By the time Eric woke he was in some sort of room somewhere. He hadnâ€™t opened his eyes or said a word for fear that someone would hear him before he was ready. From the sound of things there were three men in the place with him. The feel of the soft bed beneath him told him it was one of the rooms in the hotel where he and Kat had a room. The sound of a bedâ€™s headboard hitting the wall almost made him flinch but he kept himself as relaxed as he could.<br/><br/>The beds, if he remembered correctly, were silent even when a person got in and out of them. They were a finely crafted to make sure it would be that way. The fact that someone would be able to move the headboard like they did almost seemed impossible. Opening one eye a crack he noted the color of the uniforms and the fact that they were not paying any attention to him. Why would they, he was dead after all. He made a mental note to thank Ryan later, he might even kiss him again if things turned out right.<br/><br/>Moving as carefully as he could he opened both eyes and double checking to make sure he had his knives in the right places, crept forward. The first guard would be easy enough to take care of, it wasnâ€™t till the other two noticed anything would things get real interesting. The first knife he removed was one of the hunting knives he had placed in his shirt. He mapped out the room in his head as he took a deep breath, letting it out as quietly as he could. There was one guard on the foot of the bed closest to the door, another was standing right in the middle of the room while the last one was leaning against the dresser.<br/><br/>If he was able to get close to the guy in the middle without either of the other two noticing it would be a miracle.  Creeping forward he grasped the knife in his hand tighter and with one fluent movement he stabbed the guy in the middle right through the throat, grabbed two throwing knives, the first one going through the guard by the dresserâ€™s throat and the other through the one on the beds throat. All in all it didnâ€™t take quite as long as Eric had thought and was a lot quieter too. The only noise were small gargled noises and then silence.<br/><br/>Crouching Eric was as still as stone, straining his ears to make sure no one else was aware of what went on in this room. Not hearing anything he sighed in relief and quickly made his way to the door. All was silent on the other end of the door which made Eric believe the one in charge felt cocky enough to have the rest out on patrol. Keeping the possibility he might be wrong in mind he made his way out to the hall. No one was there, much to Ericâ€™s relief. First thing he was going to do is check the room where he heard the noise.<br/><br/>Still in a crouch he walked to the door and threw it open, knives at the ready he moved till he was at the corner of the bathroom. â€œKat?â€ He asked straightening and looking confused.<br/><br/>-----------<br/><br/>Riddick glowered at Kat as she spoke. She was a wild one, he thought letting memories seep in. Then again he smirked as he remembered the times he taught her how to do what she was planning to now. It was nice to see how much she had changed without him and the simple fact she was willing to do the things he taught her on him only made him happier. He was about to say something to her when the sound of a door being opened. A look of shock and bewilderment crossed his face when he saw the live walking body of someone who he was told had died. The feel of the blade against his chin was all but forgotten at that point. He had reveled in her determination and he had been thinking of doing something to reward her when they were interrupted.