He was alone. His blue-gloved hands balling into fists as he calmly walked down the corridor leading to the engine room. His patience had been tested to the fullest, and his temper was beginning to slowly burst out from his normally calm and cool exterior. His black polished dress shoes echoed slightly as he continued to walk down the corridor; his stone cold eyes piercing through every knook and kranny of the surrounding area.

"Enough. This is all so very pointless. You know you cannot win, and yet you persist to play this game of hide and seek. Heh. Irony I guess. You play while your friends are tortured. The large dumb one is on deaths' door right now."

The man stopped. He slowly turned around, only to see the petite figure of River Tam standing five-yards behind him.

"I know...." She said with a deep concentrated look on her face. "I know he's hurt. I can feel his pain. But he will not die. The heroine of the story is always victorious and fruitful. The hero dies sometimes. He usually sacrafices himself in a selfless act. But not the heroince. She's too good."

She smiled quantly as she stared upward at the tall man approaching her. River kept her hands behind her back. She had nothing in them. No weapon, no tricks. She had been hiding all this time because she knew that eventually one of the agents would go looking for her, and she felt it was time to end this; and if she was to pull it off, she would need to be rid of the main obstacle.

"Well miss Tam." The agent lifted his right hand up to straighten his glove. "You think you can honestly beat me." He reached into his left pocket and pulled out a small tub-like device.

River quickly reached in and locked her right thumb inbetween the index and middle finger of the agent and grasped his hand with hers.

" *Quan jou ji yu-in* The heroine never thinks, she always knows." River pressed her thumb down inbetween the middle and index knuckles and lifted the rest of his hand with hers, pai