Hearing that he would be spending the night in the basement, and not be given medical attention until the next day, almost caused Ryan to blurt out his frustration. He quickly thought better of it though. He was a guest and a stranger, these people were in no way required to help him. So, reluctantly, Ryan followed Marrec and Valerie to the basement. The first thing he noticed was the lack of doors and windows, there was only one way in and one way out. [i]Creeeeepy.[/i] "Eh, I've slept in worse places. Good night, everyone," he said as he unslung his rifle and put it down across from. He also unclipped his two holsters, with the berettas still in them, and placed them next to the rifle. Finally, he set down his pack which held all of the ammo for his weapons. He turned his back and went to the part of the room with the most comfortable-looking sleeping area and laid down. If Marrec was quick and quiet enough, he could easily confiscate Ryan's weapons without him noticing until morning, possibly even later in the afternoon considering how forgetful and oblivious he often was.

[b][u]The Next Morning[/u][/b]

Ryan awoke from his slumber with a loud yawn, stretching out his arms as he arose. He lifted his hand to feel his forehead. The bleeding had stopped, but half of his face was now covered in dry blood. Without bothering to see if William was awake before asking, "Yesterday, those guys said your 'friends' were causing trouble or something and that's why they put us down here? You know what they meant?" Ryan stood up and looked around the room curiously. [i]Why do I feel like I'm missing something?[/i]