[Sadrain]

November 21st, Knoxville.

Ryan rushed in, but after few steps came to a halt. His gaze quickly swept trough the room, not paying much attention to most of the details, but each of them were recorded in his memory and later on, he would often return to them. As it stopped at the girl, he mentally cursed. He had expected... Well, he was not sure what he had expected - all of this mission seemed too strange -, but certainly not a limp body he would have to carry around. Then again, if she struggled, it would not make it much easier.

Cautiously, he went to the table-bed. When no alarm rang, he sighed in relief. Then, quickly started pull off nodes. Again, he felt relief as this caused no sound that would alarm the guards. This felt far too easy, not counting the guards. After a moment of doubt, man decided to leave the mask in place. Sudden waking and screaming could give them away. Ryan picked up the young girl and put over his shoulders. She was rather light, but the limp posture made it uncomfortable. His invisibility field blinked and he cursed. With one hand, he managed to pull hood over his head, to shadow his face, in case he had to "let go" of it.

Taking a deep breath, he went to the doors, then into the corridor. Much to his luck, the nearest guards did not have heat sensors and he could sneak past them. But, further, it did not go so smooth. Not too long after, he had 3 guards on his tail and Ryan set up a partial shield to reflect the attacks. But with that, his pace slowed down. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his breath was heavy. For a moment, he considered dropping the extra weight and just fleeing, to save his life, but he realized - his employer would dispose of him at first chance and... It felt like it would be throwing sleeping sheep in the middle of hungry wolf pack.

Taking an unexpected turn, he managed to gain distance from chasers, and escape the building. Ryan ran to the fence, replaced reflecting field with lifting one and in that moment, something hit him in left shoulder. Both fields blinked and they nearly fell back to the ground, but man regained his composure, and leaped over the top of the fence. He landed rather unsuccessfully, but managed to keep the girl on top of him. Now bruised, limping and with bleeding arm, he fled to where he had hidden his vehicle. The moment he started it up, he heard guards reach the opposite end of alley. Bowing down - bullet whistled over his head - he put all his energy into speeding out on the full street and off into the night, beyond their grasp.

November 22nd, Knoxville.

Ryan groaned in pain as he began cleaning his wound. Bullet was still in and he was preparing to take it out. The lamp kept flickering, giving little light in the dark and cold room, it was 2am after all. His eyes switched to the white form on the mattress. They had reached the abandoned building about an hour ago, so, she should soon become conscious. He hadn't tied her, maybe not the right choice, just put her to sleep and covered with blanket. Man grunted again, as the tool went into the wound.