There was a noise in the distance and judging by Ericâ€™s words Kat was not the only one who was aware of it. Guards were crawling all over the place and there have been a few times where they had come close to being spotted if it werenâ€™t for the lack of lighting and obvious lacking of brains in the guardsâ€™ case. It put a bit of strain on her wounds but she had managed to bring herself down to a crouch, same as Eric, and nodded in understanding while he silently explained the device a bit more. She had been a bit distracted by wondering again where that noise had come from that she almost let out a small noise of surprise when he grabbed her and pulled her out of a guardâ€™s line of sight. He uttered an apology before he moved on the guard and put him down. It was definitely a better method than what she had been taught, she admitted, though the results were similar.<br/><br/>She would let him take out guards, perhaps, that way there wouldnâ€™t be as many risks. Her eyes followed when Eric pointed to another guard standing just a few feet away from them. Remaining as still as possible, she clenched her jaw and held her breath, knowing full well that if the guard made a move, any move at all, to turn around or look over his shoulder it was all over. He had to be dealt with quickly, now, or else he would definitely see them and she wasnâ€™t about to let that happen. Her posture relaxed when the guard began to move away and she started moving out of the shadows to follow him and put him down, but suddenly a figure appeared out of the shadows on the other end of the hall, wielding a small knife that was probably a stiletto or something similar. The figure was closing in fast on the man, too.<br/><br/>â€œHey, how the hell did you ge--â€ was all the guard was able to get out of his mouth before the figure violently stabbed him several times and slit his throat. Words were muttered but she wasnâ€™t close enough to pick up what was said. The manner in which the figure had done the act made her freeze completely once again and she started to panic slightly, everything in her peripheral vision seemed out of focus when she stared at the figure. However when she focused a little more on the figure she shook it off, pushing the ghosts out of her mind once again for the time being once. But before she could fully grasp who was down there with them the figure tensed, looked around briefly, and ran off in a quiet manner. This wasnâ€™t good at all, Kat thought to herself, still staring off in the direction the figure had been standing.<br/><br/>Suddenly she had a feeling that this little adventure of theirs was about to take a turn for the worst if that was who she thought it was.<br/><br/>Looking to Eric, she opened her mouth to speak. Nothing came out at first, but eventually she managed a whisper, â€œPlease tell me I wasnâ€™t the only one who saw that.â€ She was getting bad feelings all over and she was sure he was aware of the potential danger down here as well. For once she felt she was right about things going a bit too smoothly thus far.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Thomas took a moment to catch his breath while he crouched behind a structure, keeping out of sight from the other guards still in the area. That was way too close for comfort yet somewhat exciting at the same time. If whoever was there had seen him he would have been a dead man for sure, but he knew he wasnâ€™t in the clear yet. Even if he was dealing with Shalona fleet instead of Gendahl or any of the other fleets he would still have to tread carefully and make sure that he was not seen again. There was still the matter of getting off this ship, there was work he had to do, and he couldnâ€™t afford another encounter before he got done what needed to get done.<br/><br/>Actually escaping was a very nice treat and only sped things up more.<br/><br/>Much to his relief he had already succeeded in having one of the Gendahl captains, the one he had been most worried about, taken out and infiltrating this ship though it nearly cost him his life. Thomas made a mental note not to be so reckless ever again but he knew that the note wouldn't stick with him long. Sometimes he could be a bit reckless, he really should work on that more. If he failed now his plans would never again see the light of day as he had no successor to do what he was about to get done. There was no way he was going to let some nosey strangers fuck him over! And he decided, if his suspicions of who they were proved correct, that they would be dealt with accordingly. He had been working eight long years to get this done, slowly working his way around and riling everyone up, it could not end now.<br/><br/>The Gendahl fleet had to pay for what theyâ€™ve doneâ€¦ In the end they all would.