After It All ( Patrick )

[Legion]

Patrick looked at her, concern clear on his face. He knew they had to leave quickly, but he wondered about her condition to travel. If she couldn't make the travel then it wasn't worth trying. It may have been worth the risk to try and wait a day hiding, holed up somewhere. That was an option that Patrick had to consider, although it was far from ideal. Though he freely admitted that his life had never been ideal.

When she said Edward one of the corner's of his mouth twitched in anger, especially when she touched the bruised side of her face. He knew he was right. That something about the guy had been off. The guy was just a stoolie though. It sounded like he was a little higher up the food chain then Patrick though, that he was working directly with a boss. Could be useful if they ever had time to get back and take care of this personally. Right now though he had to get her out of the country and they needed to think through things before committing to anything.

When she said she had to see her moms Patrick stopped. That wasn't a good idea. Patrick's gaze stopped on hers as he contemplated it. When she opened her eyes she'd be able to tell that he wasn't happy at the thought of the idea. That it would be a poor decision. At the same time though, Patrick knew how important family was to her. New that when she said she had to see her moms, she meant it. He knew how important her family was to her, and understood that leaving in of itself would be the hardest thing she had likely ever done. He wanted to tell her that they could call them later, or leave some sort of note, but he saw it in her eyes. She meant see them. After a long pause he'd concede, "Okay, but we still have to get something first. And it has to be quick."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She saw in his eyes that he was not happy with the idea, and Kazumi was usually never one to argue with him when he thought something was a bad idea, but she was not going to budge on this one. It was her family and the only thing that would have made this worse would have been for one of her brothers to be there. Gods knew they would not have been happy about this and things would only get worse. It was going to be hard enough with her Moms as it stood right now.

Yet when he finally conceded she would smile softly and lean over and lightly nuzzle into his neck, kissing her mark upon his neck. "Thank you..." She was very thankful that he at least understood that part of her and was willing to allow her this one thing. The idea of leaving, of leaving behind everything she knew was killing her inside and yet she had no choice did she? She could tell him no. She could stay and hope her moms could protect her, hell they could move her out of the country.....

Her hand fell to her stomach for a fraction of a second and in an instant she knew that she couldn't tell him no. Even if this little..."issue" did not exist, she would still not be able to tell him no....She loved him too much and would go to the ends of the Earth to be with him. So she would simply nod to his saying that he had to get something first. She was fine with that, it would give her time to lay back and rest a bit more which was just what she needed. "Once I see them...I will do anything you want baby....No questions...I just, I need this..." Yes, she needed to see them at least one more time, because Gods knew how long it would be before it happened again.

[Legion]

Patrick had some understanding of how difficult what he was asking was. And he wasn't even sure if she understood that he was asking her to leave the country yet. But it was necessary. He didn't know how long they'd be gone, if they'd ever be back. Patrick couldn't honestly look her in the eye and say that she'd see her family again. Because there was a very real possibility that they'd never come back. If Patrick couldn't somehow figure out a way to get rid of their still very faceless oppressors, then they'd have to hide for the rest of their lives. But as far as Patrick was concerned though it beat the alternative, figuring out what exactly it was from Kazumi. He wasn't worried about himself. If they decided to give his file over to the cops he could dodge them forever, no problem. Not that he wanted to with Kazumi, but he didn't care about himself so long as it put Kazumi at risk.

When she thanked him, kissing her mark and nuzzling into him slightly Patrick gave a little sigh. Slowly, cautiously, careful of her feelings he'd say quietly, "I know how difficult what I'm asking is already, but I can only give ye five minutes. We're going against real pros. We need to put as much distance between us and them in as quick amount a time as possible."

When she told him that once she did this she'd do anything he asked Patrick would smile, running a hand threw her and kiss her forehead. There was a stiffness about him that suggested he was alert and ready for anything at any moment. Because he knew the truth, that at any moment they could appear out of no where and he might have to fight to the death to keep Kazumi safe. Noting that she needed her rest he remained quiet for the rest of the trip, letting her rest.

....

