Ryan beamed at the mention of him wanting to get back to his men.â€I suppose youâ€™re right about that,â€ he said, â€œsometimes I fear they canâ€™t function without me for too long.â€ Eric was right about them knowing something the authorities would not, it would be a good way for all three of them to really find out more about what was going on. Sometimes even he was amazed by some of the things his most trusted people found out whenever something happened. In the streets news travelled fast, no matter how calm the authorities tried to keep the public during rough times. If this was the case, he knew that the moment he stepped through the door they would be bombarding him with information, partly excited to have him back, always eager to keep him updated in case one of his enemies decided to make a move against him.<br/><br/>He was just about to leave when the knock on the door came. Sure enough, standing outside was that jack fellow that had slugged him before. Kat also seemed none too pleased when she had taken notice of their visitor, which she showed with an exasperated sigh. His jaw tensed for a moment and he found himself back on the streets about to face an old rival of his own. In his mind he was no longer in the presence of the military. Somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach, he had an idea of what was about to happen. The rules of the streets didnâ€™t change, no matter where you were. It was one of those few things that probably would not change as time went by. Ericâ€™s words before he slipped into his room had confirmed it. He hadnâ€™t said anything but was glad Eric made the decision to avoid fighting.<br/><br/>Partly because of what Kat had said if he had to hazard a guess.<br/><br/>Noticing that Kat was on the move Ryan wanted to say something but before he even had the chance to stop her she quickly strode passed him and went for the door. â€œKatâ€¦â€ He spoke out anyway in a quiet tone, a tone she was unfamiliar with, taking her by surprise and causing her to wince slightly, as a last attempt to stop her hoping that she would let the guy knock. But it was no use. He could see in her eyes in the look she had flashed him that the attempt had been futile.<br/><br/>â€œCan I help you?â€ Kat asked as soon as she had opened the door even if she knew what he wanted, not even bothering to hide the fact she was annoyed by his visit. She glowered at the man, but kept her tone civil as best she could. â€œIf it isnâ€™t important Iâ€™m going to have to ask you to leave, we happen to be very busy right now.â€ She hoped that her tone if not her words were convincing enough and he would just back away. Something told her he was not going to leave just like that, however. From the look in his eyes, she gathered he had indeed come here looking for blood. Ryan remained in the living room but he was watching the situation carefully. He wanted to keep an eye on things just in case something happened and he needed to step in.<br/><br/>Since she didnâ€™t have the street experience Eric and Ryan had, she didnâ€™t know what was going on in detail, she didnâ€™t know all the rules there were. She was a trained fighter, not a street fighter. In her eyes this was just a violent grudge that wouldnâ€™t be left alone. Ryan was aware of this to some degree; it was how she carried herself that gave it away mostly.