The only thing she could do was keep track of the sounds coming from outside. She knew she was being carried through the city. The sounds of footprints suggested combat boots. Two pairs. and a lighter, softer sound. Likely belonging to the female. The box jostled painfully and she felt herself fading in and out. Clenching her fists, she bit her nails into her palms in order to hold on to consciousness. It worked, strangely. The box slid onto a flat surface and she felt the nauseating motions finally cease. The voices and footsteps faded away, then died entirely for a moment until finally the softer treads of the woman returned. She heard the words spoken softly from close by, and clenched her jaw. More lies.<br/><br/>The knife she'd pulled from her boot fit perfectly in her hand and she held it ready. The second the box opened, she shot her fist out like cobra, hoping to strike hard and gain a good grip. Her fingers closed on the first thing she could reach and she jerked violently in an effort to pull the woman close enough to get the knife to her throat. She planned to hold it there, a clear threat without doing harm, and demand release. She was no killer... not when she could avoid it.<br/><br/>=================================<br/><br/>Kell waited for the boy to follow and smiled as he watched the lad enter the alley. Following the established plan, he tapped the silver ring on his right hand against a metal bar over the window he hid beside. The tapping would be faint and unnoticed, yet a clear signal to the man he'd sent ahead. The kid had arrived. Remaining where he was, he counted to ten before following, hearing his friend's chattering voice fade away just as he started counting.<br/><br/>When he followed, however, something was wrong. He could hear movement, and the frantic breathing of a child. Rushing forward, he peered into the darkness, just in time to find two beggars assaulting the kid. Quick as a flash, he picked up a length of wood broken off a wooden crate from the alley floor and wielded it like a sword. Listening closely, to be sure he knew where to swing the weapon, he paused. When he was sure he wouldn't strike the kid, he swung and felt a solid impact, immediately followed by a startled grunt. The man staggered, bumped off the wall of one of the buildings, then collapsed to the floor. Before the second attacker could recover from the surprise, he reached forward toward the sound of the kids breathing and tightened his fist around the kid's clothing to keep him from being pulled away. With his free hand, he followed the kid's arm till he found a man's hand gripping it. It was all he needed to know exactly where to strike... but before he could do, another impact came out of the darkness. The man he'd sent ahead chuckled as the second attacker fell to the floor.<br/><br/>"Well well... fancy meeting you here, Kell... and to think I was worried this would be a dull evening..."<br/><br/>Kell chuckled and released his hold on the boy before standing straight. "Lets get back into the light and make sure he's alright. Can you walk, kid?"