When they got there Patrick would pay the cabby and nudge her gently, "We're here love, we gotta switch vehicles."

Where exactly were they? Nowhere special. Basically they were in the middle of nowhere, a dead district in the city where there happened to be storage. Patrick would zip up his coat covering his chest before grasping her uninjured hand and leading her out of the cab. He'd give a quick look around to make sure they were clear before walking past the gate, holding up a key to the guard who didn't even bother to pay attention. Quickly Patrick would make his way to a storage container once again looking to make sure there was no one around before letting go of Kazumi's hand to unlock the door.

When he opened the door with would reveal a cramped container that was somewhat reminiscent to that shit apartment he had once, save the bathroom and kitchen. There was a table, a chair, and a dusty mattress pushed all the way to the other end of the storage container. There was an LED light on the table. It was something Patrick cooked up if he ever absolutely needed to stay for a few hours. Leading Kazumi in he would close the door behind them, before feeling his way over to the light turning it on, which lit up the thing surprisingly well. In addition to the shoddy living area Kazumi would see the black bag Patrick was really looking for and the black crotch rocket that Patrick kept.

Walking to the bag Patrick would check to make sure it was closed the way he had left it, in the exact positioning. After he was sure he'd slowly open it and check it's contents, making sure everything was there. The first thing Patrick would grab was the change in shirt, a black tank top and a med kit. Changing his shirt and putting his coat back on Patrick would walk over to the table placing the med kit on it, opening it and taking out the disinfectant, a needle, a roll of gauze and surgical thread. He'd say to Kazumi quietly, "We need to take care of that hand love."

Motioning for her to come sit at the table as he threaded the needle and poured disinfectant on the needle...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She tried not to be too broken up about the fact that she got five minutes alone with her Mothers and then that was it for possibly forever. Yeah she had caught on and knew what he was capable of and what he would do to avoid certain people, she just....wasn't sure how she could explain to them in five minutes that she may never see them again. Still, she nodded. She was torn here between what, in her mind, was two aspects of her family. The ones that had raised her or the one that she loved. It wasn't as easy as some might have thought, though ultimately she was doing what she felt deep inside was right. "Alright...five minutes.." A little, soft smile given before she would lean back and close her eyes. It was surprising but she actually managed to doze off for a bit, being way more tired than even she had realized.

Though it wasn't long before he was nudging her awake, a little yawn escaping her as she climbed out of the cab, taking his hand and following him. She had to admit, this place kind of gave her a bit of the creeps, but then, she had woken up in a place much like this when Earth had finally released her.

Following him inside she should have been surprised by what she saw, but she wasn't really...she just reached up once he released her hand and would tug the hood over her head, biting her lower lip as she watched him. She could venture a guess as to what this place was, but she wasn't about to ask, not right now. If anything she was being fairly silent for the most part. Partially due to her confusion, partially due to her fear.....and partially because despite this whole mess that was going on right now.....she had something of way more importance weighing down on her mind.

As he motioned for her to sit so that he could fix up her hand, she actually shied away for a bit. She was not a fan of needles, even if it was for her own good, but she quickly gave in and sat down, using her free hand to unwrap her hand and simply looking at the rather deep gash that she had created from punching the mirror. A glance given to him, her mouth almost opening to say something, to tell him.....yet she fell silent...The last thing he needed was that kind of thing laid in his lap with everything else going on. No, it would have to wait....So, she would just hold her hand out too him, taking in a deep breath and turning her eyes away. Pain, yeaaaah it was a hit or miss thing with Kaz, some shit she just didn't like for the pure and simple fact that she didn't like it.

[Legion]

Patrick regretted that he couldn't give her more then five minutes to say good bye to her mothers but he thought it was a bad thing to begin with. It was burning of their time to get away before the corporation started looking. For all Patrick knew they could be looking now. While it would have been far better to blow down and call them, or leave a note. But there would have been no arguing with Kazumi so he had to risk it.

Patrick was glad that she had gotten a little bit of rest in the cab. Simply for the reason that he couldn't be sure when she'd get it again, if they didn't stay for a few hours here. Once they left it would be mostly non stop until they found a place to hide. That was simply dictated by the situation.

