[Elektra]

"Sure, I'll get it.  Gimme a second though.  Where are you sitting, since if you want the good stuff, you'll have to wait a minute or two." she said, trying to keep her voice even.  The man didn't seem to be a threat, but the feeling she was getting was almost unbearable.  He nodded, and said, "Outside on the bench.  One for each of my buddies..."  He walked toward the door, and was gone out in a second.  "He sure is...  Odd." she said to no one in particular while making the beers.  She popped open a few aged cans of beers and poured them into three mugs, letting it foam for a minute at the top.  Then she put them on a small dinged up tray, and came out from behind the bar counter.  "Hey, I'll be right back, but if I step out, I guaruntee you that once I get back there won't be a single keystone in that register, so could you stay here and make sure none of these idiots try anything stupid?" she said to Whip.  She picked up the tray with one hand, and a bag that she kept the pay in with the other, and kicked the door open.  The three men were in sight, so she walked toward them, trying to ignore the feelings she was getting.

[ShadowStitches]

Whip did not like the feeling of this, at all. And he found it quite ironic that she asked him of all people to watch over the money. He wouldnt even trust himself if he met himself, but...well on the other hand, he seemed to be the most trustworthy person around here for now. which was a little sad. "Sure thing" he simply said, smirking at her and watching her getting out. For one second, he really thought about slipping some keystones for himself and leave...but he decidet against it. He honestly was oddly touched by the fact that someone actually trusted him. Shrugging it off, he took an other sip from his drink, keeping an eye on the door through which she vanished.

outside, the head of the three men snapped up when she aproached them. They smirked and one of them
nudged the other playfully with the elbow. obviously, they already had a drink or two before...but they did not seem to be drunk enough to be harmless. "Ah thank you, sweetie" the first man purred. He eyed her up and down again. One of his friends got out his purse, looking into it. By the size and the sound of the thing, there where quite a lot of keystones in there. "uh, so ow much does it ma..." but he got cut of by the man who talked first.
"Not so fast...why dont you just spend a little time with us, huh honey? a little company never hurt anyone"
(meeh)

[Elektra]

"No no no.  Don't interrupt your buddy there.  He seems like the smartest out of you three, asking for the bill.  Cause, I mean, you sure as hell won't be getting out without paying.  I'll make sure of that..." she said, almost purring.  Her fangs were out, though she was doing her best to hide them with her upper lip.  

"Well hey now, surely we can work something out.  I mean, surely we can find some middle ground.  How about we do a little something for a chic like you?" he said, failing to be the least bit seductive.  Of course, the mere thought was simply disgusting, and the urge to slap the man was almost unbearable.  "How dare you!" Erica hissed, her fangs now shown.  The three of them finally realized that she really might be a threat though, and lost their drunken attitudes.  The first pulled out a small pistol, the second (and he really wasn't to bright) pulled out a little garlic bud and ran behind the first, and the third pulled out an EpiPen of some kind.

"What the hell is wrong with you g-" she started to say, but was cut off when the third man dashed over and stabbed her in the neck with the pen.  "He..  Hey...  What's the big idea..." she said slowly.  Everything seemed to be getting blurry, and suddenly she collapsed, the drinks falling as well.  Before she knew it, the men had her tied up, and were loading her into some kind of truck.  All she could really do now was hope that Whip had managed to hear that, though she doubted it, seeing as the bar was pretty loud.

[ShadowStitches]

Whip indeed did not hear anything of the scene going on outside. However, purely by luck, he caught a broken glass  rolling past the door out of the corner of his eye. Since he was pretty sure that Erica was far too competend to simply drop a crate, and he doubted that the guys would drop their precious beer (tho possible)
he almost instantly thought that something foul was going on. Leaving his position briefly, he quickly jumped out the bar and only was able to see the truck speeding of, leaving him with nothing he could really do expect
standing in a smelly cloud of emissions. He cursed loudly, even thinking about pulling his gun out first, but decidet otherwise. they where too far away already, and shooting at them wouldnt do anything productive.
of course, they had no licence tag at all on their vehicle, but the same symbol as the ones on their jackets sprayed on the side of their truck, which he saw when they rounded the first corner.

