"Your honesty is going to kill us, girl." Kiya hissed the words at her, feeling very agitated with a strong desire to run. He had to get away from these people, they were going to get him killed and Kiya was not going to be killed on some one elses terms. If he was going to go out, it would be his way. His tail twitched in agitation, and then a startled yelp escaped his lips as the man scooped him up and tossed him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Kiya hissed and wriggled, making rather angry cat sounds. He was frantic to get out of Michael's grip, he had no intention of leading this red head to the man he sought, it was dangerous. Too dangerous. This man's grip was like a vice, it wasn't painful it was just impossible to break, Kiya hissed and mewled pitifully, his tail thrashing about.

All of his motions stopped when the stranger that had been watching them leaped down from her perch. Yellow green cat eyes blinked as he lifted his head a bit and stared at her. For a moment he looked as if he might ask her for help, but the words stuck in his throat. There was something strange, unnatural about her, though Kiya couldn't quite put his finger on it, she just seemed out of place and odd. He found his voice quickly though. "Help me and I'll make it worth your while." Kiya really did not want to go to that bar. In fact he didn't want to go anywhere near where the Russian was. Well, he didn't want to go anywhere near the Russian while he was with a man that was asking lots of questions about him. So he grasped at the slim chance this strange neko with wings would help him or could help him.

Alarm ran through her as Michael moved to manhandle the pink eared neko. The feeling only grew as yet another dropped in on their little group. Well this was turning out to be quite interesting, and not at all like the rather run of the mill job search she'd first expected. The new arrival made her senses tingle, ones she'd been trying to suppress to appear as normal as possible. Being a witch, even one whose training was far from complete, did nothing to help in the job department.

"Hey there big guy, forcing people to go where they don't want to isn't the best way to get them on your side. The blonde's eyes moved to the strange winged neko with concern. "Now where did you come from?" Voiced aloud her question was more of a rhetorical one. There was something quite off about the neko, more so then a regular feline person elicited to her suppressed sense of energy.

Icy blue eyes watched Reseda for a moment. Forcing people was always the best way and undoubtedly always the easiest. Did this woman know of an easier way? She certainly was proving more and more useful. He turned, turning Kiya away from the new woman as he faced her in a sort of stare down. It wasn't an intentional stare down, but it would seem that neither of them showed any emotion or movement. They both stood there still as stone trying to assess each other.

This woman raised no red flags in Michael's mind. She was different, but who wasn't these days? Michael merely stood there, watching her watching him. Her question could have been directed at any of the three of them and he assumed it hadn't been to him. He recalled the question. What "this" was she asking about?

For a moment she gazed at the group, though the neko caught her attention. She gazed at him a moment and tilted her head to the side as she studied him. She doubted he had anything she particularly wanted. Then again very few did. Wealth, power, sex, none of these things meant very little to her. Sure, she kept odds and ends to sell when she needed a dollar or two but that was the extent of her caring about material items. Then, however, the woman spoke and the ice exterior of the feline creation broke and she showed her lack of socialization.

"The roof..." She answered honestly, glancing at the witch. She gave her a look momentarily as if the blonde woman had said something incredibly foolish or distasteful. Kala did not like foolishness much and it seemed a silly question to her. Then again the art of the rhetorical question often eluded her. Why ask a question if you desired no answer? It seemed a waste of energy and breath... but that was another matter for another time. Her focus again shifted to the red headed man and the neko.

"Though I doubt the nekojin has anything I desire, no one has the right to take freedom of another so lightly. Why do you do so? Has he done you some wrong?" She demanded once more, the emotion fading from her face. Again she appeared the emotionless creation she was, a thing not meant to exist... an empty thing against nature, a moving doll. It was what she was made to be after all, even if she had broken those chains.

Kiya wriggled a bit in Michael's grasp, trying to turn and look at the winged neko once Michael had turned to face the new female. It was no use, no matter how he tried to turn or maneuver he couldn't turn much to get another good look at her, he mostly ignored the witch. She seemed to be good at ignoring his words, and he had just told them that they were being watched, it was obvious the winged cat girl that had been watching them. At least it seemed obvious to Kiya. The nekojin sighed lightly. "I've done absolutely nothing wrong, also I don't have any information that would be useful to this man. He's dragging me off to my death." Once again he tried to look at the other woman, his tail twitching nervously. It wasn't all true, he had done nothing wrong, but he did know farm more information than he was willing to admit.

