[b][u][center]Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon[/center][/u][/b]

Valor hesitated; his grip on Fran tightened as he lifted her into the air in front of him to obstruct Emily from firing another arrow. Diane's continued singing put the armour further on the edge, “Stand down and leave!” He commanded again. Even if Emily promised to help them, her words had very little promise to Valor... “Your friend has already tried that. The armour growled, referring to Fran.

It was then that the ghosts of Octal and Eight jumped up and attempted to undo the chains their wrappings around Fran. Their small fingers crept between the chains and Fran's skin slowly, Eight's attempts naturally being more successful than the holder's. It seemed that even if these ghosts were unable to overpower Valor, they would buy Fran's survival some more time. However, the librarians either needed to lower their threat level or finish the spirit off. There was no more time for games... 

As was completely evident by Steve's violent assault. Unlike Valor, Steve had no hesitation. The ragworm's blades tore through Vignar's skin; and as it landed it would constrict him into yet another deadly embrace... Truly this fight had to end... The scent of blood made the werecats outside of the isolated cage begin to grow excited... As some of them even left the shades they'd been laying in...

[b][u][center]Rendezvous Crash[/center][/u][/b]

“Why, I swore I've discussed this with your father before...” The don murmured, as he eyed Bishop and her companions suspiciously. For a brief moment he made eye-contact with each and every one of them, as if foltering them all for information... “It is no different,” Giovani eventually gave in has he placed a hand on his forehand. “As Alex and I discussed, while the Lorenzo family is occupied with it's own operations, we will organise Midenze to take away their control and seize their territory; their control of the underworld will be ours... Just imagine what we can do with their resources at our command. You will become a rich woman, miss Bishop. You and your father will have no financial or moral limits to your research, when I come to rule this land.” The don tipped his fingers on his chair, and took a second to breathe as he studied Bishop again... 

“Though I'm not certain why Alex would keep this from you...” He mumbled to himself again. “Where is your father at present, miss?” Giovani Celino asked.

Andre, in his circling through the room, would possibly even recognise more. The name 'Lorenze', which Giovani Celino had mentioned earlier, was one he had read before in the documents of the sewer. It was one of the biggest families in the mafia, and the head was father to Liaison... Although there was no proof of the head of department's involvement with the mafia; something had set the rebels off... But these were in the documents of the same rebels who had been supplied by Aegis corp; Alexander Bishop's company.

As well, Andre found, between the birds, family portraits of the Don. It was the pudgy man, a wife that was presumably ten years younger, and three girls... One of which their faces was familiar to the rook...

Meanwhile, Vologhn's threads outside warned him that the guard outside was listening closely, pressing his ear against the door. They were being eavesdropped, but what did that mean? More men gathered at the back of the door; meaning that would no longer be a valid exit... The birds in the room felt the gathering also and began to act uneasy. Some of them took a particular interest in Vologhn, as he weaved. They didn't know what he was doing, but the act of weaving put them on alert.