Why in the world?
Outside the mansion, Moose shot down any enemy that would try to come up. He quickly realized what this battle had turned to, and there was no way in hell he would let these people kill Hera.
"Damn it!" he grunted as he reloaded, ready to take down the remaining people who were still fighting. "Is the Interpol this useless?!"
Elliot and his men were unhappy, but they chose to ignore him. Unlike the short-tempered reapers, the Interpol had more discipline and patience. Hence, they tried to understand why Moose had been bashing them at every turn he could.
"Be careful not to shoot our allies…" Elliot trailed off as he heard a loud rotor sound from above.
Everyone looked up at the sky, only to catch a huge black helicopter above.
"It's a black hawk," Elliot muttered, very well aware of the notorious utility aircraft from the military. "Who —"
Elliot squinted as he caught the person standing by the open door. "Is that…?"