Freedom? Michael wasn't going to lock either of these people away and throw away the key. Sure he was dragging the Neko along, but he was fully prepared to compensate the Neko for his time and troubles as well. Before he could speak, the Neko spoke up from behind him. "I am not dragging anyone to their deaths, and I am not taking anyone's freedoms. Mind your own business." He turned his back to the woman and returned his icy stare to Reseda. "Lead the way," he said, an impatient feeling growing inside him for a moment before being suppressed once again.

"Do you not hear him? You are forcing him to go somewhere he does not want to go and restricting his movement without permission. Clearly you are taking his freedom for following is not his will, if only for a moment. If you release him or can get him to go willingly without threatening him in anyway, I will mind my own buisness..." She said bluntly, appearing momentarily genuinely confused. Did he not see he was restricting the man's movement or the other man's struggles? True, the other neko seemed to be being a bit melodramatic, for if the red head wanted to cause his death he do so effeciently and quickly here, but he was momentarily at least stealing the other man's freedom.

Kala paused a moment with a finger on her lip, appearing rather puzzled to the point of seeming almost childlike despite her definitively womanly body. If the man did not understand she could not hurt him, she had sworn off all that. She would no longer be a weapon of war, a tool of death. Still, how could he not understand? Did he not know that one's will was one's freedom...sometimes one's only freedom? It made no sense to the logical, practical way the inexperienced creature thought. It simply did not fit in the black and white world she knew so it puzzled her greatly as the red head seemed genuine.

Reseda had been puzzling over the other woman's words, finding her conclusion of meaning strange. of course it was also an easy mistake to make when the question had been more for herself then anyone else. The blonde shifted lightly upon her feet, deciding to put aside the winged neko's origins for later. "She does kind of have a point you know. If the, I'm sorry I don't know your name, neko doesn't want to come with us you can't force him." Tugging at her dress a little nervously, the witch watched things unfold a little warily.

Michael hadn't moved from his spot as the woman spoke behind him. When Reseda spoke, a flicker of confusion could be seen in his icy stare. "I am forcing him now. I have him on my shoulder and he cannot move." Clearly he could force the man. Was it not obvious? "I can force people to do anything I want," he said, speaking from experience and logic too. No one had ever been able to stop him from any task his mind was set to.

"I will force you too if you do not take me to the drinking establishment now. I can carry you both easily and will release you when we arrive to give you your payment." Though they wouldn't know what he meant by payment, he did in fact mean cash and protection. They didn't know him well enough yet to know, but with him, they were untouchable.

Kiya's lips parted, he was clearly going to retort in some manner but he stopped. Thinking over what he might say carefully before just blurting it out, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as if he were trying to calm himself. "Clearly none of you know what's going on. It doesn't matter what kind of payment you give us, that Russian guy is going to kill us if he thinks we helped you. I don't know why you can't understand that, he has goons everywhere and hired guns all over the place and all they do is kill people that go nosing about for their boss. I've managed to stay under his radar for a long time and I plan to keep it that way. If you drag me off to that bar, he's going to kill me. He will kill you, and he's going to kill that girl who's stupid honesty told you where to look."

He huffed lightly, and once again tried to look at the winged neko. "No one's questioning your ability to force people, what they're trying to say is, it's not a very nice thing to force someone to do something against their will. Also, it's a violation of a person's personal rights and their freedom." This man Michael and that winged neko were very off, very different. Their lack of understanding simple things like that seemed almost robotic to him, he didn't think the female neko was a robot though. He squirmed a bit, turning his head to look towards the witch. "My name is Kiya." Then the cat's attention was on Michael and he reached up to pull the red head's hair some. "So to summarize, you are dragging us to our death and you are denying me freedom. Understand? Good, now let me down."

Instantly her anger flared at the man's response to his ability to force. Just like the mage, speaking as if people were his play toys to throw around and force beneath his will. As if they were his slaves to order at his will, payment or not..... Beneath her hood her lips parted, her fangs sharp in the moonlight. The wind seemed to howl through the alley slightly and the shadows seemed to shudder like leaves in a soft breeze. Her wings grew and for a moment there was no denying what she had been built to be. She was a weapon, a weapon to fight both the magical and the mundane but her familiar dug in his claws and she regained control.

"this man... sounds like one who does not deserve such power. Release the nekojin and I will help you....Even if you seem not so different from him, using these two...." She said bluntly, her words an angry hiss. The wind had grown still, the shadows no longer shook, but the wave of her anger was nearly tasteable. She looked at the man with disgust, her easily changing mood likely to quell soon but at the moment it was clear she'd rather eat him then help him. He would release the nekojin as long as the nekojin wanted free, or she would fight right here.

