They moved swiftly from their cars into the building. Six men all armed. Eyes stared at them in surprise and voices shouted after them but their ears didn't listen. There was little time for them to act and there was no room for failure. No invitations were required as they continued to press through the building despite the attempts of security guards to stop them. With the slightest push they drove all resistance away; all of those that retreated were wise. Some guards took the first warning to leave lightly and ended up regretting it later. They found themselves struck with a weapon that could only be likened to a baton, aside from the fact that it was shorter and thinner, which immobilised them on the ground. Once they had recovered from the blow they recovered the sense to accept when they had been defeated. Only one man dared to suffer the blows of these intruders for the sake of an explanation, he was none other than Lucien LaCroix.

His temper almost pushed to its uppermost limit, LaCroix stormed after the men that had ignored his repeated requests for an explanation. Pushing himself through to the head of the group he was faced with a stranger. His cold blue eyes burned into the other man's and his mouth curled back in anger. He barely managed to maintain his composure as he pointed an accusatory finger at the man and made a sweeping motion with his arm. At his full height he was a daunting figure but the man made no reaction to this action. His face remained a mere mask of emotionless features centred on pale blue eyes that stared blankly as if they were a canvas waiting to be painted.

Angered still further LaCroix shouted, "You will leave immediately!"

"I'm afraid we can't do that," The man responded his voice as bland as his face, "We're under orders to extract someone from here and accept no interference."

"I don't care! Forget your orders and leave now while you still can."

"Your threats mean nothing. We will carry out our orders."

As if to prove his point the man proceeded to push past LaCroix but found his progress stopped suddenly by a hand that held him roughly by the collar. Expecting his attacker to be the man that he had just rebuked he was very surprised to see his collar being held by a very different and bigger hand. Connected to that hand was a face he knew well. As soon as he felt his collar being released he turned around fully and faced his assailant.

"Ché," The man stated with less animation than that with which he had spoken to LaCroix, "I wondered where you were."

"Enough of that, Elias. What brings the Network here?"

"You know very well. It would have worked better for you if you'd contacted us when you knew there was a problem. We had to hear it from someone else, someone who took great care to make sure we knew your exact whereabouts."

"Greta?"

Elias shook his head, "You know I can't tell you that, Ché. Even if I could we don't have time for chit chat. We're under orders."

"What kind of orders?"

Instead of answering Elias turned on his heel and strode over to the room to which he had been heading before being interrupted. Only two of his men had managed to squeeze around the obstruction in the corridor and joined him as he pushed his way through its door. For a few seconds he studied the scene that greeted him before motioning to his men to step out of the room and guard the door while he spoke to the two very confused and surprised looking people inside.

With the door closed Elias stepped over to the two, "Don't be concerned. I'm a friend as are the men with me. We're here to take you home."

"I'm not going anywhere with anyone unless it's Ché."

"You must be Kit." Elias said in a tone that required no correction.

Kit's eyes narrowed, "How do you know that?"

"We have our sources. You are free to leave with Ché if you wish; it's Robyn that concerns us."

"There's one problem with that, Robyn goes nowhere without me."

Pursing his lips Elias stared at a spot on the wall for some moments before turning his eyes back to Kit, "Then you have no choice in the matter. Ché is an old…friend of mine and he will assure you that you are safe with us. Either way, we're leaving tonight. You're in grave danger, you must come with us."

"Cain?"

"Your police friends failed to find him after Ché did his bit. As far as we know he is still alive and will be waiting to attack you again, this time he may not be willing to mess around."

Despite all that had happened Robyn took this news well, her composure barely changed as if it were news that she had expected. Silently and without trepidation she took Kit's hand and squeezed it before walking towards Elias, with no choice Kit joined her.

With this silent agreement made between both parties Kit and Robyn found themselves conveyed out of the club and into the darkness.

After saying their goodbyes and thanking LaCroix, Janette for their help and agreeing to meet Ché back in Lazytown, they were led to a car and sat in the back seat before two men climbed in the front seats and started the car. One of the men introduced themselves as Radboud and he introduced his colleague as Sami. After explaining that another car would be following along ahead, one of which would hold Elias. They were to head straight to the airport to a jet that had been set up; it would take them both safely back to Greentown airport where further cars would be waiting to take them the rest of the way home. To reassure both Kit and Robyn that they were safe, Radboud showed them a fully loaded gun should any problems arise. With a full explanation provided and a radio message telling them to proceed Sami pulled the car onto the road and they headed off on their journey.

As they drove through the darkness they were surprised to see how quiet the roads were. It was late at night but they had both seen the business of the city around them in the days before the attack. As disturbing as the change was it offered them an opportunity to look out of the windows at the buildings they could see. Every now and then they would turn their vision to the men sitting in front of them, these two men were their guardians and they hoped that they were as able to protect them as they had said.

It was protection they would soon use as something leapt from a shadowy recess in a building they were passing and landed on the roof of the car.