"We can take you to a safehouse!" One of the brothers shouted out. "Masu-Kai owns it, so nobody will come looking! [i]Real fuckin' safe![/i] Their arms were outstretched through the bars, desperately pawing at the cool night breeze rolling in through the open doorway. "You can't just leave us to rot here! Come on! [i]Come on! We'll take you there![/i]" The other shouted over his brother. "Please!" They shouted in unison. One was shaved bald and muscular with a scar over his nose, and the other was skinnier with a wispy black ponytail tied into a braid. "We'll give you money, too! For your trouble! Just let us [i]out![/i]" Their shouting had now become more noticeable than the escape itself, and was becoming more and more of a risk by the second.

"What the hell are you ass-clowns waiting for?!" Ryotaro shouted at his fellow escapees. "They've got money and a hideout! Where are those stupid keys?" He began to make his way towards the broom closet, rifling through the bits of trash and clutter therein.

"I don't break bread with rapists." Ibiki said firmly. The striking squid was soft in the face, certainly, but he was far from soft-spined. He was a man of principle, and on these principles, he would not be bullied by a street thug or grant two criminals such as these their freedom.

"We don't have any other plan, Ibiki-san," Hisao said, walking through the doorway with a crouch, having wiped the blood off of his nose and onto his pants. "The ends justify the means, eh?" He suggested, grabbing the back of his head in his discomfort at the situation. "I don't like them either, but I don't know anybody in this hick town,"

"Yeah! none of you know anybody here, and the road's ten miles to the next-"

"[i][b]SHUT IT![/b][/i]" Hisao roared, drunkenly snapping at the two imprisoned men. A silence fell over the room as the three began pondering the morally correct decision. Finally, Ibiki turned to Xiubao.

"You haven't said anything on the matter. What do you think?"