No. that was impossibleâ€¦ he couldnâ€™t be dead, could he? Was she too late in coming up with this last minute plan? This man truly was trying to break her and it was slowly starting to work, all her efforts to delay only seemed to make things worse. The tears were already there on her face and now there was nothing holding them back at all. She cried from both physical and mental pain, unwilling to accept that she had lost a partner. It was a huge stab at her pride not because she was breaking but because she had lost a partner she actuallyâ€¦ cared about. She shouldnâ€™t have gone; if she would have stayed instead and not have come back here he would still be alive and well. She could not help but blame herself for his death in that sense and that was what probably ate at her the most. But she knew she had to remain strong. Maybe she could still get out of this alive.<br/><br/>There was a huge sense of relief that filled her again when there was a knock on the door and Riddick left. Another man came in then but she looked away, not really caring to hear his apology though she did half listen to what he was saying in case he said something she didnâ€™t like. As far as Kat was concerned, this man was from the same fleet as Riddick and would treat her the same way. In the past men always treated her this way, using her fears to get to her. They loved to try and manipulate her, though nothing ever came close to Riddickâ€™s tactics. The man was a natural, able to take things and bend them to his will. Thinking back she was so foolish for falling for his good looks. Oh it was so silly to think of these things now, but she had to keep that mindset in order for her own plans to work, if they would even put a dent in that black hole he seemed to have for a heart these days.<br/><br/>Believe nothing. Pretend everything had an effect on her?<br/><br/>That might be something she could do well in her half hysterical state. He was definitely doing some damage to her, obviously; the man knew just how to get to her after all, although, the question of why he hasnâ€™t brought out his favorite toys when trying to get information was bothering her. Kat had half a mind to ask him about it when he returned wearing clean clothes but she kept her mouth shut for now. She had to stick to her plan, â€œOh, Riddick, you didnâ€™t have to clean yourself up just for me.â€ The sound of her words made her laugh at herself, they didnâ€™t sound like her at all, but she assumed it was because she was slowly losing it. There were too many things running through her mind.<br/><br/>She forced herself to calm down suddenly, acting as if that was her last effort to get under his skin even if the stab was probably but a mere prick to him. Prick. The word described this man oh so perfectly. Kat sighed hoarsely, feeling the pain flare up in her lungs again, and looked back up at him with that same smile. You havenâ€™t changed at all,â€ she said quietly, â€œRememberâ€¦ when we use to take walks in the parkâ€¦â€ her words trailed off for a moment, acting like she had to collect herself. This was starting to work well with her plan, assuming she could pull this off effectively. â€œWell, you win, I guess I donâ€™t have much of a choice either way now. Iâ€™ll tell you everything I know, though I really donâ€™t know what you want from me.â€<br/><br/>Another pause, then: â€œOn one condition.â€ Her eyes were still filled with tears but she gave him the most serious, yet broken, gaze she could muster. It was a serious gaze but it also had â€˜please donâ€™t kill meâ€™ written all over it. She took in a deep breath, trying to ease her nerves before she spoke again, â€œI want you to kiss me like you did that night in the parkâ€¦â€ Once again own words made her sick to her stomach but she was out of ideas. Riddick was too clever for her to think of anything else.<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/><br/>â€œStorming in through the front door, are we? I like how you think, gorgeous.â€ Ryan said thoughtfully as he watched Eric, a faint yet mildly sadistic smile creeping on his expression slowly. He decided it was best to leave out that he knew just how cruel Gendahl flee could beâ€¦ Storming in was fairly closer to what he had in mind only Ericâ€™s plan seemed to have less bloodshed which was something Ryan was unsure about. The man was still rather livid; he wanted to take it out on these peopleâ€¦ Nevertheless he liked how this man thought, and he knew just what to do to get this plan to work. There was a reason he was feared by his enemies and wanted by quite a few authorities. Drugs were probably one of the most important parts of his little business, as it were, and he had plenty to supply an entire military let alone one person.<br/><br/>He gave a slight shrug, â€œIâ€™m not the least bit surprised that they would be keeping your friend in the room you were staying in.â€ His demeanor changed again suddenly when he placed his hands behind his back and started to leave the room, â€œWe have to be quick, and I only know of one drug that might work long enough for your plan to be successful.â€ He said, smoothing back into the man of business again, with an almost military-like air about him.<br/><br/>Ryan led Eric out of the room, going down some more steps until they were in what appeared to be a door to hidden section that was added on to the basement somehow. Modern architecture was so strange, even if this planetâ€™s was somewhat outdated. Reaching behind a shelf, he pulled out a keycard and slid it through the reader, which then activated a retinal scan. It was a rather sophisticated security system for a place like this but he had good reasons for using it. Once the door was opened, it was revealed that in the small storage room was a hell of a lot of sophisticated guns and a storage space for drugs. Ryan was a gangster through and through; he had just about anything one would expect a gangster to have.<br/><br/>After he did some searching around, he found what he was looking for and handed the small bottle of strange pills to Eric. â€œThese are, essentially, a lethal brand of sleeping pills. Do be careful with them and only take two; taking more than two will most likely kill you. Now as for someone who fits the description of someone from Gendahl fleet,â€ he suddenly paused mid-thought and went back upstairs, locking the room behind him, calling one of his men to him. â€œIs that Gendahl pest I scraped off the streets still alive?â€ He asked the man.<br/><br/>â€œHeâ€™s barely conscious, but he is still alive. Stubborn bastard isnâ€™t talking, boss.â€<br/><br/>â€œOh really? Well it looks like I need to pay him a visit since none of you can get him to talk.â€ He looked back to Eric for a brief moment while he thought, â€œThen again weâ€™re running out of time and I donâ€™t have the patience to break someone.â€ As much as he wanted to strange his prisoner he knew he could do that at a later timeâ€¦ then again they needed some information, anything would do. â€œWhat say you, Eric? Do you think the man would be of any use to us?â€ He was asking him mainly because this was his plan.