It was not that she was particuliarly noble. Such idiologies and concepts were things she had only read about in books. No, she simply could not stand to see such a situation for her own sake. Those who took freedom deserved pain and had to be stopped before they took everyones.... or someday they might attempt to take hers. Such was her simple, black and white way of thinking.

"Not very nice," he repeated. Was he supposed to be nice? He hadn't met many, if any nice people yet, why should he be nice? He set the neko on the ground in front of him and looked down at the man. All this talk of freedom. "Do you think you are free now?" It seemed to him that these people thought that the ability to walk the streets made them "free". That confused him. That didn't make them free, and they were all far from it. He was far from it.

His icy stare moved from the neko to Kala. Another helper. Things were progressing nicely. He looked at the neko again. "You doubt my ability to keep you safe. I assure you, Kiya, no harm can come to you at my side." He watched the neko for a moment, gauging his body temperature and feeling the rhythm of his heart. Kiya was nervous, and Michael could feel the vibrations within himself of the neko's heart each time he lied. He'd lied about what he knew of the Russian.

Michael looked at Kala once again. Maybe the neko's information didn't matter if he had Kala and Reseda. His icy gaze found Reseda once again. "Will you take us there now?" he asked. Was that nice? He was trying to be now anyway.

Honestly Kiya was surprised when Michael set him down, and he could only nod slightly when the red head asked him if he thought he was free now. Sure, he was free of the muscular man's grasp, though that didn't help his lithe form to relax any. There was a bit of fear in Kiya's eyes that he couldn't quite hide, and he nodded again, confirming to Michael with that motion that he did indeed doubt the man's ability to keep him safe. "I don't think you realize what that man is capable of. Once he sets his sights on someone, that person will never be safe again."

Kiya glanced at the winged neko, a slightly grateful look, if she hadn't dropped down and intervened he didn't think he would have gotten out of Michael's grasp. To the witch Kiya sent a slight glare, it was very clear to him that she did not understand how this city worked and further dealings with her and her honesty would get him killed quick. He feared for her, for her safety and her honesty. Such honesty caused more trouble than it was worth, Kiya knew that. He had learned it the hard way when he first came to this place.

That gaze settled on Michael and once the red head's eyes went to Reseda, Kiya bolted. His anxiety had risen a little bit higher right before he bolted, and the nekojin's intention was to run towards the bar and if the Russian was there, warn him. There was no doubt in Kiya's mind that the Russian already knew someone was looking for him though. That man, he had a way of knowing everything that happened in this city. Especially on this street.

Name: Alek (or ARK in some nondescript circles pay them no mind move along now.)
Appearance: Alek is a young lad of approximately 20 years, slender in build and physically nonthreatening. He stands at about 5'3" and wears covering clothing at all times. This mostly consists of long pants, a tan jacket, and a scarf. His hair is unruly and black, constantly in a state of mess as it cannot seem to be tamed. Alek would be able to pass for human were it not for his eyes; bright blue pupils, the surface of which is crisscrossed with the telltale signs of advanced circuitry. Alek's left shoulder blade is branded unprofessionally by a jagged sun symbol with the letters 'A R K' branded just beneath. Around Alek's left wrist is a skin tight bracelet tag that states his status as an owned droid. This prevents him from being recycled and having his various bits re-purposed into newer models.
Biography and Personality: Being a (rather old) housekeeping model of helper droid, Alek is naturally submissive and quiet, referring to everyone he communes with as either 'sir' or 'madame' as to the other's preference. While submissive and quiet (as per model standards) Alek is not above speaking his mind when the situation calls often to the surprise of those he's communicating with. While his thought processes and emotional programming don't call for much outside of serving and being pleasant, Alek has started to develop his own thoughts and emotions outside of his programming. Sometimes he experiences moments of uncharacteristic violence, becoming cold, distant, and vicious. The cause of this is unknown to Alek as these outbursts are almost always deleted from his memory banks. Alek's current owner is mystery to all including Alek. He provides a simple apartment and weekly stipend for the droid and keeps the information on the tag around his wrist up to date. He currently holds a job as a bartender and waiter, being particularly gifted at serving. He doesn't find it at all strange that the bar seems to be seedy and involved in various illegal activities.

