One of Ryanâ€™s men had showed her to a room that looked much like a living room where she could just relax and clear her mind a bit. She felt if she looked at herself in the mirror she would only feel more anger, deciding to deal with cleaning up later, not wanting to be reminded of that man at the moment. Her obvious wrist and ankle injuries from the handcuffs were enough of a reminder. She didnâ€™t need to see her face to know she looked like shit. And honestly, she didnâ€™t feel like walking up any stairs in her current condition anyway. Closing her eyes didnâ€™t seem to help; all her mind showed here were a bunch of flashbacks and memories of the few good times she had spent with him. It annoyed her and she decided to forget about resting and focused on a pattern on the ceiling as she lay back on the couch.<br/><br/>She was still filled with anger, fear, and a few other emotions. It was starting to become increasingly difficult to relax but she did her best to push everything out of her mind and drift away. Maybe an hour nap would do her some good, perhaps some food as well. How long had she been in that room? It felt like days but in reality it was probably only a few hours give or take at most. She really didnâ€™t want to think about it, but her mind kept going back to itâ€¦ as well as what she would have done to Riddick had Ericâ€™s death not been a lie. She nearly shuddered at the thought of using those horrible interrogation tactics and shook her head. What the hell had she been thinking? If she had done so and the captain had found out he would have had her head.<br/><br/>When she heard footsteps, she turned her head to discover Eric was finished cleaning up. She sat up straighter just in case he wanted to have a place to sit. There was a bit of silence between them before she spoke, â€œIâ€™m sorry I put you through that,â€ her voice was still a bit shaky, her tone sounding a bit off but she remained strong to the best of her ability. The least she could do despite being slightly hysterical at the moment was showing her partner she was able to keep herself together. â€œThank you. I really do appreciate you coming for me, and that youâ€™re alive.â€ She wasnâ€™t sure exactly what she would have done with herself if he truly was dead or if he had not come for her. Knowing her luck she would still be in that room, probably dead. Dead or worseâ€¦ there was always the â€˜or worseâ€™ in these situations, where she really just did not want to think much about it.<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>Nothing was adding up, Ryan discovered as he routed through a few of his old military files. It has been at least seventeen years since he has heard from Gendahl fleet, having been kicked out for various reasons, and the fact that he was still unable to drive them back was starting to worry him. Perhaps they really have come for him after all or perhaps they wanted something else. One could never really tell when it came to that fleet. His father, when working for them before this city was built, was always a secretive man who followed whatever orders were thrown at him submissively and without questioning like the goody-two-shoes he was. They only found out about his association with drugs because the idiot couldnâ€™t keep his mouth shut when questioned. It was sickening how easily that man broke under pressure.<br/><br/>These files were definitely older, and a constant reminder of the life he left behind to run his little empire here in this city. It was a better life being able to do whatever you wanted than follow orders like some broken dog, he told himself.<br/><br/>He sighed to himself and put the files back on the shelf, locking them behind the large safe door. Some things were better kept in the past and those files were far too outdated to be of any use to him. Might as well place them where they belonged, hoping he would never have to look through and be reminded of that life ever again. It was something he would rather keep to himself. Ryan has always told his men he use to work for the military when he was still rather young but he never went further than that. Perhaps it was no surprise that the fleet had not recognized him; he was only about sixteen when he was cast out. Then again it was also a good thing since he knew they would not hesitate to throw him in handcuffs and send him to whatever prison they had set up somewhere.<br/><br/>After he finished, he went to where he was told the woman and Eric were. â€œAre you two feeling any better? Iâ€™ve brought some pain killers if you feel you need them.â€ He paused, took a deep breath, then continued, â€œWe have a lot to discuss, you know, and this time you will give me some answers. I think it's only fair considering I did help you out.â€