Brandon, Silas, (Regan?) and eventually Rae.
This wasn’t Regan’s domain. He was the man who broke up fights, always had been – even as a kid. Yet here he was barreling into a fight that they intended to kill people in. Whatever his reservations were about this whole situation, he kept them to himself. Loyalty over took anything else, and with Brandon and Silas here there wasn’t a chance in hell he wouldn’t have come.
One for all and all for one, or some shit like that.
That’s why he was here, not to kill anyone, but to make damn sure the people he gave a damn about came back alive and in one piece. He had promised Leah that he’d keep an eye on Brandon and Evan, but the latter was too far ahead – which meant his focus was on his best friend at the moment.
When the gunfire started he wondered if it was too late to turn back. Shoot outs always got messy and people always got hurt, that much he remembered from his days as a cop. But it was too fucking late to turn back, and Brandon was already working out a strategy for them.
It was a good plan, a solid one. And Regan nodded in confirmation that he heard and understood it. Letting Brandon and Silas call the shots was more than fine with him. Still when Silas offered up a way to keep the guns out of things, he sighed. “We may need them,” he pointed out. His focus split between the discussion at hand and the movement all around them.
Well maybe the question of getting the guns involved is a mute point. Regan thought as he focused on the building, watching for any change in movement. “If that’s what they think, they really are idiots.” He remarked as the first wave of guys emerged from the building and came at their group full force.