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The situation with the new customer seemed to getting out of hand. Not only had he managed to bump into a regular, things had quickly escalated to the point where Alek wasn't sure he could handle it anymore. He wasn't a fighter. He quickly ran through scenarios, twitching and picking at any probabilities that he could do. He found none. Except for the 'politely ask everyone to settle down' scenario that would most likely get him shot at and possibly damaged to the point of mandatory shut down. And while he was well past his expiration date he had no real intention of shutting down within the foreseeable future. Without much other option Alek moved forward toward the surrounded man (artificial, most likely a droid of some sort he couldn't possibly mistake such a signal) hands lifted.

"U-um," he started, voice nervous and holding an electric undertone. "Please sirs. I'm sure we can all settle this civilly. No need for violence." He lifted gloved hands, dressed in his uniform of a simple dress shirt, black slacks, black vest, well oiled shoes, and durable gloves. They were covering and it was the only reason he had agreed to wear them. "Surely we can discuss this? Maybe over a few drinks?" He had moved quietly and quickly to the side of the fallen regular, quickly scanning him for any injuries. The wrist seemed fine, a sprain. There had been no audible indication that a break had occurred so a simple sprain or fracture was possible. Either way Alek would have to get someone in here for medical attention. And he had no intention of interrupting his boss' meeting.

(If I am getting anything wrong, anything at all, feel free to slap me around and tell me so!)

(I'm guessing you're refering to the situation with my charrie? Lol, the only thing that I have to say is the guy didn't fall when Exavier bumped into him. He only spilt his drink on his suit.)

Exavier looked at the other male as he came over to them. Senses indicated that he was mechanical in some of the ways that Exavier himself was. The difference was their type and their year. Exavier was much more recent and up to date as an AI, but that did not mean the other was useless to him. He believed that everyone had their purpose and place in life. Seemed the other's was here. The man looked at both of them, before tossing the cloth napikin he had been using at Exavier "stupid machines" he says, snapping. His men follow him back deeper into the building. Exavier catches the cloth quite easily, and looks it over for a moment. Why had the guy thrown it at him? He had seen what he recognized as the emotion of anger, and it made him curious as to why and to investigate more. He looked up at the scene, people drinking and dancing, as well as some more physical activities. He tilted his head, before reguarding the other male once more.

"I'm sorry, I did not mean to intrude or to cause trouble. I merely was curious as to....this" he says, motioning with a slight move of his head towards the activity in the bar. "Tell me, what is this place? What is its' purpose exactly?" he was curious, and as a naturally developing AI, his programing pushed him to want to learn and grow, constantly developing and evolving. He did not understand all of this, for it only felt like fun to him, a problem that needed to be solved, or a question to be answered. He smiled, and looked at the other again as he waited for an answer. He seemed nice, but there was something about him. It would not be polite to do a full scan without permission, and he had found that asking bluntly if he could scan someone was not always met with a positive reaction. For now, he decided to keep his thoughts to himself.

(Haha sorry! And yes, I was referring to yours. I need to not try doing anything at 2 AM it always ends in silliness and mistakes...)

Alek watched as the regular left, lowering his gloved hands to his side before turning to the new customer with a pleasant and small smile. "Oh it is no problem, sir," he said, bowing his head lightly. "This is what most sentient organisms refer to as a bar. It's purpose is to mostly entertain them. Though, to be completely honest, I am not quite sure why they wish to poison themselves. Alcohol does a number on most organisms, but seems to be pleasurable to them. It is...quite confounding." He blinked up at the other, biting his lip and looking away with a slight hum. He wasn't sure really if the other cared. While he felt a familiarity and natural closeness to the other, he was sure it was mostly his own programming trying to connect with the other's more advanced coding. It wasn't working. "Well, if there is anything else you require, sir, feel free to simply ask! If you would like to place an order, I'd be happy get it for you! Just sit at the bar or any open booth and I'll be by to take it, sir." He was running programming now, simply moving down into the require dialogue and personality for this job. Smile, offer him a seat, take his order, always smile, and be polite. All too natural for him. Although the man who owned this place did not own him, it was natural serving any person or thing that came through those doors.

Entering the back room Syd set the tray of mixed drinks and waters on a small side table. She nodded to the man who'd ordered them. He'd have to distribute them since he was the one who knew who they belonged to. Syd's natural curiosity had her moving slowly, trying to pick up bits of the meeting. The Russian man was speaking English but his accent was heavy and it made hearing his words hard.

