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    "Chances are this will be a dry run like all the rest. But if any of you do find a girl... Do. Not. Harm. Her," Robb commanded coldly, eyeing the gang members with him. "I'll have no sadistic losers beating anyone up here, and keep your hands to yourself even if you have other intentions too. It's up to the Boss who gets the girls," the young Remanari commander turned back and stalked into the streets, his handsome face, which was still so even as cold and hard as it also was, turned away from the sun above.


    Sansa didn't even know where she was going, she didn't know the territories like some did. She kept to the shadows and indoors wherever she could, his gray eyes scanning her surroundings constantly, always alert for danger.

    "Want to play martyr? Grah! Fine. I'm no knight in shining armor, though don't tell Chryis that," Jarek replied with a head shake and a grunt of pure agitation, though he quickly made his way back into an alley, ignoring the four bullets that whizzed past him as he did. He opened the side door, the one that led into the apartment, and took the steps up two at a time, desperate to get to Chryis and the kids before the soldiers took the building.

    Robb gazed dispassionately at the girl who had just knocked down half his squad like a bunch of nine pins. Granted, "half his squad" was only three men, but it was still impressive. He side-stepped into the girl's path as she ran, cold gray eyes focused purely on her, but of his handgun swinging in a sideways motion towards her. Either it hit, hard, or it didn't hit at all, she wouldn't get away. Two more men were behind him, and he would at least slow her down. In theory. Hrmm. Or perhaps he would have to suffer through a chase.

    Jarek swung open the door and made a "Come on!" gesture. "We don't got time for powdering your nose or whatever, sweetheart, we've got guys packing serious heat outside. I'd have to have the whole Eclipse out here to hope to beat these suckers, so I'd suggest we get a move on," the Eclipse leader stated hurriedly, glancing out a window nervously. He didn't want these guys anywhere near his fami-... Err, these three. Yeah. That's what he was gonna say. Eh.

    Robb threw himself backwards, into the girl, aiming to send them both toppling, ending with him on top of her. She would not be getting away. Judging by how hard she was fighting, she would make an excellent female for the Remanari... Although, his father intended Robb himself to have her, if he managed to catch her. Sh*t. He would be able to do it, he would have to.

    Jarek picked Cayle up obediently, carrying the five year-old as easily as most others could carry a toaster. He followed her out, wincing at the sound of continued gunfire from outside. Who the bloody hell were these guys? Eh, it didn't matter. He would bring the full might of the Eclipse down on their heads, see how their little rocket launchers did then.

    "One of you idiots brought rope, I assume?" Robb's voice was rough, as most of his concentration was spent on spinning around and holding the girl down. She wasn't weak by any means, but long hours at weights, doing push-ups, and other such exercises had paid off. One of the gang members nodded and brought out a length of plastic twine. "That will work. I'll hold her, you bind her," the Remanari Commander instructed. "My father will not want her blemished, but I'd rather she get a little red around the wrists than watch her escape, make it as tight as you need to," he further instructed.

    "Err..." Jarek hesitated for a moment. The last time Chryis had been where he intended to take them all now... No, he would trust her to trust him. If she had forgiven him, then she must have gotten over what had happened there. "The Mansion, actually. With the number of these guys, brute force is better than skulking and hiding," he pointed out as they left the building through the side door. "I can carry Leyko too, you know," Jarek offered, noticing the wince of pain.

    Robb grunted as her elbow struck him in the side, but he retained his position, with some difficulty. "Calm down. No ones going to hurt you, so long as you quiet down. Heh, who am I kidding? You'd happily blow my brains out. Bind her feet as well, carrying her is sounding like a more attractive option. And if any of you drop her? I will drop you as well. Off the Empire State Building. Get on with it," with the last directed at the man with the rope, who had now reached them and was bending down to do the deed. Robb loosened his hold slightly and used one arm to drag one of her arms behind her back. Or, at least, he was attempting to, though he knew full well she had an opportunity to break loose right here. It wouldn't matter. She was surrounded now.

