"Supporters here for this...cause are few, but there are enough that The Major has managed to rally a small army. It'll be difficult to tell if he sent them or they acted on their own." Aaron kept his gazed down, the smell of blood was heavy on the air. He holstered his gun and returned to the one he had been certain he'd knocked unconscious, but saw, much to his dismay, a pool of blood forming under him. In the fever of action, he'd cracked the zealot's skull in the landing. Nearby was the letter opener, and Aaron picked it up, carefully using his ruined shirt to clean off his blood. It couldn't bring the dead back to life, but he was too paranoid to leave something like that just laying around.