Aaron winced as the shots came. He'd been expecting them, but after the silence, it was almost painfully loud. He hoped to subdue the struggling boy, he really couldn't call him much of an adult, but an appraisal of the clothes he was wearing and the symbol stitched onto a sleeve told him everything he needed to know.

It was almost too kind to knock him unconscious, but when the third attacker came through firing wildly, he finished off his own ally as Aaron dodged away from the threat. He too went down, but the gunfire had alerted the remainder of this attacking force that their element of surprise was lost. The few doors into the hangar popped open as ten armed zealots poured into the dark space, some firing at Aaron's shadowed form as he ducked for cover near a plane.