OOC: Still in Moskau. Only on for today as I'm HILARIOUSLY busy with my neu niece! BTW, this is gonna be a bit of a GM as I want to reintroduce one of my characters.<br/>Chris sat back, finished doodling in his notepad. He placed it back in his pocket, before a frown crossed his face. "I feel like...someone's coming...?" He looked outside, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. He shrugged and closes his eyes again. "Probably noth-"<br/>The door slammed open suddenly as a breathless Soren entered. "Down! Hit the deck!" He dived for the floor as 3 black-armored anthros smashed through the windows into the cafe. One of them raised a shruiken and flung it at the counter where Dundee was still standing. Chris swore and jumped to his feet, diving towards it. The blade thudded heavily into his shoulder and he gave a loud yelp of pain, before standing up, a ferocious glare on his face. He grips the shruiken and with a grunt yanks it out, crimson blood dripping off it. "That it?" Soren jumped up and tackled one of them, and Chris seized his chance and ran towards the second, which smirked and raised a rifle. Soren yelled "Chris! No!" but the gun discharged, just missing the top of Chris's head. He didn't get a chance to attack because another familiar face swooped in, grabbed the two still standing and-ew. Chris grimaced and covered his eyes. He didn't need to see that. He looked up briefly to see a foot disappearing down her throat before he turned around again, before hearing a groan from behind him.<br/>"You are *urk* lucky to have me, you know that, lil' cousin," growled Rayn in irritation. "And these idiots don't half kick." Chris sighed and patted her shoulder. "Sorry. But a big thanks. I don't know what I would have done." She sits down in a chair, looking at Soren. "So who are these goons?" Soren had apprehended the third and had him on his back. "Purgers. Musta found Chris somehow." Chris scowled. "Seems we're in more danger than I thought."