<div style="text-align: center">《 Armando》<br/>
<i>Location: Outside Abendblume main building; off to the side, trying to speak privately<br/>
Addressing: Kennedy</i>​</div><br/><br/>"Brian went for Hale." Which wasn't a lie. He just didn't have the means to do serious bodily damage. Armando would not have let Brian pound Hale in the face, if he was even doing anything more than reaching for the man. Of which Armando could have handled without drawing his firearm. Had essentially handled, simply by pulling Hale out of the way and putting himself between his boss and a potential threat. A rather mild threat, as far as Armando had been concerned.<br/><br/>"It wasn't me who shot him. I don't know what the man who did was thinking." Armando looked around for a moment, checking to see if eyes were still on him. He reached into his pocket for the heavy magazine, took a step closer, and tucked it into Kennedy's jean pocket. He then removed the unloaded gun, the one Brian had been shot with, muzzle to the ground and grip towards Kennedy to tuck it beneath the man's overshirt, buttoning the flannel front . Last, he collected any remaining 9mm ammo he had in his own magazines to hand off, hopeful his quick efficiency at doing so would make it unlikely that anyone was questioning what he was doing. They would need more ammo than a single magazine on the outside and Armando was well aware of Abendblume's defensive inventory. He was hoping it wouldn't be missed.<br/><br/>Was the man proficient with a gun? He wasn't certain. He'd never taken Kennedy to target practice, or so much as asked him. What he did know was that they would need protection and Abendblume wasn't providing it for them. Kennedy wasn't the type of man who would use it against another person without good reason. It was a risk, most definitely, but nothing about the situation at hand was predictable, or fair. The firearm would turn up missing. His ammo would be unaccounted for. Who all had seen Armando take it from that guard, and could it come back on him? Possible, especially if the the man whose nose had been busted that morning was feeling spiteful. It was very unlike Armando to simply 'lose' a gun and spill all of his magazines, and maybe if he'd thought the situation through more carefully, he might not have done what he had done.<br/><br/>"Don't use it until you get out there, please." He didn't want anymore bloodshed, and this had been a spur of the moment extension of trust. Perhaps a stupid one.<br/><br/>"Realize I can't let you go back in now, though." Kennedy had too many issues with Hale and it did seem pretty counterproductive to hand the man a weapon after his recent argument with the boss. Armando's family had come to american because they respected the freedom it provided. Now he was watching rights be infringed upon, and in his opinion these individuals did have the right to protect themselves.<br/><br/>"I'm trying my best here. These men are not qualified for this. I'm not sure<i>any </i>man is." With power, came those that sought to abuse it. Essentially, they were playing god and Armando realized he would need to answer for his sins one day. For good measure, Armando gripped Kennedy suddenly, giving him a violent shake and dragging him across the grounds and back towards the rest of the others. Roughly, he tossed Kennedy into Ezra, hoping the man understood that it was mostly for appearances.<br/><br/>"What the fuck did I tell you, Kennedy!" he shouted before turning back towards the main building.