When Patrick called her to take care of her hand he noticed the hesitation and frowned. He knew she was scared of needles, and most pain for that matter but this was necessary. He had to control the bleeding, sooner rather then later. So when she sat down and unwrapped her hand, looking away Patrick would say, "Okay Kazumi, this is going sting a bit."

With that he'd pour the disinfectant on her hand before moving to stitch up her hand. Slowly but carefully he'd work to get all the skin pulled back together so it could heal. When he was done he'd disinfect the wound again before wrapping her hand in gauze, taping that off. His stitch job wasn't beautiful, but it would work.

After he had down that he'd walk to the bag and pull out those two cell phones, turning them on and pulling off the plastic over the screens and keys. Putting one on the table in front of her Patrick would calmly say, "Each phone has to other's listed on speed dial one. Don't ever let this phone leave ye unless yer sure no one else will touch it. Don't call any number but numbers ye know and don't pick up and number that ye don't recognize. Also each call, unless it's to this phone, isnt' to last more then twenty seconds."

After she picked up the phone Patrick would look at her, with concern for her well being, "Yer going to be riding on the back of a bike, are ye fit to travel? If ye can't we could stay here for a few hours until ye are. Because once we start we won't be able to stop for a long time. But for now we should be safe here for a little while."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She gave a little yelp as she felt that stuff poor over her hand and then felt him starting to stitch the wound closed. A few tears brimming in her eyes, though they would not fall as she bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from turning into the worlds biggest baby. She would never understand how she could love pain so much at times and then at others....well yeah...she was a baby. Seriously, one day she was going to have to figure that shit out.

But, she wouldn't move. Nope, she would sit there until he had finished and then dab her tongue at the cut she had created inside her mouth from biting down so hard. Only confirming her thoughts on how weird she was because that pain didn't even phase her. Gah! Though then came the phone which was laid down in front of her, a little nod given as he recited the instructions. "Got it.." A little smile given before she would pick up the phone and slip it into the pocket of her jacket.

Then, as he began to explain the rest, she would again give him her full attention. She was tired....but she knew that wasnt something that was going to just...go away. Well not for a significant amount of time. So, she would just shake her head and give him a little smile....wanting to tell him, but afraid that would really mess up what he had in mind for this whole thing. No, it was best to just...wait til they were at least out of the city...then she could tell him. "No, I am okay. We can go now. I know how important that is..." She would nod once more, moving to stand up and making sure that her hood was pulled up snuggly over her head, she would flat out ignore the sick feeling in her stomach and force a little smile on her face.

No, she wanted to get going. She didn't think she could really rest if they stuck around here...that jolt of pain had jarred her out of her rather groggy state and now, well now she was just anxious as all hell. The sooner she could get seeing her moms out of the way, the better....Or at least, that is how she saw it.

[Legion]

With her hand taken care of they didn't have to worry about blood loss anymore. All they had to do was make sure that the wound was taken care of and wouldn't get infected, not difficult. When he went to go get the phones he would have taken the med kit and stuffed it in the bag. The absolutely had to make sure that they had everything they needed for the short term. Patrick would nod once he knew that she understood the rules for the cellphones. They were very important. So that they could get in contact with each other and knew that the phones were not bugged or traceable.

As he looked to her, wondering if they were going to be here for another few hours or get going. Regardless he would moved to make sure that the bag was closed and ready to go at a moment's notice. Regardless of the option that she chose Patrick knew that they had to be able to leave in a second. However she chose to move on and simply put, Patrick trusted her judgement. So he picked the bag up, slinging it in front of his neck, over his shoulders as he moved to the bike pulling out a key. Putting the key into the ignition Patrick would start up the bike and rev it a few times to make sure that it was working properly before kicking the door open and then yelling for her to get on and hold on tight.

When she did Patrick would zoom off fast, back on the space in front of him, secure over his shoulders. Behind him was Kazumi holding on tight as he sped off towards her house. The ride would be largely uneventful seeing as they really could talk to eachother during the thing just because it was a motorcyle.

