Yami grunted slightly at the sound of hurried footsteps, closing the drawer and slinging his backpack across his shoulders. It's weight was easy; only a pound or two of food and supplies. It shouldn't bother with momentum, speed, or maneuverability, at least. "Yo, I got the goods. Let's scadaddle-" He called out to Nakamura, someone he has officially mentally registered as his 'partner-in-crime', regardless of if the boy wanted the title or not. Standing, Yami leaned against the desk...just as the doors were bursted open, and Nakamura let out a high-pitched scream.

"Wot."

Surprise momentarily taking hold of his balls and squeezing 'em, Yami watched as Nakamura calmed down and actually began talking to the two dudes. The two dudes who busted inside of the office like they owned the place. Not even giving the two anytime to explain, Yami leaped onto the desk, bounding off of it on the tip of his feet and flying through the air, his combat-booted foot heading straight for the gingered one's jaw.

[b]*CRACK*[/b]

Yami landed on his left foot, his right foot still brought up into a dynamite-like kick that blasted the boy, Ren's, body smack into the wall behind him. Grinning his usual rugged smirk, Yami slowly lowered his foot, piercing the two with his wild stare.