[u][b]Lucas Schwarze--Desperate times...[/b][/u]

Luke's face hardened, also hearing Ciel come under scrutiny of the forces patrolling the now locked-down nightclub. This situation had gone to hell in a handbasket quickly, and their search for a good place to tunnel out of had come up alarmingly empty for a nightclub in the middle of a city.

[i]Really, how did this place turn into Fort Knox?[/i]

Shaking the train of thought away, Luke glanced out of the corner of his eye to Jack, who was currently doing an amazingly accurate impromptu impression of a loaded spring, waiting for the perfect moment to act.

He needed a moment, huh?

That gave Luke an [i]idea[/i].

[b]"If you need a distraction, I've got you covered."[/b] he said lowly, switching down from drills, to gauntlets, and finally back to watches. Crouching low, he practically assumed a runner's pose straight off of a track meet, a curiously mischievous fire in his gray eyes.

[b]"Just give the word."[/b]