Taking in a shaky, uneasy breath, Kat tried her best to pull herself together and focus on the situation as best she could. Martial Law was the last thing they needed and it just proved how bad things were getting. In a way she felt like it was her fault the city was getting torn apart and things were spiraling into chaos faster than anyone could have known, in fact she knew it was her fault. Her hands balled into fists as she laid them in her lap and once again she found herself staring at the wounds on her wrists. She hated feeling powerless. No matter what plan ran through her mind to get out of this mess she knew that she and Eric were not in fighting condition to carry out any huge elaborate escape plan since everything would involve them getting into fights.. Unlessâ€¦ No. That was too risky and she would have to have a death wish to carry out such a ridiculous plan.<br/><br/>She disregarded it and looked back to Ryan and Eric.<br/><br/>From what she could tell Ryan was having a hard time coming up with something as well. However, the man also seemed rather calm and collected, not what she would expect from someone who use to work for Gendahl fleet but then again the man was also a gangster. They always seemed calm and rather nonchalant about bad situations most of the time and she concluded that he could very well be no different. He was a mysterious person, and she was rather wary, curious as to why he was deciding to help them out. His demeanor towards them has changed quite a bit since they first met him the other day; it really made her wonder what Eric did to convince this guy to help them out but she decided she would question it later. Right now they had to get out of the city, Eric was right saying that they could not stay here or it would spell trouble for all of them.<br/><br/>Ryan seemed to think differently, â€œOh, dear Eric, I donâ€™t doubt you will be found eventually if you stay here. Iâ€™m not stupid. But do you really think itâ€™s wise to just jump out in the middle of the street? Where would you go? The other gangs probably know that youâ€™re both wanted by now and wonâ€™t hesitate to hand you over if they catch you wandering in their territory. Bunch of pansies, they are, but Iâ€™m different.â€ There was an odd look in his eyes when he looked to Eric, â€œYou see, I helped you out so now youâ€™re going to help me out. And the plan I have in mind to drive the Gendalh fleet out of the city involves taking out the Big Bad Wolf himselfâ€¦ and Iâ€™ll need her in order to carry out my plan.â€ He didnâ€™t point but gesture towards Kat.<br/><br/>At that moment, she could feel herself become frozen; all color that had once been regained was now completely gone from her face, replaced with an ashen color. Her heart rate accelerated and she felt like she was going to panic. Somehow, by some miracle sent by whatever heaven was left, she kept herself under enough control not to allow that to happen. â€œYouâ€™re out of your fucking mind if you think Iâ€™m facing him again.â€ Her tone was almost completely void of any emotion but fear; for a moment she hadnâ€™t recognized it as her own. He didnâ€™t dare face Eric in the state she was in, instead looking at Ryan with a rage in her eyes that she never thought sheâ€™d see again. She would do anything to not have to go through that ever again, â€œEric and I will be taking our leave now. Youâ€™ve been a huge help and I tha--â€<br/><br/>â€œSave it. Iâ€™ve made up my mind.â€<br/><br/>Kat was on the verge of going for the manâ€™s throat when there was another knock on the door and another man walked in with a huge smile on his face. â€œHey, Ryan, look what we found snooping around who finally came out of his hole.â€ The man dragged in a pretty beat up, bloody looking figure that had a bag over his head. The bloody man was of smaller build, and dared not speak a word. â€œI guess that Martial Law thing was good for us after all!â€ The man who dragged the prisoner is said with a bit too much exuberance that did not blend in with the tension that had built in the room.<br/><br/>Ryan walked over to the man and removed the bag, smiling a bit, his mood changing again, â€œWell, look what we have here. Itâ€™s been awhile, dear Thomas.â€ Thomas looked at him with frightened eyes, unable to say anything since he had been gagged. Ryan pulled his gun and placed it under the man's chin ready to blow his brains out. â€œLooks like you two are free to go after all,â€ he said to Kat and Eric. â€œThe real prize jewel has showed itself, and perhaps the Big Bad Wolf and I will get a meeting after all. I know you two want him as well, Thomas that is. I'm truly sorry but getting Gendahl fleet out of here is more of a priority to me than whatever you had in mind for this man. Oh but why would I give Mister Wolf the satisfaction of having this pig brought back to him alive?â€ He cocked his pistol, smiling deviously.