The stupid butt-grabber screamed and turned to run out.

However, just as he turned, he stumbled and fell down, screaming even louder. One could see him clutching his leg, and saw that there was something protruding from behind his knee. It had pierced through and his knee cap was shattered. Stan went forward to help him but fell back unconscious as a huge bump started to form on his forehead and a snow globe rolled away.

[Good shot, Kay] Kyle praised.

Kay's hands shook a bit but she was steady. She had thrown the thin blade at the guy who had tried to escape, but the bump in the forehead was Kyle's doing. He had grabbed the first thing he could and it just happened to have been a small snow globe on the coffee table beside the sofa.

Kyle focused entirely on the five men that were in the room.

Five big, bulky men.

They stared at him, and started cracking their knuckles, ignoring the wailing butt-grabbing guy and the unconscious Stan. Luckily, the office outside was sound-proof, as Kazuya tended to have too much fun in his room. One can't really work with all the screams and grunting, right?

The men walked over towards Kyle and Kay, their faces showing grins as they studied the two in front of them.

Kyle watched them approach and took off his shirt, as he needed the freedom of movement. Having the torn shirt flapping around would hinder it.

"Man, such a pretty boy," one said, wiping his mouth as he watched Kyle do an unintentional striptease, "When Dick said the Boss wanted us to break someone, he didn't say he would be this good looking."

"Come to Papa, baby," another said, rubbing his bulge, "We'll take really,really good care of you."

Kyle didn't say a word, but walked over to the wheelchair and put on his shoes. His fingers slipped under the soles and took out two small blades unnoticed and palmed them. He put his hands in his pockets, then gestured to Kay to sit down.

[Kay, close your eyes for me, okay?]

Kay did so obediently. The moment she did, Kyle moved.

He was so fast that the five guys weren't prepared at all when he was suddenly in between them. He grabbed one guy by the throat, crushing his windpipe with his bare hands while at the same time, he lashed out with a vicious side kick towards another's windpipe. Crushing it as well.

Kyle was seriously pissed off.

He could end this quickly just by using the knives, but he had pent-up frustrations to release. Having to sit still while that butt-grabber felt up Kay made him so agitated that he almost lost it. Having that pig caress his face then touch his chest made him want to punch him in the face. So feeling the bones being crushed under his hand and foot was very satisfying.

Those two just gasped like fish that had been taken out of the water and they fell, dead.

Kyle didn't stop, using the momentum from the side kick to twirl around. He gave a chop to the side of the neck of the guy that had been slightly behind him. The force of it was so strong that the guy fell down, gasping for air.

In that split second, one guy jumped on Kyle from behind, grabbing Kyle's neck and held it in a choke hold.

Kyle immediately placed his left foot behind while bending his knees, while giving his attacker a sharp jab to the ribs. The sharp pain made his hold on Kyle's neck loosen, and Kyle bent further down to a 90 degrees angle.

By doing so, the attacker was unable to get a firm grip on his neck any longer. With his head lowered, Kyle turned towards his left, turning 180 degrees so that he was now facing his attacker. Immediately after the turn, Kyle gave two heavy consecutive strikes to the groin, making his attacker double over in pain.

Kyle punched him in the ribs again, harder this time, by releasing a sudden burst of power just as his punch connected. He followed up this punch immediately with his other hand straight to the side of the attacker's jaw. Kyle could even feel the bones being crushed from the force of his punch, dislocating the jaw in the process as well.

The guy fell back, unconscious, his mouth gaping open.

Kyle turned quickly, in a fighting stance, to face the last two guys ... only to see that they had retreated further back into the room and was even at the doorway to get away from him.

Seeing this, Kyle gave a smirk.

He stood up straight, cracking his neck and loosening his shoulders before nonchalantly putting his hands in his pockets. When the two guys saw that Kyle didn't seem like he was going to attack, they grinned to themselves. Their eyes darted to the open door, and they looked at each other before looking back at Kyle.

They froze.

Kyle was just standing there, several feet away, but they suddenly felt like Death was descending upon them. They couldn't move. He just gave them a slow smile, then flicked his wrists and they barely saw something whiz by and then, a sharp pain ... they looked down and saw a long, thin blade right where their heart was, blood spreading like a flower blooming on their shirt.

Both bodies fell back, dead.

Kyle leisurely walked over to the butt-grabbing guy that was now just whimpering in fear on the floor. He stomped on the guy's wrists with the heel of his shoe, breaking it. After that, he stepped on the fingers and crushed each one slowly, grinding the heel of his shoe on them. Kyle's face was impassive as the guy screamed in pain as Kyle did the same for the other hand.

