Kael had known what to expect, but looking at it all he still felt a mite nauseous. The women and children- drugged, but in surprisingly good condition. His mind had come expecting all states of abuse and depredation, jumping ahead of itself in concern. Still, he felt one thing very keenly, even as fixated on Celeste and exhausted as he was. He was angry as hell.<br/><br/>He wished he could have stopped at every bed, but the thinking part of his mind told him armed men were still in here, and that he should be sticking with the group that was storming the place, to clear it out. He opted to cover their back, following along as they passed through rooms, ever letting a hand drop to his shotgun. Surprisingly little resistance meant he just kept following, and covering the back, uncertain, expecting something constantly. When the phone rang, it only served to make him tense sharply and spin about, watching for someone to react and come storming after to gun down the intrusion- and instead he heard Celeste's voice, panicked into the other end.<br/><br/>"What's going-"<br/><br/>Charlie hung up and announced it to the crew, and Kael cursed under his breath, charging after. He forgot to watch the back at this point, but packed into the corridors the men beat him there- and the as the shots went off the conflict was over near as soon as it started, and severely one sided. Left with five men standing, the question was if they were still resisting, or being gunned down, or if as they dropped, finding their guns unworking, whether they knew it or not, they'd be giving in.<br/><br/>If they were lucky, they'd already surrendered. Because if men were still standing intent on fighting him off as he caught up to them, and they hadn't already all been shot dead, they were in for an unpleasant surprise. Perhaps nicer than what would have been due to them from the other gunmen, probably more than capable of lethal shots. But the trick was, even with a sawed off barrel and his lack of any practice or natural nack for the guns, they were all in a narrow corridor, at close range.<br/><br/>Where the shotgun was king.<br/><br/>Kael slid his way between the men to the front, falling to a knee and dropping himself low, coming below line of fire from the men behind him, forcing in and coming down half a step in front, already with a wooden stock set to his shoulder.<br/><br/>If anyone was standing and resisting, with their unloaded guns, but who knew what else, they were about to receive one barrel of buckshot somewhere between hip and knee level. Where no one wore a bullet proof vest, very few died, and almost none felt any need to continue resisting.<br/><br/>"YIELD."<br/><br/>He barked, probably not alone. 'Drop them' or 'on the ground' was probably more standard, but you could blame a certain lycanthrope for that. If the hypothetical standing resisting men left did not comply from there, they had the other barrel reserved for them, and probably a couple of nine millimeters from behind him.<br/><br/>He was there to make sure every barrier between him and the voice that had come from the other side of the room was disposed of as quickly as possible, and then he'd be competing for front of the formation with all of the other men to get to that door.