    Robb's eyes flicked between the members several times before snorting. "I'll carry her, then. I'm sure my father will be pleased to learn you were scared when you outnumbered her seven to one, idiots," he growled, picking the girl up and hauling her over his shoulder. She would have to be capable of bending fully in half in order to bite him, though she could wriggle like a fish. Ugh, that would be annoying. Funny as all hell, though, though you wouldn't catch him laughing in anyone's life-time. "At least I'm sure not to drop her, the rest of you would do it out of spite," he snarled at them, obviously furious for some reason. It wasn't actually them, it was the prospect of being forced to take on a girl. It went against everything... But he had no choice, did he? Argh.

    As they crossed into traditional Eclipse territory, Jarek nodded to himself slightly and muttered under his breath every so often. "There. That's the bank... Used to be a B of A, Bank of America, that is, that's where the secret entrance to the former compound was," Jarek nodded at the building as they passed it.

    "One of you touches her again, I shoot you myself," Robb told the group casually. That was more his father's sentiment than his, though judging by what these guys would do to her, it was actually in Robb's best interests as well. The girl would not be harmed while under his protection. The group started back toward the Remanari headquarters, the gray vistas of the city passing above, before, and behind them. "I should warn you, my father can be... A little intense. Pull the sh*t you pulled with us, and he'll happily beat it out of you," Robb felt honor-bound to warn the girl. He almost hoped she would respond with some sarcastic comment, that would even more thoroughly prove she was worth it.

    The Mansion's bulk loomed ahead of them, dark and brooding in it's entirety. A few windows has light pouring forth, but the majority of the mansion was deep in shadow. "Let me go first. They see you coming but not me, might be they'll shoot first, ask questions later," Jarek suggested, circling around Chryis to take the lead.

    Robb's cold gaze turned to regard the new girl. "Another one?" he sounded genuinely surprised at this. "Sh*t. The one time I have to... In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a little busy here, so get her you idiots!" he ordered incredulously when the men all stood around gaping at the girl, shocked by her sudden appearance. These men were a few knives short of a full set, that was certain. Robb was almost hoping this second girl escaped, he did not want to have to take on two at once. The Remanari men fanned out on either side of the new, Russian girl, unholstering handguns and a few stunners. Why hadn't they gotten those out when they had been fighting the one on Robb's shoulder? Imbeciles.

    Jarek slammed his fist against the door a few times, just to make sure they heard. A slot in the front door opened up, but the gang member didn't even say anything, his eyes just widened and he immediately closed the slot and opened the door. "Welcome back, sir," he saluted, which Jarek returned lazily. "Steady on, we need to get the munchkins and the pretty girl settled in for awhile, yeah?" the Eclipse leader grinned at the man as he entered.

    OOC: Yeah, I was sorta figuring, but I was putting it off because Robb really doesn't want to do that.


    IC: Robb sighed as he dropped the girl right down onto the pavement. She was still bound hand and foot, which gave him time to do this... He removed a Ziploc bag, opened it, and removed the handcloth inside. "I really didn't want to have to send you under," he sighed as he crouched beside her, keeping his footing firm in-case she tried to wriggle him to death or something. Sleeping gas imbued into cloth wasn't as instantly effective as a blow to the head, but he was not going to hit her. Robb nodded to the one Remanari gangster who had stayed behind to guard Robb and the girl, and the man kneeled down as well and helped hold her down as Robb placed the cloth of her mouth. "Father will be so pleased," he stated sarcastically, gray eyes focused on Fey intently.

    "Heya, Houston. We were just running from the-..." Jarek did a double take and turned back to his former lieutenant. "Dude! It's good to see you again!" the Eclipse leader grinned ear to ear and made as if to hug the guy, but then remembered the - now sleeping - kid in his arms. Jarek kissed Cayle's fore-head and settled him down carefully onto the couch, murmuring, "Gonna set you down now buddy," even though Cayle couldn't hear him just now. Then he turned to Houston with a silly grin. "I thought you left when I got iced?" Jarek cocked his head slightly. That was what Sarge had led him to believe, at least.

    Robb ground his teeth together, hard, and picked the girl up again, once again over the shoulder. "You stubborn girl," he muttered as he rose, girl and all. Women were the gentler sex, he was supposed to protect them, not capture them and truss them up like chickens to the slaughter. Well, "gentler sex" had to be taken liberally with girls like this, but it still held true.