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Noah, while still very on edge, appeared to calm down. Thoughts of his mentor came floating into his mind. It was the only thing that made him feel like he wasn't drowning. He wished his mentor was there with him right now. If anyone could clear this mess up, it would be him. He had so much more knowledge on the arcane and occult than Noah could ever dream. But, the mad in the red duster wouldn't come. He was off in God knows what part the world he came from. The same question just kept popping up in Noah's mind: What would master do?

The young man thought hard, trying to remember his mentor's mannerisms and the way he acted. How would approach this situation. Probably with some degree of tact and diplomacy. Maybe even an air of aloofness. Could Noah really be like that? Could he take the guise of someone who was just a proxy? It was worth a shot in this room full people up to their eyes in drama. Perhaps if someone just brought everyone back to their senses and realized how trivial everything was, something might change.

First, Noah had to look like he was in control in some way or that nothing was going to happen. He took a breath before spying an ornate wooden desk chair sitting next to an equally expensive looking writing desk. The red clad lad walked over and put a hand on the chair's back, dragging it to where he stood. The chair had no arms, so Noah could however he liked on it. It was his seat. The youth sat down on the chair sideways with an arms hanging over the back. Even though he was trying to be someone else, it was useless to resist having his own rough traits come through.

"So, you want to just live happily ever after with your family, despite the ruckus you've caused. I'm sure we'd all like to do that. I know I do. I got a sister back home. She depends on me and I want to see her be happy. But we all can't have that life, Len." Noah could feel himself trembling inside. It felt like he was now walking blind through a minefield. But he had to believe the words he was saying. Charisma is half the battle in negotiating as he was told. And sometimes, just having enough could end the whole war. "Some of us are just unlucky like that. We get dealt the short straw in life and are put on the other end of the stick. That's how may luck turned out seven years ago. You see Len. You and I have something in common. We will always be men on the run. You're being hunted by the Vega's for the things you've done and from the sound of it, you were destined to fail. A nice ******** Catch-22. If you didn't protect your daughter, she'd be harmed and you'd off in some rat hole or worse. You resist and protect your family, you get hunted for the rest of your life. I'm the same way. I was once the leader of a street gang called, The Lung Gang." Noah said pointing to the black dragon tattoo on his cheek. "We had some enemies here and there, but none were as bad this one chick. She was Sabre and she led a gang of her own cutthroats. They were killers. Obsessed with blood and death. One night, we get into a big gang fight. Sabre has one her mates go down in the first minute. She was done in by one of my guys by accident. She was knocked into a pipe that cracked her skull. Sabre swore vengeance on me and vowed to hunt me down until the end. So, I'm on the run as well."

Noah let the room go quiet as he sat in the middle with his fingers drumming on the chair he sat in. "Do you see what I'm getting at Len? Even though you didn't mean it, you made a fire that can't be put out. Holding hostages aren't going to solve it either. I could leave and tell Yvonne that you have Rose hostage. But that would make this whole situation worse. Plus, everyone is here. You're all rounded up like pigs in a pen. After all this effort to come together, and then just to scatter again. Seems kind of like a waste. But why? Well Len, I'll tell you something my old mentor once told me. If there's a problem, you have find the source. And when you find the source, you find the source of the source! Now Len, what do you think is the source of the source of all these problems?"

Noah quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Did he really just talk down the infamous Len Richardson, public enemy number one? The man who was criminalized as a dark wizard. He watched as the wizard loosened his grip on Rose, only holding by her wrist now. It was much better than what was previously go on. Noah stood up from the chair he sat, trying hard to hide the pride in his latest achievement. But, the lad back on edge when Len proposed to make a deal. Noah listen, careful to hear each and every word that came out of Len's mouth. The deal so far seemed innocent enough. Nothing more than sentimental wishes. It was kind of like listening to prisoner's request for his last meal. Deep down, Noah felt some sympathy for the old man. The young ruffian then felt a wave of anxiety come over him as he then remembered about Sal and Imhotep. "Oh crap..." Noah mumbled as a bloody and torn up Salvador appear before everyone on the balcony.

It felt like had been ages since Salvador had been out like that. His head throbbed as the pain from the bullet wound in his skulled healed up, leaving a faint mark on his the side his skull when the entered and then exited. "Ayeye! My ******** head. What happened?" The wolf looked around and gazed upon the massive bloodstains on the grass at his feet and all of his torn cloths. Blood dripped from his forehead. It was then the lycan's memory came back to him. "Oh yeah. That puto." Salvador tried to stand up, but felt an intense burning sensation on his wrist when he did. "********!!!" He cried in pain as his skin burned. The pain was unlike anything Salvador had ever felt. It then he fingered out what it was: Silver. The werewolf was shackled and chained in silver bonds. Even worse, he was connected to something. The wolf looked behind him, seeing his once friend now enemy, Imhotep. "You! What's going on? Why are we tied up here?" Ever was happening quite fast for the wolf. His memory felt fuzzy. All he could remember was fighting and being in a rage and then hearing a loud bang. Then he went blank. None of that seemed to matter when an all to familiar scent wafted into his nose. "That scent. I know that scent." Salvador staggered to his feet, using all of his might to carry on through the burning pain of his silver bonds. He also had to lift Imhotep up as well. Sal wasn't going to let anything stop him though. Len was here! He was finally here. The wolf turned and looked up at the balcony. In that room his nose told him. The wolfed back away few yards before charging forward and leaping to the balcony.

Despite the thin veil of control, Noah was on edge, mostly because of Imhotep. He threatened to harm Rose and that was enough to make the teleporter want to stab the vampire in the heart. Naoh had the means to do it too. His hand slowly drifted to the obsidian knife on his belt, but it was soon retracted when Len spoke. He was honestly going to help those two. Even Salvador. What really caught Noah off guard was how Len suddenly gained the upper hand on the situation and forced the teleporter and Vega sibling to the bathhouse. "Hey, wait a minute!" Noah protested futilely. Before he knew it, he and Rose were in the bathhouse together. This was a mixed bathing kind of thing. It was a concept Noah was familiar with, but totally not used to. His shoulder shrank as passed a quick glance to Rose. "Do they really expect us to play ball here?" He said looking at the steaming water. Was he really going to get into the same tub as Rose...naked? The young thug then pulled his mind out of the gutter for a moment to think rationally. "Rose, are you ok? What did Len do to you?"

The wolf was quickly regaining his strength. The longer he was away from his silver bonds, the more he could feel his power return to its maximum level. It looked like Len was going to help the wolf. A tired toothy grin glared on Salvador as he felt hope shining through his bleak, depressing, and chaotic life. Perhaps he just might be able to get rid of this damn curse once and for all. Freedom was at hand. All he needed to do was just wait a little bit longer. But how long? He was already impatient and he had to suffer Imhotep's company.

"The bath being poisoned isn't what I'm worried about." Noah said looking to a couple of air vents on the walls. "Besides, these elves are with Len. What makes you they won't pull some kind of trick, even if it isn't a lethal one?" The temperature in the room was finally getting to Noah as heat was making him feel sweaty and uncomfortable. The young ward took off his signature red jacket and made his way over to Rose where crouched down to be at eye level with her. "On top of all that, I still have to make you get back home safely. That goes double for myself. I feel like Trixie must be worried sick about me." Noah sighed as he thought about his adopted little sister. It was clear he cared about and only wanted the best for her. That's why he couldn't die here. "And to answer your question, no, I'm not shy. I just don't think we should roll over to them so quickly."