Ryan watched carefully as Eric inched closer and closer to the door. Was he going to leave him? Oh he sure hoped he wouldnâ€™t, he hasnâ€™t had that much fun with him yet! It was always so frustrating when they decided to leaveâ€¦ and with the fact Thomas was nowhere to be seen and his cat was missing swirling around in his mind he completely shut out what Eric was saying and unleashed a bit of that anger. He kept his hand on his gun and slowly brought it out of the holster, aiming it at Eric. â€œOh, I think thatâ€™s far enough. If you take one more step back, as much as it pains me to say this, Iâ€™ll have to make sure your mouth stays shut permanent.â€<br/><br/>He took a slow step towards him. The smile that had been on his face had vanished almost completely, replaced by the dark expression he used when speaking to his men. Ryan opened his mouth to speak again, but then saw Stefano running back down the stairs, explaining that the man and woman were not just simple tourists. â€œIs that right?â€ Ryan inquired, smirking at Stefano. â€œGo back up and inform the other two that they have permission to kill her. Itâ€™s just Eric I want kept alive for the time being.â€<br/><br/>Keeping his gun pointed at him, Ryan moved closer to Eric again. â€œItâ€™s a shame I really liked you, tooâ€¦ Unfortunately I hate liars. Sorry but I believe my men over you.â€ His tone was grim; almost like it was void of any emotion what so ever. He then pulled back the hammer to his pistol, â€œYou have exactly sixty seconds to explain who you are before I use you for target practice.â€<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Kat raised an eyebrow when she listened to the men speak. â€œOh well at least thatâ€™s established. In my defense, the man called me a cunt so heâ€™s not anything special in my eyes either.â€ And with that she slit her hostageâ€™s throat and let his heavy, limp body fall to the floor with a thud. â€œDoes anyone else have the balls to come forth and call me a cunt?â€ She dared, twirling her knife in her hand skillfully. Kat was better with larger knives and she knew damn well how to use them. She watched carefully as the men dared not take their eyes off of it; were they afraid of it? More importantly, were they afraid of her?<br/><br/>Instead of waving their guns around like they did back in the dinner, they just showed off their muscles. She smirked at the men though she was merely doing her best to stall some time herself.<br/><br/>From what she could tell their muscles were the only â€˜weaponâ€™ they had on them and if that were the case then she could easily use her pistol to take them out. However, she would not whip her pistol out just yet; she wanted to see what these men would really do. They obviously were not falling for her little trick so she would have to think a bit differently. Rashness was something that has faded from her over the years, but she was still a force to be reckoned with when she wanted to be. Kat just kept twirling her knife, watching their eyes watch it, and then she suddenly chucked it at Benito, who was the closest. The large combat knife found a comfortable spot for itself right in the center of the manâ€™s chest.<br/><br/>Oh well, they had their chance to say something, she thought to herself. Rescuing Eric before their leader did something to him was all that was racing through her mind. Whatever â€˜likingâ€™ their leader has taken to him, she really didnâ€™t want to find out. Now all she had to do was get by the last one, and that was when she drew her pistol.<br/><br/>â€œYou have ten seconds to move out of my way.â€ She said through clenched teeth. Kat made sure that her tone made it very clear that she was done messing around.