â€œThatâ€™s my plan.â€ Eric muttered under his breath more to himself than anyone else. It felt better to say it out loud than to hold it in. The look she had given him made him uncomfortable but that was a good thing too. In a way it was double insurance he would behave. Grateful for the shoulder pat and not a decking he sighed in relief then looked to Ryan and nodded his head. â€œI would hate to be on it either but it looks like Jack didnâ€™t give me much of a choice.â€  Chuckling he said, â€œand this is only her irritated side.â€ Letting the chuckle die he smiled and followed them in.<br/><br/>Taking a look around the house he was satisfied with it and what made it better, the walls were thicker. It reminded Eric of some of the older houses back on Earth from way back in the day. It was like brick the walls and if he could guess they would stand up to attack very well. Luckily though it was brightened by that lived in feel with paint and wallpaper.  Finished with his own walk around the house he claimed one of the rooms near an exit. It was both a problem and a solution in case someone tried to invade, not that he completely believed they would.<br/><br/>Sitting on the couch he nodded his head to Ryan and said, â€œI thought youâ€™d want to get back to them, Iâ€™m sure they are itching to have their leader back. We could hold down the fort here.â€ Everything about his body language suggested it was only an option. If Ryan wanted to stay, great, but Eric knew he would like to see his men sometime soon. It was difficult to be away from something you cared about so much. â€œThey might also know something the local authorities do not.â€<br/><br/>Something in the corner of his eye told him it would be a good time to leave. â€œIâ€™ll be upstairs if you need me.â€ He said nearly jumping off the couch. The moment his foot hit the stairs he turned around, looked from Ryan to Kat and said, â€œDo not let him call me out, if it looks like he might get him away somehow. Iâ€™ll explain everything later,â€ before he slipped up the stairs. Closing the door to his room he flopped on the bed and tried to ignore the sound of Jackâ€™s voice which he could hear through the window.<br/><br/>He did not like running away from a fight but he didnâ€™t want to be in one at this time either. There was no point as far as he could remember. The only thing he could think of that would make Jack hold onto a grudge this long was heâ€™d beaten him in a fight and that was a stupid grudge to have anyway. There was a knock at the door where Jack waited. He looked in the window and scowled when he didnâ€™t see Eric there. â€œWe need to talk Eric.â€ He said knocking on the door again, he needed to pound Eric into dust. He couldnâ€™t just leave well enough alone and it got him thrown in the slammer for eight years. To say he had a grudge was a bit of an understatement. Did Eric actually do that? Nope, it was one of Ericâ€™s buddies, Eric himself had no idea what had happened.