[b][i]The Dragon's Den[/i][/b]

If Luke and Jack were to begin drill their way out, they'd be met with several hundred feet of hard concrete as they were underground. Most likely, they'd be attacked by an onslaught of White Fang and Dragon's Den guards before even making much of a dent. They'd also discover the owner of the Dragon's Den's strange, but immense, hatred for drills. Drilling is obviously not the best plan for escape. The best plan would to possibly defeat the owner in combat and interrogate him on how best to disable the advanced security system.

Meanwhile, out on the main floor, Ciel is not in the best of situations. As several White Fang search the belongings of the Dragon's Den customers, the one that the masked owner had referred to as Morgan noticed the young girl in the crowd. "Hey, you! Aren't you a bit young to be here, girl?" she said as she approached. She was close enough that Ciel could very easily see that Morgan was a snake faunus with scales covering several random spots of skin and a completely scaled tail. She also had a pair of hidden fangs and snake-like eyes, but those were hidden either by her mask or her mouth being closed. Morgan also carried no visible weapon.

Across the street from the Dragon's Den, Murphy watches as the underground casino goes into lock down. "Team? Hello? You there?" he calls out on the radio, not knowing that all communication inside and out has been jammed. He switches channel's to call his department. "This is Murphy, I need a SWAT team at my location now... with explosives. The heavy stuff. We got a big barricade to blast through."

Several blocks away from the Dragon's Den, a lone man walking home from work casually strides down the street. "Oh boy, I just got a promotion at work, my wife is pregnant, and all of my family has their health. Nothing could possibly ruin this day," he says cheerfully as he passes a very dark alley that a very hungry cannibal could easily be hiding in to grab her next victim, if she so wanted to. But what's the likelihood of something like that happening? Not like there's some crazy fox girl running around the city who might have said cannibalistic tendencies and is already thinking of trying to find her next meal. Right?