Time skip for great justice!

When Patrick pulled up to the house he cut the ignition and kicked down the stand. This was it. The lights were on inside but whether or not anyone was home was still really anyone's guess, Kazumi's honestly because she knew her moms. Possibly because there was a garage that was closed though Patrick figured it could go either way. Regardless Patrick checked up and down the street to make sure that they weren't being watched or followed. When he was sure that they weren't he had to ask Kazumi, "What if yer moms aren't home and Edward's inside? Do ye want me to come in at least?"

He didn't like this at all, not one bit, but out of respect for her he was allowing this visit...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would climb onto the back of the bike, her small arms wrapping around him and her face burying against the center of his back. Brushing her tongue slowly along her lips every now and then she would remain silent, mostly because there was not really any choice in the matter.

Eventually they would make it there, her nervousness growing as all she could think about was the fact that she was about to tell her Moms goodbye and leave to possibly never see them again. Her naive mind not really taking into account that her parents might not be home, because she was thinking on a very anxious and fear fueled mind and of course, the childish nature in her assumed that her parents HAD to be home.

So when he asked, she would shake her head, climbing off the bike and brushing her lips quickly against his cheek. "Its will be fine. Edward works at the property for night shifts and the lights are on so they have to be home. Just five minutes...I promise." She would smile reassuringly and then slowly pull away before turning and running up to the front door.

A glance over her shoulder toward him and she would smile once more before keying in her code and pushing open the door. Stepping inside, she would close the door behind her, for once not bothering to kick her shoes off even though she knew it drove her Moms crazy. Instead she ran into the living room. "Mom!" Calling out for them, guessing maybe they were in the kitchen or upstairs. It was a huge house after all. Though as she rounded the corner into the entertainment room, a set of arms would snake around her before she even had time to react, a scream being released though it was muffled by a hand clamping down over her mouth.

"Always so predictable. You know, I thought I lost you when you two decided to ditch the cells and the cars...But I knew you just couldn't leave without saying goodbye to your precious moms." Of course she struggled, though Edward would just grip her tighter, making it harder and harder for her to breath.

Managing to get an arm free, she slammed her elbow back and into his ribs, a groan escaping him and giving her enough time to wiggle free....Though just as she opened her mouth to scream again his hand fisted within the back of her hair, jerking her back and slamming her hard into the door frame, the back of her head colliding hard enough to make everything go incredibly fuzzy.

The next thing she knew he had her pinned up against the wall, leaning in and pressing his lips against her own as she tried to push him away. "Told you I would get you..." Of course, this entire thing had nothing to do with his want of her, but he used it to put more fear into her just the same. Then, in the next breath, his hand gripped her hair and slammed her head back into the door frame once more.......and she was out.

Edward would then waste no time picking her up and making his way out the back of the house, down to the service exit that had been built into the house for emergency escapes. He keyed in Kev's code, and was out the door within a few seconds. A minute later, he exited behind the house, next street over in a much smaller, empty looking house. Yeah, Kev's paranoia had no end....

"You got her?" Another male voice coming from the door of the house, the entire thing pitch black. "Yeah lets go. Now!" Then, just like that, they were out the door, throwing her into the back of the SUV and tearing off.

[Kevala Katashi]

She swore she had no clue where her mind was tonight. She was supposed to have been at the gallery for some fundraiser that she was hosting. One of those mundane tasks that she had to perform in order to actually pretend to fit in. But low and behold she had forgotten her wallet at home. Now, usually that would not have been a big deal, but her donation check was in there and well, it wasn't like Mischa had brought along her pocket book or anything.

So, she had Carmine drive her back to the house, leaving Mischa there since it was going to be a quick trip and she would be right back. Nothing to alert her that her night was about to take a very dramatic change. Letting out a frustrated sigh she would adjust the dress she was wearing as she leaned back in the seat, though as soon as they drew near the house she noticed things that should not have been there.....at least not this time of day....