without wasting more time, he jumped back into the bar, scaring of some drunken dude who indeed seemed to think that rounding the bar and take a look at the register would be a good idea. He however retreated when he saw Whip, who only growled "good boy" slightly, before somewhat managing to getting himself heard in the over all buzzing. "okay gents, closing time" an even louder buzz was rising, this time angry. "jeah sorry bout that, ...the last drinks you ordered are on the house." the buzz grew happier again. The bar emptied relatively fast, to Whips surprise, and without much trouble too, except for the ascocoíonally drunken "eh? I thought the bartender was a chick?" but nothing more.

Shortly after, Whip was finally alone. He got out an old mobile phone, and made some calls while at least getting the bedrock bar to lock the door, Erica of course had the keys. While waiting for someone to finally pick up the phone, he also decidet to better take the ks of the register with him, in this case really to only keep them untill he found Her...if he would find her. Finally, a good friend of him picked up, who was sort of the 'eyes of the city'. if you needed information on anything that was going on here, or even a sole person, he he was your man. Whip described the situation very briefly, and asked if he knew the symbol of the gang. "Ah, yeah actually I do!" answered his friend, while Whip was slipping out of the backdoor of the bar, closing it silently behind him. "its a relatively young gang, dont know how many they are, they usually stay at the brim of the city, relatively far east." "got any closer information where they maybe have a sort of meeting place or headquarter or something?" "nah sorry man, ask Robin about that...He might even be willing to help you out more, seems a little bored these days." "Thanks Mac, I owe you" "eh no problem...who is that girl anyway that you are so concerned? I did not even know you could get concerned, if it was about someone else" Robin sounded slightly amused, but Whip only thanked again and hung up to call Robin in the same second, while looking a little bit thoughtfull. Mac actually had a good point. He usually wasnt giving a damn about the faith of anyone but himself, but on the other hand he was no complete monster either. When someone was kidnapped literally directly in front of him, even he couldnt just ignore it. besides, Erica was quite the interesting girl.  

after a short time, he got Robin on the phone, who sounded much more awake  then Mac did. He was not entirely sure where the gang would be located either, but at the promise of action he seemed to literally jump around. "dude calm down. we need a good plan if we want to do this. I know you dont like plans (his voice had a very, very mean tone when saying this) but I on the other hand really dont want to be killed by a bunch of hillbilly idiots because of lacking organistation. I'l be at your place in 10 minutes...got anyone who might join our little adventure?" after a short while, Robin answered "as a matter of fact, I maybe do. But he, and specially me, wont do that for free, you know that" "I do know that, who do you think I am, an idiot?"
he sighed annoyed "dont worry Rob...you will get paid."

(did not want to jump too far forward ^^)

[Elektra]

It seemed that Erica had doesed off while in the back of the van, though she wasn't quite sure how, seeing as the road to wherever the hell they were going was still pretty bumpy.  Regardless, she found herself not only bound at the hands and feet, but gagged as well.  Oh my god...  How did I let this happen! she thought.  Though she knew it was the last thing she needed to do, the young vampire (or, young in vampire terms) felt her instincts taking over as she began to thrash about in the back of their van.  "Hey fellas.  I think our little vamp is awake again.  Should I give her another dose?" one of them asked.  "Nah.  She's still to weak from the first, and if you give her anymore, I dunno what would happen.  Besides, there's no way she can break free of those ropes right now.  Even with her super strength, though I doubt she's able to use it 'cause of that drug."  

Erica knew that the current situation wasn't good, but there really wasn't anything they could do.  These guys, whoever they were, had really done their homework on vampires.  They'd taken every precaution possible, though she wasn't quite sure how they even knew she was a vampire in the first place.  At that point, all she could do was hope Whip had figured out what had happened...

