It was true that Ryan was part of the Gendahl fleet at one point but he wasn’t sure what his part in this would be. He thought he was just thrown into this by some chance of… fate? Wrong place, wrong time? Something like that, he really wasn’t sure. “It was.” He said, trying to piece a few things of his own together. “I hated every minute of it, too.” Nobody could ever pay him enough to go back to being a navigator. Out of all the jobs he had worked, that was the most tedious and boring job in existence. When someone decided to do a bit of cleaning up instead of navigating, it was pretty bad. But that was getting a little off-track. He was pretty sure that he didn’t have that big of a part in this. Maybe it was wishful thinking, though. He was sure it was a ‘wrong place, wrong time’ situation.<br/><br/>Eric did have a point, though. There was something about the Gendahl fleet, something important, and everyone that Eric had mentioned were part of it.<br/><br/>“What do you believe your part in this is?” He asked, wondering if Eric was someone place here by fate, or simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or maybe something else entirely. “I mean, there has to be a reason you, Kat, and the ship you guys are on are part of this. Do you think it’s a coincidence?” With that question he had a feeling just how long he has not worked with the military was showing through now. He could only do so much, and for so long. But at the same time he really was curious and wanted to help out in any way he could. Anything to get the military off his ass as quickly as possible, so he could return to his ‘normal’ life of being a gang leader, and perhaps convince Eric to join in, he would do what he could.<br/><br/>Ryan looked over the information, wondering what could be there. “I’m wondering… do you think it’s more something that has to do with Kat?” There were some things that he remembered, some codes stood out, but everything else seemed foreign to him. He couldn’t read most of it. Too stubborn to ask Eric, and not wanting to seem like he was useless, he, too, sat back on the couch. “I should be honest with you…” He said suddenly, feeling the urge to toss out a suggestion so he didn’t seem useless, but at the same time it did make sense. “I’ve had my suspicions about Kat ever since I met her. She seems like someone who isn’t always honest.” The tone of his voice showed he was not bringing this up because of his distain towards women. Well, trying to anyway. She… she was still Eric’s friend, his partner, and he did respect that.<br/><br/>Maybe he was going in the wrong direction with this, in fact he had a feeling he was, but he left it out there. Something was just bothering him and he didn’t know what.<br/><br/>---------------------------------<br/><br/>“What makes you think you’ll be any more successful than your friend Walter?” Kat glared at the man standing over her. They had come for the code again. She was sure of it, but she was not giving anything away. It would really take something extreme for her to get her to spill it.<br/><br/>“Let’s just say I don’t play by the rules.” The man smirked, seeming pretty confident.<br/><br/>“I’m terrified.”<br/><br/>“You should be.”<br/><br/>“Oh I am. You really do know how to strike fear into someone.”<br/><br/>“I’ll do more than that if you don’t give us what we want. We know you have it… we know Thomas had given it to you. Now we want it back.” The man was oblivious to her sarcasm, this was great. Part of her wanted to keep going. It would be entertaining to see how far she could push him, but she decided against it. She knew how dangerous these people were.<br/><br/>She was hoping Eric would get here soon… No. She didn’t want to rely on him. It was time for Kat to hatch an escape plan of her own.<br/><br/>“Do you really think I’m just going to hand it over?” She arched a brow.<br/><br/>The man smirked, cracking his knuckles. “If you won’t, I’ll just have to take it from you.”