The flashing of his gun barrel may have given away his position, but he didn't necessarily need the extra light the remaining gunmen were producing with their wild shots. It still made it easier as he took his time, taking out one. Another suddenly stopped, and he noticed a familiar form in the dark. It seemed Hans was taking the silent route, and if Aaron could draw attention away from the sudden lack of gunfire, he would help. He kept on, taking down another as the second was killed, and then the last zealot, realizing he was now outnumbered, and without allies, let his fear get the better of him. Rather than be shot down, killed in pained silence, or taken hostage, he ended his own life.

When the silence held sway, Aaron stood and looked over at Hans, straightening up and taking his hand away from his wound. It had healed over, but it still ached as the internal damage was repaired.