The Kiss had taken Ryan completely by surprise, no matter how much he would not admit it. At first he was speechless, his cheeks red. He could have sworn his heart skipped a beat, too. “Yeah… I’ll see you in the morning, dear Eric.” He said as Eric turned away from him. Part of him wanted to ask to help him with his things but he knew better. He probably already looked silly enough being caught off guard like that, again, and he was too tired. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ryan had a feeling that Eric would just refuse his help anyway. Why did he have to be surrounded by stubborn people? It really made no sense to him. He could boss his men around with ease but when it came to Eric… he just was not sure how to react sometimes. Maybe it was because they were from different sides of the law.<br/><br/>He pushed the thought of his mind. It was probably because he was tired that he was thinking about these things, he thought. Ryan yawned and stretched, then took his shoes off and jumped into bed. It was a good thing he was someone who didn’t have their thoughts stuck on events for too long right before bed. He was able to find sleep quite easily. For once, without his men interrupting him as well.<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><br/>Kat was not particularly happy that she found herself in a situation where she had been captured a second time. Frustrated didn’t even begin to cover it. As one might have expected, surely nobody liked to wake up like this, especially twice in one week, she was hoping she could get out of her as quickly as possible. The way she was bound, by cuffs and chains, made her feel like she was being held captive in some sort of medieval dungeon, this did not help her mood needless to say. Of course, she would have been lying to herself if she expected the night to go smoothly. No, there was no way she would have been allowed to sleep peacefully with everything going on. Where the hell had Eric been? Or, have they captured him as well? She really hoped not. If he was alright, she knew she would have to reach him somehow.<br/><br/>“What the hell am I, some damsel in distress?” She sighed to herself. It sure as hell felt like it. They must have been desperate to grab her if they had attacked while she was asleep.<br/><br/>“Well, look here. It looks like Sleeping Beauty is awake.” Kat’s thoughts were interrupted when her captor entered the room again. When she discovered that it was Walter who had been one of the men who had brought here her, she had not been surprised. She had her suspicions when she saw his name on that report. He wore that same smug look on his face that she remembered so well. “From what I’ve heard through the grapevine, you are a tough nut to crack. If this is the case, I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you… you remember, like all of those times from our days in training?” He stood over her and chuckled softly, arms folded. Kat did not give him the satisfaction of a response.<br/><br/>“Not feeling talkative, are you?” He crouched down a little, placing his hand under her chin to get her to look his way. She didn’t make direct eye contact with him, even when he prevented her from turning her head, but her body tensed. Walter’s touch made her uncomfortable; his hands were cold. “I suppose I should’ve expected this.” Kat grunted as he backhanded her, it was then that she finally did give some eye contact. But it was only long enough for her to spit in his face. “You really are feisty.” He laughed. “You did a number on Harlan’s arm, I must say. But I…” he leaned in closer, “I’m not going to make those mistakes, as I’m sure you are well aware.”<br/><br/>She had expected more, and she was prepared for it. Instead nothing came. Walter said nothing more, released her, and turned to leave the room.