[ShadowStitches]

Whip was standing in a rund down kitchen, with a refredgiator humming so loud that he was close to a headache. in front of him, leaned against the kitchen sink, stood Robin, a bulky, mean looking guy with
more tatoos then most rockstars, a unkempt beard and a mean stare. At the table sat a
guy whose name he forgot already, a much more scrawny, rat faced fellow, who had eyes that seemed to scream Psychopath. both of them looked intensely at him, Rob finally clearing his throat. "So. We drive to the east, without knowing where exactly, dont know who exactly we're dealing with, and all just to save a little helpless damsel friend of yours. And you try to tell me something about plans" His voice was merely a growl.
Whip looked him straight in the eyes, his lips curling into a unhappy grin. He wouldnt call Erica necessary helpless...tho at the moment, he was not too sure about that "Precisely" "And what kind of plan would that be?" the psycho eyed dude asked, toying around with a meanly crooked knife, eyeing him as if he was lingering for something. "An easy one. We operate silently, you guys dont do anything that I wont do, or say you can do so, and we by all means try to avoid an open fire fight. I know you guys love to play rambo, but as you said, we dont know who these guys are. I would prefer to do all that as sneaky and with as little murdering as somehow possible. If we do get into a shooting, which i sadly am still somewhat sure will happen, you only concentrate to keep my back free, and I'll try to get to Erica, help her and then we're out of there." He narrowed his eyes "that easy." Rob sighed "and the payment?" "hm...230 ks and a little...extra of your choice, for each one of you" The rat face sneered "300 and extra, under 300, I wont work." "250, last offer.I can find an other guy who would love to take the job in 2 minutes" the man hissed something, but nodded."Fine" he spat, looking absolutely not happy. "we can take my car" "well then, lets get rolling. Mac said that he could imagine that they have their hideout at the old small industrypark/junkyard at the rim of the city. we should search there first." and with that, the 2 grumpy and one concerned and nervous man grabbed their guns and other weapons and jumped down the stairs to the car, not knowing what was coming at them...

The Van finally came to a rather aprupt hold, the voices of the three man growing louder as they got out of the vehicle, circling the van and finally opening the back of the it. "Hello honey" one of them purred,
watching her intensely. "Now. be a good girl and dont make too much trouble, I really would hate to have to
pump that nasty stuff into your system again" The three guys somewhat managed to pull her out of the van and across a little open space, surrounded only by old scrap metal and some empty, half decayed depots
and shacks where some people might have lived a long time ago.

(dont want to write too much here, since I dont want to control erica too much. I think their hideout would be a old depo with some sort of lover level or maybe a cellar or something, where they could bring her.
gang could consist of about 5-7 members?)

[Elektra]

Although it was only a little light, it was hard for Erica to adjust to the light, and she couldn't help but squeeze her eyes shut.  "Aw, does that light hurt your eyes?  Well, I'm sure you'll wish it was just some dingy old light again, at least once we get to where we need to get going." the gang's leader said.  But even though he seemed to be acting like their leader, he didn't seem to be much higher in the ranks than the other two.  Although at the time, she didn't really feel like asking them anything, especially considering the way they had begun to act.  They each seemed to become more cocky, and more threatening as they continued on toward one of those ramshackled little huts, and once they were in, the man who was dragging her nodded, and another kicked the floor, sending set of planks flying up into the air.  In their place was a hole, with a small staircase leading down them.  Thankfully, the man had enough courtesy to pick the young vamp up, even if he did throw her over his shoulder.  

They three headed down, and were met by another man, who whispered something, than let them in.  Luckily, Erica's hearing had improved upon her turning, and she heard the short message, and let out a shudder.  





Once they were in the room, he set her down, and walked over to the opposite wall, switching on a dim ceiling light.  Gasping, she let out a few coughs, and writhed around, but to no avail.  When she did this, there was a chuckle in the corner, and she managed to turn her head, only to see the cause of her initial wariness of the three men.  Ricky, an old client of hers, when she was still in the drug business.  He'd always come to her with at least one firearm on him, and the three that had shown up at the bar and abducted her had always been her escorts.  Stupid, stupid! she yelled at herself mentally.  How didn't I recognize them?!  The only thing was, she couldn't seem to figure out what he'd want with her right now, though she figured he'd tell her eventually.

