Kallen found himself slowing down slightly as he tried to think of what to do next. There were people coming from behind them and people coming from in front of them. Quite frankly, they wouldn't be able to fight everyone off without getting hit with a bullet. His grip against his gun tightened. He wasn't about to let himself die in his own home while being known as a traitor. Actually, he didn't want to die here period.

As they ran down the hall Kallen tried to think of all the possible outcome. Somehow get out without a scratch? Probably not. Have a few bullets scrape them? Maybe. Get shot? Probably. Get shot fatally? Hopefully not. It wasn't until they came to the end of the second hallway, ready to turn left and make a fast break, that a group of men came before them, all holding up guns, or at least some sort of weapon. There were five men in front of them, and two of them. "Get ready to shoot and be shot," he mumbled with a half hearted laugh.