Kain Jackson
If the sounds of gunfire and shouting were any indication, he was getting close. A few steps more and... Whoa. Suddenly a feeling of emptiness hit him like a wave. I'll take that as a 'fuck voyeurs' then. Moments later, another, stronger wave came and sent him into a daze. Shit. Keep running straight; ignore the numbness. So he did, continuing his path until he found himself running straight into a brick wall. Oww... he thought, but at least he was getting closer. Pausing for a moment to regain his senses, he looked around and...
Shit. 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. Gods damnit, that would've been good to know. Lamenting his weak sixth sense, he observed the fighting with apprehension pooling in his gut. 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. 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.
