All it took was one or two punches to the head and the guy Brandon was holding in place was out cold. He turned just in time to see the kid win his own fight and nodded once, impressed with how the kid took down a guy who was twice his size. But that faded quickly now that the fight was over. Now? Now he had something more important to do.
"Now I've g—" he stopped short when the kid asked him, rather, commanded him, to help. To be honest, Brandon's priority wasn't to help Luke find O'Brien. Leah, Lilah and Kori were in this melee somewhere, and his biggest priority was to find them and make sure they were safe. So his brother instinct told him to say no and send the kid out on his own.
His cop instinct wouldn't let him, though. He made one last fervent glance around for any one of his sisters, but it was an exercise in futility.
"A—all right," he muttered. "For a little bit. But my sisters..." was all he said before reaching to his hip for his gun. If there was anything this incident taught him, it was that he wasn't going to be able to get out of this without killing at least one person. But that's okay...