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[b][u]The Academy of the Arts - Northern Sector (Performance Hall)[/u][/b]

"I vote against any plans which involve stabbing me too."

Jay remained leaning against the bars of the cage, that smirk on his face again. He wasn't overly concerned about Tobias - even if he had tried to stab him through the bars, it would have been fairly simple to just grab his arm and slam it into the bars before the knife met home. If he were lucky he might even break a bone. Really, to stab at someone through bars when the person inside had enough room to step to one side was a pretty idiotic move all round.

No, what worried him was the fact that if these Guilders changed their mind... if they decided that the crime they were committing and the wellbeing of the kid were more important than his own life... then he was completely at their mercy. Sure, they were Guilders. He knew Guilders didn't aim to maim or kill. But desperation makes people do things they wouldn't ordinarily do. And if he was ganged up on like this... that was it.

But then again he knew the Boss was looking out for him. And he had Frances-chan, hiding somewhere. He could always count on her. An enthusiastic, sophisticated, intelligent beauty. What more could you ask for?

His nose began to bleed again. He quickly got a handkerchief from his pocket to stem the flow.

"You know what's a better plan, though?" he continued, his voice nasal even as he removed the pop from his mouth. "Giving up. You can't win this one my dears, although I admire your stubbornness. I used to be the same way."

"This is what the real world is like - there's winners and there's losers. And I'm sorry, but... well..." he shrugged, still smirking. "I wouldn't want such a fine-looking group of kids like you to get hurt."