she treated this as part of her job.<br/><br/>Before she spoke to him again, Kat took a deep breath and let out an exhale to calm herself. She was not like him in any way, but she was definitely stubborn. He should also keep in mind just who it was that trained her to do such things when she first started.<br/><br/>â€œScalding water is indeed unpleasant however, my old friend, it was just a wakeup call we could speak again and not to cause you any harm. Youâ€™re no use to me asleep.â€ Kat kept her tone steady to keep hiding just how afraid she was. He may be good looking, but she knew that if he was freed from his restraints his hands would be around her neck before she even knew what hit her. She kept eyeing the handcuffs wondering if they could truly hold him back for as long as she needed to get something from him. The handcuffs were meant for restraining but the bed was not. When he lunged, she could have sworn she heard damage being done to the headrest of the bed; he was stronger than she remembered and underestimating him again would cost her dearly. â€œAlso, I was promised as kiss and it was interrupted. That does piss me off a little, I wonâ€™t lie.â€ She shrugged lightly as she tried to relax some more.<br/><br/>Her legs felt shaky as she moved a bit closer to Riddick, pulling out Ericâ€™s knife from under her shirt and allowing the tip of the blade to touch his neck, under his jaw, making sure that he felt it. She smiled at him sweetly though her face was still a bit pale, â€œI know you better than to expect straight answers from you right off the bat, so how about we have some fun first. How does that sound to you?â€ Moving away from him, she raised the knife and, with deadly accuracy, stabbed the pillow upon which his head was rested. Her gaze became a bit different then, stern and unwavering, but she knew she did not have it in her to be as cruel as the man before her or even come close to breaking him. She was not much of a manipulator nor was she even remotely intimidating in her half frightened state. That did not mean she wouldnâ€™t at least try however. She had her own ways of dealing with things and even if she did get in trouble she would walk away in the end knowing she was victorious in some way or another.<br/><br/>Then again, with years of suppressed anger towards him beginning to surface as she had tried hard to forget his existence, maybe she did have it in her to kill this man if she felt it was necessaryâ€¦