A feeling of joy washed over Gilfred as the group entered into the warehouse, it had been a long time since he had seen that much food in one place, if not the first and even if they were the crappy MRE's that always got discarded or repackaged and sold at inflated prices, he was determined to see the best of it. Making his way over to a stack of boxes, the metal elemental ripped open the top one. Inside, laying in neat, tight rows, the light glinting off of their plastic wrappings were individually wrapped slices of quick bread. Gilfred simply stared for a short while, his stomach offering up a growl in protest at the protracted look.

He closed the box and turned to begin to help the others when the ceiling exploded and troopers began to rappel into the main warehouse. Gilfreds first reaction was to let his hand fall to Clarent, he froze as he began to asses what the soldiers had in the way of firepower. He was no weapons expert but he was quite sure that what they had packed enough power to drop him, and he wasn't in any hurry to test out the armor's effectiveness against firearms. 

[b]"You set us up, didn't you."[/b]

Gilfred glanced back at the group, all of which appeared to be stuck in the same limbo between inaction and action, all of which that is except the new arrival. He was shifting forward away from the group, and then in a split second, with nary but a last jab at Cora as way of parting words, he was gone. Gilfred felt rage bubble within him, he had not gotten a true chance to speak to the man, so he did not know him. But the mere thought of one of their own turning against them so easily, newcomer or not, made his blood boil. He was tempted to make the short move towards the soldiers and draw Clarent, he thought he might at least be able to sown a couple before they dropped him, it was probably not the smartest thing in the world, but it would have been a start. Thankfully a return of rational thought, and a water dome kept him rooted near the others.

When Gilfred hear the shots ring out he broke position and drew Clarent. He tried reaching out with his powers at the bullets, but found that trying to influence them was like trying to grab a grain of rice, that is flying absurdly fast, with two 2x4's. So instead he reached out to whatever else was around him. What he found was the shelves themselves, but he let them be as it seemed an escape plan was about to be put into motion. Something involving steam, or something along those lines.

[b]"Everyone ready?"[/b] 

Gilfred nodded to his brother and gripped Clarent tighter, steeling himself for any run in with a hostile that could occur during, or immediately following the plan, as their luck seemed to tend to run.