Now that Kat was on the first floor she began to search for an exit. Not once did she think about stopping, the enemy was close behind her, she could hear them following her. Eventually she managed to find a place where she could take to the shadows. Everywhere she looked, her options appeared to be blocked and she wondered if they were trying to set a trap for her. They didn’t seem to be very good at it if that was the case. Were they even trying? It certainly was unlike any method she has ever seen. Then again, she had to remind herself she was dealing with people who worked for Thomas. That man seemed like the kind of guy whose methods did not always seem to make sense or appeared obvious. If the people he had working for him were the same way, it wouldn’t really be all that surprising.<br/><br/>It was tempting to slip into an empty room she had come across a little further down the hall. There were a few things scattered about, a chair was turned over, drawers left open. It looked like whoever was in there working had left in a hurry, but at the same time it also looked like someone had gone through it. What caught her eye for a moment was the closet in the corner. It looked like an easy place to slip into in case someone was to come in the room looking for her. She could hide if she decided to check it out. But, as tempting as it was, she just had a strong feeling like she needed to get out of here. Something must have happened to cause whoever was in here before to leave in such a rush. On second thought, maybe it really was some kind of trap.<br/><br/>But even if it wasn’t, Kat knew it was too much of a risk to snoop around anyway with all of the grunts everywhere. Getting out of here, and meeting back up with Eric, was top priority right now. She could not afford to get side-tracked. Looks like she was going to need to be a lot quieter as well, she thought to herself with a sigh. Tucking her knife back into her boot, she passed the room, quietly slipping by a guard who didn’t seem to notice her. The exit had to be somewhere, right? The building was not shaped like a circle, judging by what she explored, however it sure as hell felt like it was. Pushing that thought aside, she continued on, stopping every now and then to keep still or deal with a grunt, confident that she would make it out of here.<br/><br/>---------------------------------<br/><br/>Something moved in the shadows. For a moment, it felt like everything was over right then and there. Had they been seen?<br/><br/>Ryan quickly put his hand behind him, stopping his group from advancing towards the stairs. His brow furrowed and he tightened the grip on his knife. This corridor had looked clear when he had originally made the decision to explore it, could security really be that tight? Getting in here had been pretty tough. He really didn’t want to have to turn back, refusing to leave empty handed. Security inside the building was already even tighter than it was outside and he was sure that it looked like it was going to get rougher the further he ventured in. He stood still, keeping an eye on the shadows and his men, to keep them from doing anything stupid, waiting until whoever was there passed by. If they were caught now, it was all over. All he could think of right now was staying out of sight and finding out where they were holding Kat and Eric.<br/><br/>The signal to move again was made once the coast looked clear. On the way, he had heard something about prisoners escaping from a guard standing right where he wanted to go. He was sure that meant Kat and Eric. If they had escaped, and successfully made it out of here, then what the hell was he doing here? An idea clicked in his head suddenly. He was thinking that perhaps the person lurking around would know something about where their prisoners had gone. Exposing himself was a huge risk, but this was all he had right now. Another signal was quickly given to his group to stop again. One man tried to question but was quickly cut off when he was given a stern look. Now was not the time to mess around. Even the slightest fuck up would end horribly, and Ryan made damn sure he was clear on that.<br/><br/>After Ryan received a nod, reassured that they wouldn’t do anything stupid and report anything they saw or heard, he slipped away from the group.<br/><br/>As quietly as he could, Ryan moved back toward the area where he saw the shadow. Hopefully the person had not gotten too far out of the way. He didn’t want to wander around on some wild goose chase, running the risk of being seen. Then again, if he did go out of his way perhaps he could do a bit of information hunting. Surely these grunts could be useful for finding out more about what was going on; this was the heart of the enemy after all, so to speak. When he caught up, he didn’t even bother sneaking up. He went straight for the kill (not literally) and tackled them. Then while he was on top of them, pinning them down so they couldn’t go anywhere, he held his knife to their throat.