[ShadowStitches]

They where on their way for almost 45 minutes now.
The small, old vehicle made unusuall and deeply unsetteling sounds while hopping over the uneven  street they currently followed, jolting the 3 men around unconfortably.  Whip had his eyes fixed on the path in front of them, which got more and more undefinied and bumpier the further they got. With the driving style of the rat face, he doubted they would even reach their destination alive. Also, the more time was passing, the more he was questioning himself about the whole thing. Maybe it was to late already...who knew who those guys where and what they could do to her. And why the hell was he even bothering. Without wasting more thoughts about that, he hissed a short "Stop" when they got closer to the junkyard. Rob turned arround to him "What? why?"
"Because if we drive in with that rattling tuna can, we might as well burst in here with a marching band, wouldnt make much difference" tho not happy about it, the two men nodded and got out of the car with him,
silently sneaking towards the junkyard. It took them almost an other 15 minutes to search arround the old small buildings untill they finally found something...interisting. by the time, all of them where getting seriously frustrated, and about to leave, thinking that they where at the wrong location.

Suddently however, they spotted a lonely figure walking casually arround near one of the shacks, the faint light of a cigarette glowing in his fingers. Whip raised one hand to make the other two stop, all three of them behind a small hill of rubbish and scrap metal. He carefully motioned them to go back and hide, before
grabbing into the pile and ratteling  with...whatever he grabbed, it was loud at least. The figure instantly
froze, before pulling out a gun and walking their way quickly, growling "Oi! Who's there?!"
Whip slipped backwards and to the side silently, hidnig behind jet an other small pile of junk. The guard was now getting very carefull, slowly creeping towards them. He was, however, not carefull enough.  Suddently, rob slipped up behind him, pressed one hand on his mouth and grabbed his hand with the gun with the other, twisting it painfully to his back, grinning grimly. The guardian of course tried to twist and twirl his way out of the grip, but had no luck with that.  Whip slowly aproached him, almost purring "there there, i would stop that, you're only making it worse" with those words, he held the barrel of his silenced gun up to the chin of the man, who stopped moving instantly. "Now. rob here will let breathe freely again, but only if you cooperate with us. you try to scream, and i blow your brains out. got it?" The man made a very unhappy, muffeled sound "good. so now. only one simple question, and I am not endlessly patient with that. where is the girl?" Rob slowly pulled the hand away so he could speak, clenching and twisting the other arm of the man even more tho.

(So, I did this so they had actually a chance to find the hideout, if thats okay^^'
also, this is of course a little later then 'your' timeline, at least...1 1/2 hours I guess?
so you have enough time to flesh the scene between Erica and Ricky out ^^

would be cool if you still could take lead of the guard tho^^')

[Elektra]

"Ah, hello again my little vamp~" Ricky said in a sing-song voice, his casual smirk playing across his face, as always.  It brought back memories, teaching the once naiive Ferrikoon the rules of the streets, how to deal with all different kinds of situations.  And most of it he had put to use in capturing her.  Erica herself was extremely ashamed that she hadn't realized what was happening from the start.  It was her teaching, and yet, she hadn't realized it, at least, not until it was much to late.  And now look at her; strapped to a lab table (though it wasn't really the first time), being threatened by someone she once called a friend, or even a younger brother.  "Damn you.  I wouldn't tell you a freakin thing anyway Ricky, you know that.  Never tell your enemy a thing, and you'll live."  Shaking his head, the Ferrikoon laughed quite loudly, and challenged her.  "Well, we'll see about that logic Erica, since I do actually plan to test it.  Though I'm quite sure you won't make it to that point anyway."  Nodding to his subordinates, he left the room, and the other three men surrounded her.  "So sweety...  We're here to make you talk, though you probably already figured that out.  How we go about it is completely up to you.  We can be here for a few minutes, or days, though time doesn't really matter, since no one's coming to your rescue." he said, sneering at her. "So, you gonna talk, or do we need to resort to force?"  After a minute or two of silence, Erica looked up at him, opened her mouth like she was going to say something, then spit in the man's face.  "You rotten little bitch!" he yelled, slapping her.  A sharp cry was heard throughout the facility, and after that, things really began.