Arching her brow slightly, she could hear Carmine already cocking his gun as he slowed down, her icy hues turning toward the house only to see that ....boyfriend...of her daughters, armed and in the process of .....

Wait.....

Was he going to kick in her door? Oh..see..no, because Mischa would have a fit. The SUV screeching to a halt as she threw open her door, Carmine quick to follow, gun drawn and trying to put himself between her and the one he saw with the gun, though Kev was in NO mood to fuck around, shoving Carmine back and jerking his backup pistol from his belt. "What the FUCK are you doing to my house!?"

Gun raised as she approached the house, not a qualm in the world about what she was doing. "And where is my daughter!?" Her first assumption...Kaz had gotten on his bad side and run here and he was trying to get to her now...Which, if that was the case, she would not hesitate to put a bullet between his fucking eyes.

[Legion]

Patrick felt her kiss on his cheek, though her words drew a frown. He didn't like this, not one bit. Call him paranoid but he had a bad feeling about this. This was the most dangerous part of their getaway simply because it was predictable. And that bad feeling he got, was only getting worse as she ran towards that door. That feeling drew Patrick off the bike and towards the door as she entered, his hand already in his bag, fingers clasping around an MP-5 PDW. Already loaded, all that was really needed was him to turn the safety off and cock the gun. As the door closed, he leaned up next to the door checking the time. He had to make sure that this was only five minutes, because he knew they were already taking a terrible risk as it was. Checking the time he kept his hand on his sub machine gun and an ear to the door.

It didn't exactly take too long for Patrick to hear sounds inside that was concerning. Was that a bang? A dull and low thud making its way to Patrick's ears. While he couldn't be sure, he still ripped the gun out of his bag, dropping the bag and flicking open the stock. Was he just hearing things? Was it not as serious as he thought it was? The second thud though, that confirmed it in Patrick's mind. It also made him care less that he heard screaming, directed towards him. Yeah, he had noticed the SUV pulling up. He knew who it was, which meant for certain that Kazumi was not having a heated discussion with her moms. Patrick was also very aware that he had at least two guns pointed in his direction which made his decision all the more sensible.

He kicked in the door, weapon up, safety off and ran into the house before the woman could ask, or rather yell, her second question. Knowing that he had just made things a tad more complicated meant that he had to move that much faster and there was that much more danger. Patrick was possibly running into danger, pushed onward by that proverbial wall of spikes that was behind him, and no doubt pissed off.

The irishman ran, gun trained to where he heard the sound as quick as he could muster, knowing that he not only had to catch up to, who he assumed was Edward, but he also had to distance himself from the very irate woman and her at least one security guard. Had to create distance and cluttered shooting lanes, because he knew that he was about to be dodging bullets from at least her in a second. Normally he would have explained, but he didn't have time. Not when that bastard had Kazumi. Patrick would just have to hope that he could force their shooting to be shitty. And most likely slow them down by making them duck their heads. Yeah, that was likely to make him friends...

Patrick made it to the spot that he figured where the thumps had come from. This was only confirmed by the blood spot he found on the door frame. His left hand coming off the front handle of his weapon to knock the frame below the blood spot, for no other reason then a slight OCD has as his eyes searched for where she would have been dragged of. Finding an open door of sorts Patrick took a step in that direction, left hand moving from the door frame back to his gun but not before...

[Kevala Katashi]

And there went the door, and to be honest, that was the ONLY reason that she fired off three rounds. Of course, she aimed lower, not wanting to kill the little fucker, just wound him long enough to figure out what the fuck was going on, THEN kill him.

Carmine followed suit as she jumped ahead of her and into the door frame, pausing to make sure that he wasn't about to get shot and then advancing forward. As Kev moved into the house, she nodded toward the hallway closet before turning the corner into the living room and firing off three more rounds in his direction. Within moment's Carmine was back with an assault rifle, a CZW 556, causing Kev to duck down as he fired off a series of rounds in the direction of the boy. He knew who he was, and honestly, he was just as mad as Kevala because of the simple fact Kazumi was nowhere in sight.

