No, protect her.

The wise play, you reason, is to give up your former date. Though you certainly don't owe her any favors, you still have strong feelings for Ms. Kyle, besides something doesn't add up. Why would this green bowler wearing jerk send someone to seduce you to bring you to Athenaeum and then be surprised when you arrived? Remembering there is an alarm on Dent's wall a really stupid, painful, idea pops in your mind.

“You're not too smart are you?” You pray this crazy plan works. “Let me guess, community college drop out?”

You're able to roll a bit with the on coming cane strike but it still draws blood as it slams against your face. Exaggerating the effect of the blow you dramatic go flying and grab for the alarm. Your hand hits true but when the alarm leveler goes down a disheartening silence remains.

“Insults are one thing.” The green man grimly states, “But thinking I wouldn't disarm the alarms is a far greater discourtesy.”

“Take him down.” He orders his fake police guards to attack.

The first thug, coming in from your left, you're able to do a clumsily arm bar grab and push him to the floor. Before you can fully spin to face the next attacker the one with a pistol slams the bottom of the grip into your upper shoulder. Trying to go with his momentum you pull off a partial tai-otoshi arm grab, leg sweep, that sends him stumbling into the wall next to his friend. Unfortunately, the third one is very strong and very quick and he grabs you by the shoulders and slams you against the wall. Before you can react a fourth punches you hard in the jaw, while a fifth thug uppercuts your kidneys. There is little you can do as they work you over. You endure more then most, but finally you collapse to the floor, bruised and spitting blood.

“Barbaric.” The well dress gang leader disdainfully comments. “You four, take the good doctor down to the custodian's tool shop and break his fingers, crush his wrists, pull out a few teeth, when he is willing to talk bring him back to me.”

The strong one yanks you up by your hair as two other thugs clamp down on your arms and drag you out of the office.