The helicopter was a problem.
Tristan glanced around in search of the solution and quickly found it.
Several opportunists were looking over corpses of SWAT members lying on a sidewalk and near the entrance.
"Leave the looting for another day—we have more important things to worry about!" Tristan shouted at them, approaching the nearest thug.
He was one of Damien's people, and despite already forming an attachment to his new shiny gun, Tristan's thunderous face made him abandon the corpse in an instant.
"And give me that," Tristan said, taking the automatic rifle from his hands. "If you are not wounded, then help those who are!"
The man paled and nodded. He wasn't going to call Tristan his boss aloud, but he wasn't about to avoid a direct order—especially after seeing the way Tristan fought.
Vargas watched the exchange with curiosity.