(Trying to be vague there, sorry if it seems weird.  xD)

[ShadowStitches]

(nah its fine, really)

The guard was not very cooperative at first, until Whip allowed the rat faced guy, who was called Vitaly, as he finally remembered, to re-arrange the mans face with one of his knives, if he did not talk imidiatly. The guard seemed to have at least 2 braincells, because he began to sputter out information after he saw that completely insane smile on Vitaly's face. After the three men got at least a vague idea on what they where dealing with, they sent the guard into the land of dreams (not without Vitaly frowning that he couldn't perform his 'art'),
and proceeded towards the hideout. They decidet against taking the guard as a hostage, since he would slow them down a lot, might be stupid and begin to scream around, plus the fact that the gangmembers might couldnt care less if he was dying, which would make the whole 'hostage keeping' thing more the redundant.

They entered the complex through a small, second entrance, the one the guard was actually supposed to watch, before he patruillied outside. Silently, the crept foreward, just to find themselves in a somewhat long-ish hallway, with nothing but some doors and a few boxes here and there, nothing to take cover behind properly. Whip did not look happy at all, but was distracted by a scream, which seemed to come from one of the doors. "Okay" he whispered, while they crouched behind a pile of boxes. "We do it like I said. no unescessary shooting, tho I think it will get messy enough now anyway. Just dont get attention on you if not absolutely nesc..." The door of the main entrance opened, and someone was coming into the hallway, not seeing the 3 hidden man...at least not now. They may or may not could have gotten away from there unoticed, if they did it professionally. sadly, Vitaly decidet it was time to play rambo, and suddently jumped
out of their hiding spot, and began to shoot at whoever came in, answered by heavy backfire. "what are doing you idiot!" screamed Rob, obviously about to join his companion in his fiering spree, but Whip grabbed his shoulder. "this way" he snarled, dragging him back and towards one of the doors. Sneaky was no option now, so they would have to get through this the hard tour. they still got a little bit of a surprise memento tho,
since Ericas kidnappers obviously where not prepared for something like this. Whips plan was to take cover behind the doorframe of the room, since there was nothing else that could really act as a shield.
He was very upleasantly surprised when he slammed the door open, and saw what was in the room.
the 3 men from before,obviously as startled as he was, a lab table, and Erica strapped on it. Whip could have sworn that the screams he heard came from the room behind the one they stood in now. stupid echos.
There was a short moment where both parties just stood there, seemingly frozen in time, before all hell broke loose. Whip dove to the right side to dodge the first fiered bullets, responding by shooting at one of the men himself, but focused mainly to get somehow over to the table. He hoped that Rob would at least stick to this
part of the plan, to cover him enough so he could get to Erica. He did not spend an other thought on Vitaly's fate, being sure he would shoot him personally if the man indeed survived all this...

(meeeeh...not very good, I'm sorry. have to go now tho. hope its okay that way^^)

[Elektra]

Erica heard the shooting start, though it was faint, even to her, which meant that her guards probably hadn't heard a thing.  Her thoughts were confirmed when the door was kicked open, and everyone froze.  Doing her best, she stretched her neck as far as possible, and got a glimpse of the last person she wanted to see.  Whip.  It wasn't that she didn't like him, but she knew now what Ricky was capable of, and she was quite sure that Whip wasn't going to be able to handle it alone.  Although, it didn't seem that he was really all alone, but in his current situation, three against one wasn't very good.  "Whip, get out!  You don't know what Ricky's capa-" she was cut off as one of the guards slapped her and then taped her mouth shut.  He still had a strip left on his hand, but turned around to face Whip and his friend, but didn't quite manage to get a word out before his comrades began firing.  Diving behind the table, the main guard seemed to be waiting, but suddenly, he screamed, "Stop, or I'll tape this over her nose!  I don't know much about freaks of nature, but I'm pretty sure that this one has to breath, or else she'll end up dying, even if it takes a pretty damn long time.  If you don't want this to happen, drop the weapons!" he said, looming over Erica.  The vampires eyes widened, realizing that the guard was quite serious.