Once done, he kicked the guy in the face until he was unconscious.

Kyle retrieved the two thin blades in the bodies of the guys and sliced the neck of the last guy (with the dislocated jaw), leaving Stan alone. He wiped off the blood on the shirt of the guy then returned the blades into its hiding place under the soles of his shoes.

"You can open your eyes now, Kay," Kyle said softly, kissing the top of her head.

Just then, Nitocris walked in, sighing and shaking his head at all the dead bodies around. So much blood to clean up. He looked at Kyle, and Kyle just shrugged.

"I left two alive," Kyle said.

Nitocris answered, "But you completely destroyed the hands of one guy. He's useless now."

Kyle shrugged, not bothering to explain.

The guy touched Kay, so he didn't need his hands anymore. Let's see how he can survive ... a useless thief. Death would have been too good for him. Living was harder. Kyle spared Stan for Stan had stopped the guy from doing more to Kay.

"How did you escape from the ropes?" Kay asked curiously as Kyle and Nitocris carried Kazuya to put him on the wheelchair.

"I just flexed my muscles as they were tying me up. So it wasn't tied tightly," Kyle explained, "Easy to slip out of."

Kyle wheeled Kazuya over to the bedroom door that was behind the office, "I bet Kazuya never thought his secret lift would be used to slip him out."

There were two more reasons why this was the best method to use to get Kazuya.

One, the knock-out gas would not affect him so he would be conscious the whole time. Two, the secret lift would allow them to escape undetected, so there was no need to risk exposure and capture when they went out.

When Kyle tried to open the bedroom door however, he found that it was locked.

"May must still be in there," Nitocris said as he went over with a key.

Nitocris was surprised for he thought Kazuya would have killed her once he received news that Kay was caught. He never kept the old when he got a new one.

"May?" asked Kay curiously.

"His pet," Nitocris explained as he unlocked the door.

Pet? Kay couldn't fathom that such a person would actually have a pet. However, once she walked through the door, she gasped and understood.

There, waiting on the bed and sitting quietly, was a young girl completely naked. She had a collar on and the leash was tied to the bedpost. She actually looked disappointed when it was them walking through.

"Master?" she managed to whimper out.

Kay grabbed Kyle's arm, looking at him pleadingly. Kyle sighed.

"We shouldn't," Kyle said, "We can't be saving every single person that we come across when we are on a mission."

Nitocris went to the bedside table, totally ignoring May as he revealed a hidden panel. He pressed a button and a section of the wall opened up, revealing a lift door with a keypad on it. Nitocris keyed in a code and the doors opened.

The lift could only be accessed from this room. Thus, they could escape using it but they couldn't use it to enter the room. Only Nitocris knew about the existence of this lift, as Kazuya didn't trust anyone else. So long as he had that leverage over Nitocris, he had no fear of the latter betraying him.

His fatal flaw.

"I'm not asking you to save the world," Kay said in a low voice, "Just her. We're already going out the secret lift so there's no added danger, right? I wouldn't ask otherwise."

Kyle stared at his sister in the eyes and noticed her steely determination, "So if it was a risk, you would be fine if I left her behind?"

"No, I wouldn't be fine but I would accept it," Kay replied.

Kyle nodded, satisfied and patted Kay's shoulder. He walked over to May slowly, and she skitted over to the other side of the bed.

Kay was right in that there was no added danger to rescue May at this time. Unlike the previous time when he had to abandon the boy, this time, there was an opportunity to save the girl. Though if it wasn't for Kay, he would have still left her behind. Thinking about this, Kyle realised that he has gotten more jaded and wondered if his humanity was slowly being eroded.

He pushed that thought aside, thinking of dealing with it at another time. For now, there were things to do and they had to do it quickly.

"It's okay, May," Kyle said softly, gently, letting his voice be calm as he approached her. While it sounded like normal, Kyle infused certain tones to his voice, which hit at May's subconscious part of the mind. Kay gestured to Nitocris to close his ears and though puzzled, he did so.

"Everything is fine. You're fine. You're feeling a bit tired though, aren't you? So tired. So sleepy. Your body feels so light and cannot move. Your eyelids are getting heavy ... and heavier ... you just want to close your eyes and sleep. It's nice and warm, so cozy. So peaceful. That's it ... it's okay. Sleep. Close your eyes ..."

May slowly closed her eyes and then, fell asleep. Kyle reached over behind her and pressed a few acupuncture points. He lay her on the bed and taking out the bedsheets, wrapped her up in it. She looked like a tortilla.

"You're taking her with us?" Nitocris asked the obvious.

Kyle merely shrugged.

"Fine by me," Nitocris replied as they all entered the lift and headed to the carpark.