[@The Slenderman]
The grounds suddenly blared into life at Philomel's intrusion! Various lamp posts around the grounds flared into blinding brilliance, a magical safeguard against uninvited guests. Nassus had spared no expense in the construction of his lair. The guards, from posts on terraces on the second level to ground patrols, converged their focus on the highlighted warrior. "TAKE AIM!" Shouted an authoritative voice, presumably the guard commander. The sentries above leveled high-powered rifles, mahogany butts tucked expertly to their shoulders and bronze barrels pointing directly at Philomel and Randy. Lasers began to dot their bodies, until the count steadied above a dozen for each of them. Various guards with halberds surrounded the area of the front entrance, creating a shrinking perimeter around the men. "REMOVE YOURSELVES FROM THE PREMISES, OR FACE CERTAIN DEATH!" shouted the same unseen voice.

At this development, Nassus accelerated his plans not wanting to take the chance of losing his opportunity to sire and heir with Akkina. He left his documents to rest on his desk, marching towards her quarters. The guards unlocked the door and allowed him into the room, where he leered at Akkina. The door was secured behind him. [b]"We're going to have a lot of fun, my dear. Oh. so. much. fun!"[/b] He quickly crossed the distance between them and pounced onto the bed, capturing her arms within his surprisingly steely grip and trapping her legs with his own. He bent down and took a deep whiff of her scent, burying his nose next to her ear into her hair. He turned towards her face, licking her face, desiring to feel her squirm under his actions. [b]"What do you say, my dear. Shall we get started?"[/b]

[@The ghost in black][@JG]

No one was left around Silas's body, the guards having been taken care of by an expert hand of the blade. They had been struck down where they stood, or in mid-reaction to the unexpected attack. Titan chalked it up to the man he'd just met, not having seen anyone of this calibur among the ragtag group infesting the Marketplace. With JG providing a welcomed distraction, he sprinted across the way and grabbed a fistful of fur and flesh. He allowed his momentum to carry the both of them, swinging the body until it was draped across his shoulders. It seemed he wouldn't have time to get to the manor before the swordsman. 

But if he delivered the body, he could just take his payment and say he had given both his bounties to the man in the same moment. Holding the body in place upon his shoulders with one hand, Rafael turned on one of his Gears with voice commands, holding his Interface close to his mouth as he ran. "Activate intercom function, Gear A-12. Commence transmission, receiver JG." One of his Gears floated down to JG's ear to inform her of the recent changes in situation. "Bounty completed, secondary objective in transit. You may find your escape. Follow this Gear if you wish to find me, your voice has been calibrated for this specific automaton, simply state 'Home protocol'. Stay safe." Titan growled as he nearly lost his footing as the corpse threw off his balance. "Gear A-12, end transmission." No longer broadcasting, he returned the hand to the Lycan's corpse and continue on towards Nassus's manor. Hopefully something would be left when he arrived.