[ShadowStitches]

//oh come on!// Whip thought almost annoyed. But the fiering stopped, even if it was just a momentary 'peace'. His eyes focusing on Ericas face. She seemed to be afraid of that threat, and he was not about to press the situation further to find out if she was a good breath holder. He could try to shoot the guy, but if he failed, he might suceed in his plan, and he himself had no idea when he would be able to get close enough to her, once the shooting would begin again. "Alright, guys calm down." He said, looking the main guard directly in the eyes, while raising his hands in a soothing manner, the weapon still in his hand, but facing the ceiling, and his finger not on the trigger. He shot Rob a short glance, who was shifting his weight uneasily, but at least lowered his weapon too. They got themselves into a very unpleasant situation here, and Whip had not really planned this scenario. he however had two vague plans. He  was standing relatively close to the table and the guard, but even stepped 2 steps back as if to soothe them. "this all got a little out of hand, you see." He made a short pause, focusing on a noise from the hallway,that seemed muffeled and relatively far away tho. "I am no fan of blood and carnage myself, so please, lets just do this like civilized people." He really lay his weapon on the ground, and shoved it to the left side with his foot, just a little out of reach of him. He looked at the Main guard again challenging, waiting for someone to make a move towards the weapon. "Besides. My boss, Atillio, is a very impatient man...he assured me that if I and Rob here dont show up in 5 minutes, he and some friends will personally come down here to pick us up...I dont think you or your boss Ricky would like that, gentlemen." he said, almost purring. Of course that was a sky high bluff, and he was pretty sure that they would not buy it, but he also hoped that they where not completely stupid either, and would at least think about the next steps they would do. Atillio was a very high ranked and well known gangster boss, almost a mafia don. You certainly would not want to mess with a guy that caliber or his 'employees'.
The muskles on Whip's back where tensed like steel ropes, and he felt the soft tingeling in his left hand, that he always got when he was about to transform into his Slydra form. He was waiting for them to actually do something tho, before jumping into action. He did not use that form for quite a while, but he was confident
that his opponends would be a a little bit surprised by a big, bad, poison spitting snake. plus he would just need it for a a very short time...

[Elektra]

Erica let out a sigh of relief, though she made sure not to do it to loudly.  She could hold her breath for a while, but that wouldn't help her forever.  Whip seemed to have some kind of a plan, although she was quite sure that he was calling quite a buff.  She knew he was in the drug business, but at the same time, she didn't figure he was with Atillio.  Sure, she could be wrong, but...  Most of the time, when she trusted her instincts in these cases, she wasn't wrong.  

All the vampire could do for the time being though, was wait for her strength to start to return, and then try to break free from the straps.  While she was trying to figure out just how to do that, the guard motioned to one of his buddies, and he scrambled over to grab the gun.  Of course, when the three of them finally registered just who Atillio was, they froze, not to sure what to do.  If they let the two keep their weapons, and they let the vampire go, Ricky would kill them, literally.  But if they took the weapons, and Atillio really showed up, he'd kill them...

[ShadowStitches]

Whip had to hold back a sly smile at the reaction of the guards. Quite honestly, he did hope that they would be a little unsure, and the impact of his words seemed to leave them even more startled then he thought. He relaxed a tiny bit, tho still ready to lounge into action. he cleared his throat slightly. "Okay, I can unserstand that this is quite the scetchy situation for you guys. Let me help you out a little."  He even casually, but carefully so they wouldnt get startled, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit up one, dragging on it. He knew he was pushing his luck here, but the more confident and calm he seemed, the more imitating he was in this sort of situations. "option a) you let the girl go, let us keep our weapons, and figure out a good excuse for Ricky why you failed him...I suggest you shoot yourselves in the leg or something to make it authentic...hopefully he wont explode imidiatly then, and you might even get out of this situation alive. option b) you dont let us keep the weapons, or even try to shoot us, and, no matter if you succeed or not, Atillio will come down here with some friends. I can promise you that it will get messy."more sounds from the hallway. Whip himself was getting quite nervous, trying to hide it "option c. you proceed to stand here and glare at me, untill Atillio comes  down here, with the same outcome as option b, except that your boss may or may not be involved in the massakre" he raised one eyebrow.