Rounds fired, Kev would stand up, eyes glancing about through the bits of plaster dust stirried up by the bullets that had sprayed into the wall. Her eyes falling upon the emergency exit which stood open. Her hand coming up to signal for Carmine to cease fire. "Who was watching the house tonight?"

"I believe Mike was."

"Then where is he?"

No other words said, Carmine would lower his gun and pull out his cell, instantly dialing up Mike's number, though it went straight to voicemail. So, he would go about trying to get ahold of somebody else. All the while Kev would move forward, assuming her previous target had moved on, and spot the blood on the door frame. Her icy hues now crimson as she turned and motioned for Carmine to follow her down the path to the emergency exit that she had installed in the house behind their own....Nobody should have known about that save for a hand full of people....so naturally, she knew something was up, she just didn't know what yet.

[Legion]

Yeah, they were pretty pissed of. That wall that was moving in behind him definitely had fangs. Patrick giving a slight smirk as her three rounds whizzed by him as he made his way inside. Call him a glutton for punishment or what have you, but even in a situation as serious as this he got a little pleasure from pissing off a few people. Yeah, even if they were trying to kill him. As Patrick made it to the door frame he felt the breeze of three new bullets whiz past him as he hit the frame. Pausing only for a second to fuck with their aim and timing Patrick would barely make it out of the way of a new gun.

The report of the rifle telling him that at least one of them out gunned him at this point. At the very least he was still the best equipped for what he was doing. Sure, they had a pistol and an assault rifle, but Patrick had more firepower then the pistol, and more mobility in the tight spaces that they were in then the assault rifle. Although he didn't intent to start a fire fight with them it was good to know that he was better equipped, well so long as he kept to one magazine. He did have a back up glock but at that point he might be a little outmatched himself.

Patrick blasted his way through the emergency exit though, and didn't initially hear any sounds of pursuit. That being said he hauled ass as fast as he could. He wasn't sure why they weren't following him, why they weren't shooting but he didn't want to find out. Hell, for all he knew they were getting more guys, better equipped to flush Patrick out if they cornered him. Patrick knew the truth, this was their territory, if it came to it they had home field advantage. He just had to hope he was moving too fast to corner, and fast enough to catch up to Kazumi.

Running down the tunnel Patrick pounded his way up the stairs flying into the, new house? He may have admired the ingenuity of the escape if it weren't for the fact that he heard rubber burning outside. The fuckers, that had to be them. Patrick ran through the house as fast as he could opting to hurdle through a window, both feet first gun and arms coming up to make sure glass didn't go flying into his eyes. Yeah, that was a hell of a lot quicker then going through the door.

As Patrick made it into the street he saw the SUV barreling down the street. It was a good distance away so Patrick dropped to a knee. No, he wasn't letting the fucker get away that easier. It was going to be a hell of a shot to try and pull of but he had not other choice. Exhaling slightly as he lined up a shot, following the left rear tire. Squeezing off a three round burst he would miss, inches to the left. Realigning the shot he would squeeze off another burst. Continuing until the SUV was either out of sight or he was stopped by some other force...

[Kevala Katashi]

She was mad, that was like the understatement of the year. Where the hell was she supposed to get a fucking door by the time Mischa got home, and to top it off, she was now not going to be making it back to that fundraiser and her wife was going to kill her. Still she would motion for Carmine to follow her, keeping back just enough that she could let her mind try and catch up to what was going on.

As she neared the end of the emergency exit, she heard a car peel off, she heard glass break and then she heard a shot. That was all it took to get her hurrying up to find out what the hell was going on. So, needless to say, she saw an SUV speeding off, she saw Patrick lowered and firing at it, and she saw her gun now pressed against the back of his head as the SUV sped around the corner and out of sight. "I highly, HIGHLY suggest that you explain to me what the fuck is going on and where the hell my daughter is. NOW!!" Cocking back the hammer and not moving. If anything she was as calm as she had been making her way through the guests at her party. She stopped feeling fear long, long ago.

