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As Belkiora was tempted by this woman, he leaned down even further. "Why yes, I think that-" Before his cellular phone began ringing. Obviously mad at thic 'convenient' interruption, He let Victoria onto her feet before moving out to answer it. 'Yes?" "Sir, it's time." The voice replied back. A gleam in his eye had shown when he heard this. "Understood. I'll meet you outside." Flipping the phone back, he looked to Victoria. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but like Cinderella, I'm on a midnight curfew. However, we shall be in touch." He said to her, leaving the party and entering the limosine that he entered with. "So, it's time to see what they do." He said to himself.

2 of the waiters in the back placed their trays into the back room, and moved to the boxes near Anaheim and Akamaki. Anaheim, about to respond to her question, when he heard footsteps. Noting that they were about to get caught, Anaheim made a bad move. "s**t, hide!" He told her as he grabbed Akamaki and covered her mouth as they hid in a nearby pantry. The 2 waiters picked up the submachine guns that were in plain sight, and loaded fresh clips. "What the hell's about to happen??" Anaheim asked himself, holding onto Akamaki.

Akamaki was mildly suprised when Anaheim grabbed her and covered her mouth. She let herself be dragged into the pantry and stood there as she watched two waiters load sub machine guns. Still not able to say anything because of Anaheim's hand, she lifted one of her arms and then lightly tapped his hand, wondering if he would let go of her mouth. Akamaki watched the two waiters with disbelief on her face. What were they going to do with those guns? she wondered to herself, staring at the waiters.

The 2 men made their way into the ballroom, with more coming out of the kitchen from the back door, gladly firing warning shots into the air. "Ok people, La Terra needs some kind donations from all of you!" The apparent ringleader said, with his defect being his lower jaw. "We want anything valuable, including hard cash, jewels, and the like! So unles you'd like your dresses and suits a dark red, let's try and be a little more cooperative!" He said, grabbing a frail old woman as his hostage. "We don't wanna prematurely end a life, now do we?" He asked them.

Anaheim, noticing that the room was clear, removed her hand, and looked outside. "follow me, and keep quiet!" He whispered to her, as he grabbed a kitchen knife, and saw a guard outside the kitchen door. Moving slowly, he covered the man's mouth before he stabbed him a couple of times in the back. Without much of a thought, he took the pistol off the man, leaving the submachine gun. "Ok, let's hope we get out of here." He said to her, trying to find an alternate route out of the building.

Akamaki nodded and then stood back while he killed the guard. She winced slightly as she passed the body but then, seemingly like an afterthought, she grabbed the submachine gun and then quietly followed Anaheim. She held the gun lightly, her finger away from the trigger. As they walked she started to examine the gun while keeping an eye out around her. This was the first time she had actually held a gun before and it intrigued her how it was made.

Now watching the television within the Limosine, Belkiora was sippins on his own glass of champagne. "Right on time, eh Pomegrade?" He asked the driver. "Yes, perfect timing indeed, sir." The driver responded. Looking back towards the television, he gave a light smile. "Now, we'll see if this La Terra group really does exist. Then I can exploit the bastards who are tarnishing my good name." He said as he placed the glass in the glassholder. "And the hostages, sir? What of them?" Pomegrade asked. "Sometimes sacrifices have to me made to pave towards the future." He told Pomegrade. "A wise man taught me that."

As the old woman was thrown towards her, Victoria kneeled down with her. "Are you alright?" She asked her before only getting a not, the woman seemed to be dazed at the moment, so she couldn't get a clear response across. She then used herself as a shield for the old woman, when the glass was shattered and the ringleader's head was shot off. She gasped softly as she looked around, trying to see where the bullets were coming from as well. She continued to protect the old woman as she panted heavily, trying to calm herself down.

As Anaheim made his way towards the main entrance, he noticed that the special units of the police were making their way into the building. Knowing full well that being an amputee that wasn't invited would obviously make him a target. "Damn!" He turned around, and tried to find another exit, before noticing the sniper laser aiming towards him. Making a quick move back into the kitchen, the sniper fired a few shots through his poncho before he got to cover. "Jesus, won't these guys get a clue?!" He said to himself as he saw one of the terrorist gunmen making a move at him.

After trying to navigate through the hallways of the kitchen, Anaheim was obviously cornered by the special ops. Now, he would probably blow their heads off and make a mad dash for freedom. IF he was an expert marksman. Unfortunately, he just dropped the pistol, and knelt on the gound. Allowing himself to be restrained, he was escorted out of the building along with the other terorists, all the while taking insults from the guests at the party. Anaheim was used to the abuse, and just walked out with teh special ops.