One of the guards finally found his voice back, raising his gun and pointing it at Whip. "Oh yeah? and how do we know you really are sent by Atillio?" Seeming to feel incredibly brave. Whip shrugged, and pulled out his mobile phone, looking at him a little annoyed, while holding it loosely in his hand. Still, it seemed to the others like he was holding the remote for a abc bomb in his hand, judging by the 3 pairs of eyes that fixed on it imidiatly. "one call should be enough, but do you really want that?" he asked, casually beginning to tip in a random number on the phone, waiting for a reaction of the others. He knew that the time was slowly getting slim, and thus decidet to cut down his plan a little, not really leaving the guards
any options. Before they really could decide anything, he shrugged and said "alright, if thats what you want."he hit the call button and waited for a short time,before mock answearing the imaginary conversation partner. "its me, Whip...yes, yes I know that we are late, there's a slight problem...I dont know if thats possible. yes, sir, you see, these gents dont seem to be completely convinced that you actually are...you want what?" he raised his eyebrows in 'surprise' "uh. alright, just a moment" He looked at the main guard, holding the phone towards him "he wants to talk to you" the guy seemed to be a little shaken out of concept, looking slightly shocked. "well uh...okay then...get me that darn phone" he snapped at the man who was standing besides Whips gun, who flinched slightly and took the phone from Whip, and brought it over to the man with the tape. while this happened, Whip threw a short glance towards Rob, who seemed to be as clueless as everyone else in the room, motioning with his eyes towards the only guard who was not doing anything at the moment. rob still had his gun, and a slight flicker in his eyes assured Whip that he at least understood the hint. He turned back his attention towards the guard with the tape, who now took the phone and answered with an almost shy "hello?". That was Whips starting signal. He suddently jumped  towards the main guard, and was actually transforming mid air into his Slydra form, propelling himself foreward even faster (ever saw a snake jump? it looks awesome XDD) . the man was too shocked to really react, and thus got a mouth full of needle sharp, highly poisenous teeth digging into his face and neck. They both slumped to the ground behind the table, Whip emidiatly jumping back to human form and trying to get towards his gun, since he would be a too big of a target in his Slydra form to keep fighting in it. He was not wasting any second thoughts on the guy he just bit, knowing very well that the man would be rendered completely helpless by the poison in seconds, and die shortly after.  
(hope thats okay^^')

[Elektra]

Erica watched as Whip handed over the phone, and the battle once again resumed.  It was quite the idea, and although it was extremely risky, they both seemed to know that the guards were certainly dumb enough to fall for it.  The minute the phone left Whip's hand, the shots began, and Erica found that these sudden events had caused her adrenline to begin flowing, and her strength was beginning to come back.  She knew that it would only be for a short amount of time, and that if she wanted to free herself, it'd have to be fast.  She started to struggle, and managed to break one arm free.  Of course, that was all she needed, and she reached over and easily snapped the other arm cuff, then the two leg cuffs.  Free at last! she thought to herself joyfully.  Carefully slipping off the edge of the table, she crouched behind the main guard, who was currently firing at her two rescuers, and lept up as he quickly reloaded his gun, aiming for his jugular.  


She'd bitten down, and was already at her full strength, when Erica suddenly felt a surge go through her whole body, and she felt her limbs go numb a few seconds after.  Then it came again, only stronger.  She screeched, and turned her head to see Ricky, holding a police taser in his hand, laughing.  Grabbing her, the Ferrikoon man slung her over his shoulder, and went ahead and shocked her one more time, once again knocking her out.  It was extremely humiliating, but even Erica's hearing was practically useless with all of the gunfire.  But before she was knocked out, she managed to call out to Whip, as she could see Ricky begin to aim and fire at him multiple times.  "Whip, Whip!  Watch..."