"I know," Brandon told Silas, giving him an understanding clap on the shoulder. "It'll be okay," he promised. "She'll be alright, dude. Don't worry." He couldn't promise that part, but he was sure that when it came down to it, Silas' promise wasn't a hundred percent genuine here, so he let it go. "None of us pull any hero bullshit. Only way we'll all come out of it alive, right?" Something like that, anyway.
That left Brandon with eying the ground. He could do that. "Office building was my hunch, too. It's small, 'bout five floors tall, so it should be easy." It was nice to face off against a small amount of people for a change. "Fuckin' right Hulk one and Hulk two. Long as I'm one," he added with a wry little grin in Silas' direction.
Brandon shook his head no. "No splitting up. We're in this one together, man," he said to Regan.
Silas' suggestion to check the door was met with a nod. He raised his walkie again and told Alghren to, "watch for traps when you open the roof door. The street's pretty well covered." At her confirmation, Brandon continued along the path they were already on.
With Silas on the building and Regan on their six, Brandon's eyes went to the ground, sweeping the area as they walked. Each time they made their way too close to a trap, Brandon held his arms out to stop them both. "They put a fuckton of these things out here," he said angrily. With a quick glance at the perimeter, he couldn't help but notice that their group had dwindled quite a bit. "Where the fuck did everyone go?" he asked. But the distraction kept his attention from the woman on the third floor, aiming her pistol at him.