"Hm."<br/><br/>Kael pulled himself into the seat- and bothered to buckle, despite himself- before pulling two small cylinders out of his pocket. He pushed some of the coat aside and turned his hip a little to allow himself decent access to the sawed off hanging where it would normally be nicely covered by the long coat, and opened the thing forward in two. He popped one shell into either barrel, eye balling it up and checking the outdated thing to make sure all was right. He wasn't a gun expert, and didn't have a manual for this model, but he'd looked up enough and gotten something simple enough that he seemed to be able to judge reliably. With a grim nod to the comment of taking things into their own hands, he shut the gun again with a snap.<br/><br/>Kael wasn't exactly trusting of vigilante organizations like this. But he had more reason to give them the benefit of the doubt than to expect the police to ever bother to get off their asses and do something useful.<i>Especially</i>if metas were involved anywhere.<br/><br/>So. Slaving. Children and women.<br/><br/>At least he could understand why Celeste had let herself do something to stupid as to go into this kind of thing untrained, unarmed, and on an unreliable stomach. He couldn't blame her. Even if he could still be angry at her. He told himself it was mostly rational, looking out the window to gauge the sort of area they were passing into, trying to let the motion snap him to his senses a bit as the steady motion threatened to lull him. He seemed stuck in thought, brow scrunched up in frustration as he took it all in and let bloodshot eyes track everything until they mentioned her condition- he snapped to attention then.<br/><br/>He was trying to concentrate, work his body up, and run the facts over in his head as he stepped out and checked it all, shooting a very unamused glance at his comment about him getting Celeste hurt- who had thrown her in there after all, pregnant, ill, or otherwise as far as his knowledge went?- and just about froze when the shot went off.<br/><br/>"Fuck-" he spoke under his breath as the other men reacted to the gun shot quickly, storming in, and his heart skipped a beat.<br/><br/>He went in on their heels, rushing in behind, snapping his dagger out of the concealed holster and keeping it in his left as he followed in after- corridors were not the ideal place to rely on a sword as big as his, especially with friendly folks around- and the right free for his shotgun or anything he might need an open hand for.<br/><br/>Looked like they were going to have to crack this place open fast.