They had a ship docked at the harbor. It was dropping off weapons and machines and picking up girls. The girls who's gone missing over the last month! Did he mean more AI machines? She was standing there out of place by the door when the Russian stopped speaking. He looked at Syd and it caused her skin to crawl and her breath to catch.

She gave him another thumbs up and he nodded and she slipped out the door. Thank the heavens she'd pulled that off. Near the bar was Alek and another man. A regular was moving away from them angrily. She raised an eyebrow but paid the show no mind. At least whatever happened hadn't become an all out bar brawl. Two nights in a row they'd gone without a brawl and Syd was hoping to keep it that way. She'd keep an eye on the newcomer and try to make sure he didn't start any trouble with any more of the regulars.

Syd moved to stand behind the bar once again, pushing some of the long messy blonde pink streaked hair from her face and straightening out her fishnet half shirt. She reapplied her red lipstick in the reflection of a bottle of liquor and leaned against the shelving, annoyed. Her shift was over but she was stuck here until the "secret meeting" was done. She supposed she needed to take her place at the back room door again. Syd groaned, moving slowly in a childish pout all the way to the back room where she leaned against the jam and crossed her arms. This job sucked. Then again, all of her jobs sucked.

(( I'm waiting on Papi to post with Mikey :) ))

He found it interesting, the components of what the people were drinking did contain ingredients that would deffinetly be harmful to their beings. It was puzzling indeed, but they seemed fond of it. He did not know quite what to do now, he did not want to offend the other but he was curious about the people and the establishment. He looked around him once more, nodding when the other reverted back to what he guessed was his usual form. He paused for a moment, then looked back at him. "Do you mind?" he reaches over, lightly taking his hand. Pressing his against the other's palms flat against eachother he looked at their hands fir a moment. The sensers and circuts in the tips of his fingers that allowed for better analyzing with what he was touching reached out slightly to the other's but to little avail. He might not have had the same circuts, or the glove was in the way. Either way, he supposed it looked odd, for a few people glanced over. He gave a slight bow, and then moved passed him, and allowed his eyes to move over more of the area as he walked, taking in the sights and attempting to process them. He noticed a few doors leading off, and his eyes recognized the presence of heat signatures behind them. There were people inside, he moved closer, curious as to why people would need rooms such as these.

(XD the hand thing for some reason came to me when I saw a tarzan comercial XD)

Quite honestly Reseda knew next to nothing about the Russian man and his underworld connections, all she knew was that there were people in that bar who might have that information. Was that really enough to get her into a life or death situation? She smiled to herself. There were ways other then the regular ones to protect oneself, and those who might be sent after her could run into a very nasty surprise indeed. But that was for much later, if the opportunity ever arose.

Yes I'll show you th ... Hey Kiya, where do you think you're running off to?" There was something odd about that cat running off towards the very place she was supposed to guide them. Maybe he knew a lot more then he'd been letting on before. In any event, the witch didn't intend on stopping his flight. It was Kiya's choice after all. Even so she began to follow him, and motioned for the others to do so as well at a more sedate pace until they had reached the bar.

Michael felt the spike in the neko's heart rate. He could almost hear the neko's very muscles tensing. When he bolted, Michael assessed the situation and weighed his options. He could chase the neko, knowing the man was lying and hiding something, and leave these two behind. Or he could use these two and let the neko go. Two for one, or keep the two and let one go? He could always throw these two over his shoulders and catch the neko, easily.

He looked from Reseda to Kala. They did not like their "freedoms" taken in such a way. He looked back to Reseda when she spoke. He nodded slightly and picked up a walk to match hers, walking beside her. He hoped he was making the right choice by letting the two women walk on their own. If they bolted too, he'd have no choice but to use force.

The bar was half a block down on the corned of the adjacent street. They were there in no time at all. He stood outside the door to assess the situation once again. If the women had any questions they could ask them now. Otherwise, he stood still as stone, feeling and listening to the establishment.

Kiya didn't glance behind him and it really didn't take him long to reach the bar. Though he knew, or rather, assumed he was being followed. He slipped in the front door and maneuvered his way past people that were milling about and being drunk. For half a moment Kiya glanced towards the bar, as if contemplating stopping for a shot or two, a slight shake of his head and soon he was standing in front of the door. The door that he knew the Russian would be behind, if the man was here. Kiya thought he might be, since there was a guard out front..well..a woman. She worked here, so she didn't really count as a guard in his mind. "Move it lady, I need to get in there."

