"There is no such thing as a safe option with him," Katya said angrily. "A lesson my father learnt first hand."<br/><br/>"Katya, you are no killer," came a Russian voice seemingly out of nowhere. "Allow us to deal with this." Suddenly one of the soldiers found himself in the clutches of a man who seemed almost as if he was a shadow, while a woman, in black body armour and carrying a pistol, appeared, gun pointing directly at the team leader's head. Close on her heels was a short man whose face was entirely hidden by a ceremonial mask. "It appears we have a standoff here officer, but I am willing to make you an offer: let these ladies go and you and all your men will leave here unharmed. Mask here," she said, nodding to the masked man, "can even alter your memories so it appears to your master that you did nothing wrong. If you refuse," a smile played across her lips, "none of you will leave this room alive."