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Ryan turned to glare at the girl, leaving off his pounding of the door. "They're gonna have to care once I get out of this place," He spat. He took a look at the girl - short, dyed hair, torn shirt, broken face - and then rolled his eyes mentally - gang girl, definitely from the looks of her. He'd seen her type a million times over - always thought they were so tough when they didn't realize that he was a freaking guy - he could kick their ass from one hell to the next without even thinking about it.

"Instead of pissing and moaning about how you're going to get them, why don't you get the fuck out of the way or try to get the door open?"

"What the fuck do you think I was trying to do, bitch? And I'm not the one in the way bitch." He asked, coldly.

The girl seemed to ignore him, looking around the room and then pointing into a corner, "There."

He glanced over and saw the twinklings of a camera lens and then turned fully away from the girl as she doubled over, about to puke. Weakling, he thought in disgust. But she had given him a bit of useful information, though he'd rather stab himself than admit it.

Ryan looked around and then walked towards one of the lovely antique chairs. He didn't bother pausing to admire its artistic quality before placing a foot on the seat and using his right hand to tear an arm off. It created a horrible wrenching noise that Ryan ignored as he hefted the arm, feeling its weight and then walked quickly over to the corner where the girl had pointed. Taking aim carefully, he threw the arm straight the the camera, cracking the lens and spinning it to that it faced the intersection between two walls.

Mentally, Ryan congratulated himself. It had been a very nice throw.

Without a doubt, there were probably other cameras in the room, but it didn't really matter. Ryan just wanted them to know that he wasn't someone to be messed with. If it was the only camera in the room, they wouldn't have a clue what was happening. And if that happened...

Someone's gonna get sent down here, and I'm going to cream them.

Outwardly, he allowed himself a tight grin and then walked over to another armchair - this one undamaged. He lifted it up - it was surprisingly heavy given its light design and cushiony feel and walked back over to the doors.

With a resounding BAM, Ryan smacked the double doors with his newly found weapon. There was a bit of an echo afterwards - the hall was extremely large and lacked any soft surfaces to absorb the sound - and Ryan's hands smarted from the impact, but he ignored the pain. It wasn't as if it was anything that he couldn't handle after all.

The chair had left no mark.

Scowling, Ryan smacked the doors again and again until finally, a small crack started to appear in the center of his throws. Grinning, he threw himself at the door again, heaving down hard -

The doors flew open, and Ryan tumbled back, getting another good smack on the head as he rolled to a stop, his poor battered chair landing at his side. The pain almost took Ryan into a vomiting fit, but he again forced it down, gritting his teeth and glaring at the door. He hadn't expected his plan to work so well.

Two people were standing there - they were the ones who had thrown the doors open so forcefully. One was unknown to Ryan, but the other - the other was his little 'friend - the one who had gotten him into this mess in the first place.

A cold grin materialized on Ryan's face.

Now that's it, He thought as he slowly stood up. Not only do I get out of here, but I get myself some revenge too. Fucking awesome. However, Ryan wasn't so stupid as to go straight in without some plan - this guy had managed to get into his room without waking him and take him out with a single blow. He'd been strong enough to carry Ryan - who was by no means light - and he definitely had some training, be it military or other.

So, instead of charging straight on, Ryan grabbed his chair, threw it at the two and then stampeded right after it.