Gregory had been pacing the room he had declared his office when he got the word that the prisoners had escaped. He should have known that Walter wouldn’t have been able to get the job done right, though he had trusted him. Obviously trusting Walter had been a mistake. Now he had to figure out his next move. He didn’t have a lot of time, and had to act quickly.<br/><br/>“Enter.” He said when he heard a knock.<br/><br/>“They have split up, sir. What should we do once we catch them?”<br/><br/>“Leave them. There has been a chance of plans.” Gregory replied in a low voice, pulling out a book of matches and a small can of fire starting fluid. He held them up, smiling deviously. “Thomas had ordered this place be burned if anything happened to him. Tell everyone to evacuate the building.”<br/><br/>“Are you..?”<br/><br/>“Someone has to start the fire.” He said, and the man seemed to understand. Without a word the man turned and left, leaving Gregory alone.<br/><br/>Sinking back in his chair, he took in a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and then started to pull files out of the drawers. He tossed them on the desk, setting them on fire. Nobody would ever get these secrets now or ever know what Thomas had up his sleeve. It was too late anyway. Thomas was the only one capable of pulling off what was about to go down.<br/><br/>Gregory moved around the place, setting fire to anything that was flammable. After wards, he sat back in the chair near the desk and closed his eyes once again. Then he removed his gun from his holster, pressed the barrel under his chin, and pulled the trigger. If those two were loose, they would come after him for sure. He would never allow himself to be captured, he had too much pride, to the end he was a loyal man to Thomas.<br/><br/>---------------------------------<br/><br/>Kat somehow was not really surprised that Eric used himself as a distraction but was grateful nonetheless. Even though she had not wanted to raise an alarm, wanting to remain silent perhaps this was the best way of getting out of here, she thought. She was sure that she would end up fighting somewhere along the line at some point anyway. This place seemed like it was some kind of fortress, and there was no doubt tight security. The question was: how easy would it be getting out? She was not confident that it was going to be an easy task. Peering out of the door, she made a run for it as soon as Eric was out of sight. She decided to go in a different direction. Splitting up would not only help to cover more ground, but if one were to be caught again at least there was a better chance of a rescue.<br/><br/>As she ran, her footsteps were quiet and she kept a steady pace. She knew how to not make a sound when the situation called for it. With the place on high alert she knew she would need to rely on being silent. Being unseen, however, might be another story. Just as she had suspected, there were guards everywhere. Sneaking past them was not going to be easy, and she was positive that she might have to get creative, her absolute focus was needed. As she passed by an open door, she kept an eye on the people, total of four, in the room before carefully skulking by. She picked up bits of their conversation, in case they were saying anything interesting. They were talking about her and Eric but other than that there wasn’t anything worth risking listening in to.<br/><br/>She reached a stairwell a few moments later. From the looks of things she was on the third floor. From where she was, looking up, she could tell there were at least two or three more floors above.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Kat heard voices from above. They, too, were speaking about the escaped prisoners. Before she could react, one of the men spotted her and they began to quicken their descent. Damn, of all the times. Why did things have to always go wrong in some way or another? She bolted, wasting no time getting out of there, not wanting to be caught. One of the men called out to a few others on his walkie-talkie that she was spotted. Sighing under her breath, she picked up the pace as best she could until she reached the stairs that would take her to the first floor and hopefully out of here. Next thing she knew, she was faced with a man coming up the stairs in front of her. He had a large knife, which was better than a gun, but looked like he was pretty quick just from how he was approaching her.<br/><br/>She quickly stepped out of his way, in one huge flash, swinging her knife at his throat. Killing was quicker, and it was one less person she would have on her tail.<br/><br/>After that, she jumped over the railing in the center of the stairs, landing on the ground in a crouching position. Behind her, the men were shouting and more people flooded into the stairwell. All the more reason to get out of here.<br/><br/>---------------------------------<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Ryan and his small group had finally made their way past a few guards. They all seemed distracted with something at the moment and were hardly paying attention. So far so good, no casualties, and he was confident he would get those two out of there. With any luck it would be in once piece.