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((Hey, like I said, Shae is totally mentally sound. So I copied no one. So NYEAH to you, Venom!))

Shae sighed inwardly. "What now?" he murmured, although he didn't draw his guns. "Wait here," he said aloud, making his way to the back door, one of sliding glass. ((Yeah, cause I like those better.))
He stood in an odd pose, pelvis tilted slightly forward and arms hanging down. It was his customary quickdraw pose. His eyes widened ever so slightly as he looked upon...

((Feel free to like, tell me what he sees...))

((Please GOD let it be two minutes...))

"s**t, the enemy Agents!" he called over his shoulder as soon as he saw them. "Take the kids and-"
Then he saw what looked to him, from his angle, Gabriel being run over by the car. His mouth snapped shut and his eyes narrowed on the Agents that were at this point raising their guns.
Shae's hands blurred down to his holsters and he ripped them both up, pulling the triggers as he brought them up. Knowing he might not be able to directly damage the Agents due to the fact that he didn't know what their upgrades were, he instead aimed for their guns.
His aim was increased now that he was enraged about Gabriel.

One agent found himself disarmed and promptly leapt to relative safety within the pool; the other's eyes slid right past Marcus to the unnamed entrant, who had now broken down the door. Mrs. Daley turned to engage the newcomer, but the newcomer was much, much faster; she fired three rounds into Mrs. Daley's right arm and three into her right leg. The aforementioned victim collapsed, dropping the handgun in the process. Next, the newcomer focused on the agent across the pool from her. Cooly, she raised the handgun and popped off one shot that passed straight between the man's eyes. Well, technically into the right one, very near the outside edge socket, but given the shot straight over Marcus' shoulder, it was a darned impressive thing.

Next, without second thought of Marcus or Gabriel, she marched over to the wounded Mrs. Daley, grabbed the front of her shirt, and slammed her into the nearest wall. "Where is he? Where is John?" she demanded softly. Her voice was smooth, and would've been soothing if it weren't for the extremely effective combat situation she had just dealt out.

((Cado and Amelie and Alyx in the morning.))

The woman glanced at him. She didn't answer his question directly. Instead, she pushed the suppressor into Mrs. Daley's throat. "Hades didn't want you killing any civilians, did he?" Her voice was smooth, monotone, even perhaps half asleep, but much faster. "You're not alone. Where are the other agents, where did they go? I need to see they do it properly." Mrs. Daley groaned in pain, looking to Marcus for comfort, for proof against what this woman was obviously insinuating.

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Alyx came back to Cado and Amelie, shaking her head. "There's no way we can put a bullet on target from this range." Then she paused, her head snapping to the right. "Did you see...?" she stopped. Her eyes scanned windows across the street. "Movement," she murmured quietly. She shook her head. "No clear angle. Going up on the roof, you'll get seen, or you won't have a firing angle. I think we're going to have to get into the crowd and get close," she murmured, her hand on her jacket where the Five-seveN was resting. Just in case, she unzipped the jacket a little so she could get at it faster, then looked to Cado and Amelie to ensure they agreed with her course of action.

((Hm...))

The female agent closed her eyes as if in frustration then looked at him. "Agent Bush. From LM. Now tell me now-" her eyes shut again, and when she opened them again, her attitude was changed. "Oh," she stated simply, staring at the suppressor driven into Mrs. Daley's throat. She dropped her onto the sofa, and looked at the wounds in mild consternation. "Too much adrenaline, too little stim," she commented to no one in particular. "Anyhow, I'm on my own," she told Marcus, trading the half-empty magazine for a fresh one. "I thought, you know, maybe you knew where the mark had gone."

Mrs. Daley nodded, altogether too knowingly, perhaps even unnecessarily familiar with the need. The LM agent stepped back. She was clearly not equipped to repair the damage she did. "I don't think you understand the need," Bush told Marcus. "The others are in danger, whoever they are, unless they brought some seriously large automatics. At least six agents or so. I don't think they're going to stay quiet enough."

Cado nodded back at her, moving deeper into the crowd. He began working his explosives deftly, readying clusters and belts of grenades. He detached the sling from his jacket and checked his body armor.

Wait, he didn't have body armor.

Well, s**t.