He did glance over his shoulder now, expecting the others to burst in at any moment. His tail twitched nervously and his ears flicked this way and that, trying to pick out the distinct noises of the people he had tried to leave behind. There was desperation and fear in his eyes. "Trouble's coming." He spoke the words quietly, almost as if he were speaking a secret password. He wasn't, he didn't know any secret passwords, well none that would gain him access to this room should the woman refuse him entrance.

Alek blinked, mild shock and confusion crossing his face as his hand was grabbed and placed against the other. He blinked for moment, tilting his head at the sight of their palms pressed together. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped, something within the farthest recesses of his programming sparking and whirring and blocking receptors. His senses dulled for a moment, the numbness creeping through his limbs. When the other pulled away he felt his sensors and external nerves flare back to life, causing a slight shudder to course through his frame. It had prevented invasion. From what he wasn't sure. It could have been a harmless scan but the mystery program had reacted to prevent it. He shook his head before going back to his work, plastering a small smile on his face before returning to his duty as waiter, taking orders and quietly slipping back to the bar to fill them out. Syd was no longer back there. He didn't blame her, her shift being over and all. Though he wouldn't be above asking her help should the orders come in too fast. He barely registered another entering the bar and slipping toward the back. Didn't even realize the other droid move back there.

Kala watched the exchange in silence, gathering as much as she could about the situation. She did not know much but it was clear the neko was under another's control. She had feared a master enough once to know the emotion, though those memories were rather blurry. When her full soul had emerged the fear had vanished and been replaced with an odd calm as well as a simple conclusion. If her life held no meaning to her master, then his held none to hers. If he would treat her as an equal, she would do the same. She was fairly simple in that way, when treated as an equal she returned the favor.... when treated as lesser she would treat you as a bug to be squashed.

"Now he has been given what freedom he had, the freedom of choice even if he has made the wrong one I suspect. To run to a master is to run to worse then death...... but you have done as I asked so I shall keep my word and fight until this Russian is destroyed." She said simply, apparently having decided the Russian was one such bug to be squashed. She touched a blue jewel that sat on her cowl and whispered a simple spell. Soon her appearance shifted slightly. Her wings became mere tattoos on her back and her cat like features disappeared... though her nails seemed still sharper then they should. A chameleon spell to blend in even if her scent did not change.

She followed the scent of the other cat being now, only half paying attention to the other two. She had a feeling the master he had chosen was the Russian, or he would not show such fear. She shook her head and sighed softly at the thought. Her familiar muttered something about some people needing masters but her only response was to give the familiar a warning look. The feline familiar became silent but it looked at Kala sadly. It looked at her as one would a stubborn child, determined to change the world.

Syd had moved from sulking to studying her black nail polish. She did prefer other colors most of the time, but black seemed to match her lifestyle now. It also helped make her look to have a tough outer skin, which she did have, most of the time. Snapping into a more alert mode when she caught the site of a man running towards her Syd stepped directly in front of the door.

The man before her, a neko, he seemed familiar. She'd seen him on her way home from time to time. He was a street walker. She frowned at his words. Why on Earth would he need in there? Did he know who was in there? "No," she said, "I'm not moving, I can't let you in there. I can't let anyone in. Orders." She said the words sternly but gave a sort of shrug at the end as if to say she normally wouldn't have given a shit if the neko wanted in, but this was an order from the boss, and that meant she'd be in big trouble if she let anyone in.

Then he spoke again. "What do you mean trouble?" Uhg, this night was just getting worse and worse. Not only could she not go home after her shift ended an hour ago, but now trouble, too? She needed a new line of work, she needed a new city. Syd knew though that those things weren't options for her now, not now that she was working for... the boss. Whoever he may be.

((I'm holding off on Michael, I want to see what Kiya says. As far as Michael knows, Gregori isn't even in there, so fiasco may be avoided. But you all know me, and it probably won't be, lol.))

Kiya kept his voice low, his tail twitching nervously behind him. "Someone was asking questions on the street about the Russian." Still Kiya wasn't entirely certain the Russian was in that room, but with a guard posted out front, he wasn't sure who else could be in there. "Some one else pointed him in this direction and he's probably already at the front door. So either you let me in, or you go warn the Ruski and his friends." A small shiver ran down his spine, Kiya had a feeling that somehow he might end up taking the blame for this whole situation. He looked over his shoulder and fidgeted a bit. It seemed Kiya had chosen this side, though it was most likely the wrong side, in his eyes it was more dangerous to side against the Russian than with.