It wasn't hard to scout the place out; the crowd made it easy to move, and for Aio and the others, coming in one or two at a time meant that they could blend in. Easy to set up an ambush when you made sure to blend into the area. Lapine had a radio, and while she couldn't speak outside of a good 50ft or so, she COULD communicate with whistles, clicks, and the like that could alert her allies to what she's wanting them to do. For now, she wanted them to stay back; fewer infiltrators was better for a rescue op quietly.<br/><br/>Front entrance was out; the guards were too relaxed, likely experienced at this thing. More likely to put up a fuss. Windows were out, and one alley had some druggies and no entrance. However, there WAS a backdoor, with a twitchy girl. Twitchy meant either drugs, or a novice, and with the way she was taking potshots, if Lapine made a bit of noise, it likely would be overlooked. Awesome, that was her way in.<br/><br/>The tiefling was many things, and one of those things was fast, REALLY fast; with a click of her heels together, Lapine was able to clear a significant difference in no time, clearing her way around the corner from an abandoned building, her gun up and drawn, leveled at the woman as she closed to be right up-close and personal...<br/><br/>You make a sound, and I'll blow your head off before you finish the first syllable. Lapine ordered in her telepathically stern tone, her eyes a firm glare, her posture deadly and professional, her gun high and close in a specialty style of shooting she'd developed for close quarters combat, finger on the trigger. Put the gun down, take off your clothes, lay down on the ground, and put your hands behind your back. Now.<br/><br/>Should the woman listen, Lapine would produce a plastic zip-tie cuff-set, cuffing the woman's arms behind her back, keeping it REALLY tight. She'd have her hands afterwards, but they might be a little raw. Once she was cuffed, Lapine would put a knee on the woman's ass, gun still pointed to the back of her head.<br/><br/>Tell me where the Lamia is, and some 'friends' of mine will pick you up and take you to safety. Don't tell me anything, and you get to stay here after I gag you, and who knows who'll pick you up? Slavers are always looking for sexy little elves to turn out... so one more time: where is the Lamia?