Behind her, the sound of the assault rifle being reloaded was heard before Carmine would come around to her right, gun pointed at the boy. "I suggest you answer before she put a hole in your head...She hasn't caught onto the fact she just shot up one of Mischa's favorite photographs."

A glance toward Kevala, who now of course, knew that she had, and growled slightly. "The one of her and the twins?" The man would nod and she would groan lightly. "I don't know if I still have the negative for that either. Fuck!" At this point sounding ten times more pissed off than she had been before.

[Legion]

Fuck, the SUV was too far away. Maybe if he had a rifle things would be different. As the case stood though, he did not. And that was something that he would have to live with as she was sped of to God knows where. Patrick's gun would lower as he would growl out one simple word, "Fuck."

No, he was not giving up by any means. But he was going to go down a path he'd rather not. Hope that he could dig up information from Edward, that it would be reliable and good information. That he could find Edward. Hell, he would have wanted to run before this. Running hadn't seemed like a good idea, because Kazumi had been family oriented. But it was a hell of a lot better then her having God knows what done to her, where Patrick didn't know. It was not exactly a good spot for either of them to be in. But when Patrick had told her that if anything happened to her that he would find her, he meant it.

And he was damn well going to kill anyone who got in his way.

Right after he had growled his word out would be the time that gun would be pressed to the back of his head. But it would be clear, his growl wasn't addressed to her, nor was it out of fear. No, Patrick would not even stiffen up, or make any reaction at all as she demanded answers, cocking the gun as a threat. Why? Because Patrick wasn't scared of her, there was nothing that she could do to him to truly make him suffer. Not unless she was going to kill her own daughter. If she killed him, she killed him, but Patrick was fairly certain she wasn't going to.

After she asked her question Patrick would lower his weapon, pointing it towards the ground as he turned to her, standing up as Carmine was busy telling her about the picture she fragged. And when she was done having her little freakout Patrick would answer.

"Well," Patrick said with a frustrated sigh but his voice still largely emotionless, "Ye daughter's in that SUV, being taken off by who I can only assume is that weaselly little fucker Edward."

Yeah, no love for the guy...

[Kevala Katashi]

By the time the words had finished leaving his lips, Carmine had lowered his weapon and was on his way back into the house, cellphone tossed aside and onto the ground before being stomped with his foot, broken into nothing. He was gone the next second. Kev, who was none to pleased, the black eyes showing as much would take out her own phone, dropping it to the ground and firing a shot directly into it, shattering it and any chance of it being traced.

"Might I ask why he wants my child?" Turning on her heels and heading back into the house, just to be met by Carmine as he came rushing back. "Security system is fried. Take me an hour tops to get his tracker activated." She nodded, her hand extending as he tossed her a new cell phone, gun being tucked away into the waist line of her dress.

"I am assuming that you don't know where they are headed or else you would have already mentioned that. I have a tracker on him, but I cannot locate it til I get my security grid working. Best case scenario, her journal..seeing as how she spent so much time around that son of a bitch." She didn't feel guilt for any of it because she was incapable, but she knew she was in trouble for it. But that didn't phase her right now. She was too busy making her way back into the exit to the main house.

She was going to have to change clothes, get her wife secured and to make sure that none of her other staff was turned. Not to mention of course finding her child. "I suggest looking in her drawers, its where she usually keeps it. Kept one ever since she was a child. Sorry, but not going to waste time discussing other matters with you." She would then pull off a piece of tape that was on her phone, handing it to him, should, of course, he be within reach. "Call me in an hour and I will be able to give you a definite location on him." The tape of course holding a shred of paper with her new number.

She would then let out a little growl as she lifted the phone to her ear. "Carlos, I want you to get Mischa and get her to a hotel, something expensive, fancy and for gods sake make sure you DO NOT let her shoot you. I don't need that mess to clean up tonight." Phone off, she would turn back to Patrick. "Only reason you are not dead is because I want you to find my daughter. Understood? If something happens to her and it is because of you, I will make it my lifes mission to hunt you down and murder you....painfully."

She was done. She had to attend to trying to find that son of a bitch that had her baby, just in case this boy couldn't.