[h1]Kain Jackson[/h1]

If the sounds of gunfire and shouting were any indication, he was getting close. A few steps more and... [i]Whoa.[/i] Suddenly a feeling of emptiness hit him like a wave. [i]I'll take that as a 'fuck voyeurs' then.[/i] Moments later, another, stronger wave came and sent him into a daze. [i]Shit. Keep running straight; ignore the numbness.[/i] So he did, continuing his path until he found himself running straight into a brick wall. [i]Oww...[/i] he thought, but at least he was getting closer. Pausing for a moment to regain his senses, he looked around and... 

[i]Shit.[/i] An angel. What was an angel doing here? Kain ran closer to the warehouse that the angel was descending towards and hid behind a wall. That's when he noticed the PCUs and the tall man with the sword. [i]Gods damnit, that would've been good to know.[/i] Lamenting his weak sixth sense, he observed the fighting with apprehension pooling in his gut. [i]Okay, so. We've got what look like PCUs, an angel, a guy fighting the PCUs, and judging from the sounds on the other side of the wall, a few more people. Who the hell do I support here? Shit, shit. Okay. The angel probably doesn't care about me since Zee isn't here, and the Poes are... terrible.[/i] Kain quickly took inventory. His pocketknife, Zadkiel's soulshard, fifteen of his special needles... More than enough to take out a PCU or two. Now he just needed an opening.