Ryan sighed as the man with whom he was just talking looked away, the near expressionless face seeming distracted instead of giving a reply. Now he knew how his friends must feel when he occasionally zones out. Thinking briefly of his friends, he again hoped that they were ok - uninjured and uncaptured. 

The teen girl seemed to be pretty quick to define someone as 'ok in her books'. But he wasn't going to complain about that in the moment. The thing - rock man - seemed to have a minor objection, but he shrugged and accepted the girl's decision. Renat settled for silently watching and listening. It would be a bit of trouble to get to the safe house unnoticed, but this group seemed determined.

The teen then motioned for them to come closer. She brandished a form of hotchpotch device. "[color=khaki]This is our distraction. When I plug it in we have 30 seconds before it goes off. It should make a mess more than anything once I tweak it. Got it?[/color]" 

[color=6ecff6][i]A bomb?! Maybe this was not the best idea. But I guess it is [/i]probably[i] better than getting captured by the U.S.F.[/i][/color] As soon as the girl ran, throwing the armed bomb behind her, he was right behind her - his heart pumping. Soon enough, there was an explosion. He briefly glanced back, but did not stop. Despite knowing that they were out of range, he still felt a sense of fear not familiar to him. The explosion was quickly followed by a few smaller ones and the alarm being sounded.

"[color=khaki]Just a little further guys and then we can take a break.[/color]"

[i][color=6ecff6]I'm now fleeing with what, in the eyes of the U.S.F. is a bunch of criminals... And I don't even know their names... I guess I'll ask when we take a break.[/color][/i] Renat followed the girl, who seemed far more confident in herself, praying they'd get to the hideout soon and that he'd eventually be able to safely return home.