Zel scowled at the backs of his three siblings, certainly not caring for the dissent among the ranks. Nike was unusually twitchy, and he felt like hurling a brick at the back of both Bia's and Kratos' heads just to stop the snarking back and forth.
There was a time for them all to have their usual squabbles, but this sure as fuck wasn't it. There was too much riding on their success, and if he had to lock the lot of them into a bomb shelter somewhere and let them beat the hell out of one another to get shit right again after they were done, so be it.
He slid the last two shotgun rounds home before snapping it shut once more, stuffed a few extra revolvers where they could be easily grabbed before slamming his trunk shut. He could just barely make out Sneak's shadow in the sky, and he could feel the other two storming in through the building itself.
Two and two, right?
"Fuck."
He took off in a similar fashion as Nike did, cringing at the uncomfortable sensation of his wings breaking free as he always did. But sensing the other's placement in and around the building, instead of following Nike to the top of the building, Zel swung wide to gain momentum before slamming himself through a window of the apartment where they knew the Tuna to be held. Glass shattered loudly as he eventually rolled to a stop, hoping the others took that as an invitation to get their asses in here too.