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Orders. That was his world at the moment. Orders to be obeyed. Orders that would mean relative safety if carried out. Orders that meant Martin would not kill him this night should he succeed in carrying them out. The purchased items that he was told to fetch were brought, carried along with him as they entered another portion of the facility. The hook and chain theme continued here but it was clear that Martin had gone to some small trouble to ensure that things were just so. Drew hoped it was only a small trouble for he was worth no great trouble. That Martin spent so much time on him was at once flattering and creepy. He would do better without the man's attention said a vague thought. It was swiftly chased away by assurances that the pain and humiliation would end once master was sure he'd be a good and proper servant.

A single bulb valiantly fought the darkness away in the area that they were to work next. Drew carefully set the acquired items down and set straight to work tying himself up as ordered. Music blared from the radio as he did this. He ignored it as best he could. Though he was following orders what was left of his normal thought processes balked at what the order meant. The last time he'd been tied up in Martin's presence had been painful, torturous even. Now he was walking semi-willingly into the same treatment. He should given in. It would be easier to not fight. His hands twisted some of the rope about his ankles.

"Help."

It was quiet, caught up in the storm of sound from the radio. An exhortation to those few he held onto his disobedience for. He needed them. If only so they could see what was happening. So they would understand. But they wouldn't come. They couldn't save him from this and he didn't really want them to. If this was what Martin meant to happen then so be it. But still, his hands trembled as the rope twisted around one wrist. The other would have to be left for Martin.

Drew shared a grin with his compatriot. Soon they would triumph over the beast and there would be much celebration. They would have proven their superiority over the cunning animal. At least they would have if Mother Nature wasn't favoring the animal that day. The Masochist, which was still a really goofy alias, nearly had the cat when a small branch snapped. The Cat was warned and used the other man's face as a launching pad to go further up the tree.

The other man couldn't keep his balance.

Drew suddenly felt very like Charlie Brown.

"Oh brother." he managed to say before the inevitable crash happened. They tumbled to the ground.

"That cat is just plain evil. It even has the tree in on its scheme."

Drew sat up and looked at the other guy.

"You ok?"

Stupid question really but he was putting off going back up that tree.

After a couple of minutes the cat let him go and Drew pulled his arm back. He heard more than saw his fellow attempted cat rescuer re-enter the fray.

"Andrew Leroy."

He kept the introduction short since they were essentially "at work". Distraction huh? Well he could do that well enough. All he had to do was reach out to the cat. Unfortunately it seemed the cat had prepared if his colleague's shouts of disgust were anything to go by. The cat, not content with hitting only one of them with that particular tactic chose that point to hop to a branch above him and attempt to replicate it. Drew would have none of it. Except that being in a tree was not conducive to being able to move quickly and safely. While moving from branch to branch his grip slipped and Drew was left with an abrupt fall and an abrupt stop.

Luckily there had been a branch perfectly situated to catch him. Not so lucky was how the branch had caught him. Drew looked up to see where the cat was because he certainly wasn't moving just yet. There was the blasted cat, a mere two branches above him, with the closest thing a real cat could get to a Cheshire grin on it's little furry mug.

"Is it animal cruelty if the animal is the one being cruel?"

After a long minute Drew got up from his fall and began climbing back up into the upper branches, following the path of the sadistic feline.

The first balloon hit but she, like him, had done her best to minimize the damage. Gina managed to dodge his second balloon. Her second balloon quickly follow his second and Drew didn't bother to move too much, just enough to take the hit on the left side that was already wet. Now that they were done Drew picked up the bucket that had held the balloons while Gina talked.

"Yeah it was. We should get inside and dry off though. Maybe have a snack?"

Gina grinned widely and Drew grinned back. The whole thing had been a wonderful way of getting his mind off of...well the weirdness. Now that it was over he'd probably start worrying again. Hopefully not before he had a cookie or something though.

"There's probably some cookies or something left in the kitchen."

He shifted the bucket to one side and headed for the closest entrance to the mansion. Maybe Gina would follow?

As Kate began to rummage through the cabinets Drew stepped back. Apparently she knew where what she wanted was so he might as well not get in the way. She pulled six canisters out of a cabinet and Drew supposed that she must of provided them herself. While she selected a tea, he sat down. She apparently found it pretty easy to forgive him for what he'd said. Kate wasn't even sure why she'd said what she had, or so she claimed. Drew couldn't be so sure. Whoever this girl was that had come back from Italy she wasn't the same Kate he'd known before.

"I don't know either."

After that fight it was pretty clear that he didn't know her at all really. This was probably going to be an awkward conversation but if they were going to be friends at all it had to be done.

"Are you alright after that dip in the pool? That couldn't have felt good."

At least in that he didn't have to question the norm. Kate + cold = bad. That much hadn't changed at all.

Apparently she was reluctant to send a balloon straight at him. That gave him breathing room but only just. He managed to move enough so that only his left side took the hit. The rest of Drew remained fairly dry. He tossed a retaliatory balloon at a straighter angle than Gina had done. Sure he was a nice guy but he wasn't going to be quite as nice in a war. Which this was. Or at least a duel.

You just didn't offer mercy to your enemy until after you had them trounced. That was all.

Now they were down to one balloon apiece and instead of see the duel drag on Drew tossed his second balloon shortly after the first. They could both probably use a rest. Maybe he'd warm up a couple of muffins or cookies or something he'd baked the night previous. There were probably a few things left over in the kitchen. If not, well he could always make more.