Bleu didn't like it. Not one fuckin' bit. The air in his voice was so... defeatist. He didn't say it, but his words spoke volumes for him. Unless he could think of something fast, this would be their final good bye. She couldn't have that. A smart, creative man like him would have to live, he would just have to! She didn't say anything back, she didn't want to. It took all her sanity to follow the orders he had given her. He may walk out and potentially get gunned down... but dammit, she'd rather be fucked by every ungrateful cock on this island then send him out alone.<br/><br/>Quickly searching the guard she just disabled, she came across a pistol. It wasn't much, but it was a lot better then fisticuffs. Leaping back into the loft, she took his shoulder and turned him around. "If you're going to be a moron, Master... at least take this. Be a smart moron." She placed the gun in his hands and hopped back down, collecting Serenity in her tail, she moved to the back door. She had to get that collar off of her first and foremost. The Feral routine would most likely not work anymore, as they had seen it the first time. So there was only one way to go out.<br/><br/>Claws to bear. She couldn't dodge bullets, but she could at least move fast enough to make any human have to take longer to aim, which gave her an advantage. Ripping the door once more from it's doorframe, she sprinted out the door and made for the treeline. She would head deeper into the island, maybe to the other side of the island and find a safe place for Serenity. Then she would come back for Ridge, regardless of what happened to him. If he was dead, she'd come back for his body... and tear the limbs from every single one of those black suited fucks she met in the process.