â€œRelax boys,â€ The man who sat upon the throne-like structure said. â€œThis one has a sense of humor. I think I like him.â€ He was a tall, slender man, not quite as built as his men, with strong features and dark hair. He eyed the man that was brought before him before standing from his chair and moving in to get a closer look. â€œHmm, where did you pick this one up?â€ He leaned a bit closer and looked deep into the prisonerâ€™s eyes, â€œOh, and this one has the most gorgeous eyes! What a rare find. Iâ€™m sure heâ€™ll work out perfectly.â€<br/><br/>He circled him for a moment, further taking in his features even in the dull lighting, frowning when he saw the prisoner was now bound but didnâ€™t think too much on it. This man was not going anywhere any time soon. â€œWhat would your name be, gorgeous? Youâ€™re from Earth if I had to hazard a guess? Itâ€™s rude not to introduce yourself, you know.â€<br/><br/>Turning his attention away from the prisoner for a moment, â€œBy the way, has anyone seen Winslow?â€ He spat at the three other men, tone changing from somewhat playful to rather harsh. â€œHeâ€™s been gone for a few days now.â€<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Kat did her best to keep up but soon lost them once they turned down an alley and went down some dirty stairs and through a heavy looking door. Knowing there was no way she was going to get through by knocking as they did she then decided it was best to look for another way in someone nearby. There were piles of trash and a fairly thick layer of grime in this end of town. She groaned in disgust at how filthy these alley ways were; did they not take care of their city? Suddenly she decided she really missed Earth â€“Earth was so much cleaner than Blandar, despite what was often said about the pollution on Earth. At least it was taken care of unlike this horrible city that made her want to vomit.<br/><br/>She did her best to think up a plan but knew she was probably running out of time. That idiot, she thought to herself again with a sigh but Kat knew she could not be angry with him. If she was then she could be motivated by it and that was something she didnâ€™t want.<br/><br/>A sigh escaped her when she found herself at a dead end but she was not going to give up. There had to be a way through that door and she was going to find it. Come hell or high water. Kat searched the area a bit more, discovering a potential entry point through a hole in a fence. It was there that she could have sworn she saw a ghost from the past. There it was, a little brown cat, just staring at her with and odd smile and eyes that seemed to bring reminiscence of the past when she would sneak around with her friends. Kat almost wanted to laugh, thinking she might have gone crazy but the cat meowed at her as if it beckoned to her follow.<br/><br/>With a shrug she followed the cat, watching as it climbed what looked to be an old fire escape and jumped through a window. It was a floor above where Eric and the men had gone in but Kat would be able to find her way around. Before he was captured by authorities, a really good friend of hers was a master thief of sorts and taught her how to sneak in to all sorts of places. Kat also had some other friends, old friends she no longer speaks to, that she would always get into trouble with. And of course there were times where she would sneak in and out of the house without her grandfather knowing. She was quiet and elegant, just like a cat was when wandering around; and just like a cat if she did not want to be found she would not be found.<br/><br/>The window was stubborn at first, she had to open it a bit wider so she could squeeze herself through, but she had managed to knock out some of the glass and slowly ease her way. Kat growled softly when she noticed she had cut her hand. She was quite out of practice, it seems, and it appears she has been heard. The door to the nearly empty room opened slowly and she was greeted by the barrel of a gun and a man she did not recognize.<br/><br/>â€œItâ€™s not very nice to go sneaking around.â€ The man said, keeping the gun aimed at her. Another man entered the room toting the same type of gun.<br/><br/>Shit, Kat thought. â€œAnd here I was doing so well to be quiet,â€ she smirked. â€œAlright boys, if you want to wave your guns around I hope you know how to use them.â€