Nick retreated back into the threes and out of sight before Arimar or his man could see the thief. He'd been sneaking around the authority long enough to be able to blend into the shadows easily. Nick watched aching to help Sheridan and Isa. He hated that to help as to risk his life and he was too cowardly to act. But what could he do. He was no soldier. He wasn't a fighter. He was a thief. He watched in silence. A shadow in the dark.<br/><br/>Sheridan grabbed Isa's wrist lightly, gently. To get her attention, not to hurt or alarm her. Softly he said, "come on Isa, we run." he said only loud enough for her to hear him. He gently gave her hand a light tug. Now that he had her with him. He would rather fight and die then loose her again. He was willing to give his life for hers. Anything. He would do anything to escape with her. To have her with him. She had come to mean a lot to him. His eyes were intense and it was clear he wouldn't let her go so easily.