Brandon, Silas, (Regan?) and eventually Rae.
Honestly, Brandon wasn't as anxious as he should have been. Maybe that was his first mistake.
Somewhere in the corner of his mind, the fact that he had the ability to lift a whole ton more than he used to, and put that much more force behind any punch that he through, and it made him a little bit careless. The small group, dubbed "the ground team" by Brandon, walked the streets of Ossining toward the barricaded street, and Brandon didn't have a care In the world. They were going to go in, and they were going to win. It was as simple as that.
When the first couple of people appeared in the street, and there was only a couple of them, he was calm. They stood at the opposite side of the barricade, taking stock before climbing over, and Brandon was confident. They could win this easily, he deduced. But then, a few seconds later, he heard a shot fired from a window a few stories up. In his sight, there were three people, standing with different firearms in windows. He paused, looked around at the group, and came to a conclusion.
Maybe this wouldn't be as cut and dry as he'd initially thought.
"We gotta do this quick," he shouted to everyone. "There's a few of them in the windows, so be careful, watch your sixes and make sure not to let them get a bead."
He thought for a moment, then nodded his head. "Once the pair we see there are taken care of, I can almost guarantee that a few more will take their place. When their inside forces have dwindled a little, we go inside," he told Silas, and probably anyone else in earshot. "Alghren and her group can come in from the roof and lend us firearm support. She can't get hurt, anyway," he added, looking at Silas, because he knew that he wouldn't be a fan of Alghren being in the melee, even if she was more or less indestructible.