Senator Giaus entered the room, in the middle of reciting an oration he was to give soon before he realized that he stared down the barrel of a machine gun. He froze two steps in, gathering his wits to process just what had happened. Behind him four armed men held their weapons at the ready. 

"Wait!" Giaus ordered his men, keeping them from unloading into the room. Neil had his gun aimed at Giaus's calm visage. The man wasn't elderly yet, but he was definitely aged, with a well groomed light grey beard and close cropped hair. His blue eyes were sharp and intelligent, and he would appear kindly if not for the circumstances that were transpiring at the moment. Giaus's eyes went to the gorgeous woman on the ground, and then back to Prince Aiden, and then to his companions.

Once the senator realized he was still alive, he began to speak. "I see you're resourceful," he said, and if Neil didn't know better, he could swear there was admiration in his voice. The men behind him wore tactical helms, darkened visors obscuring their faces. Giaus drew himself up, his arms and hands now firmly rested within the arms of his robes. "Come now, what do you hope to accomplish?" He asked. "Dar'mond is the mob. Even if you somehow succeeded here, Prince Aiden would need to convince millions he was innocent." 

"I think you should be focusing more on how you're getting out of this mess," Neil said. Taya had already hidden herself behind the couch. "See we tend to shoot first and think strategic politics later, and as of this moment you're not giving us a lot of incentive to hold back." 
[@Penny]