"Alright, it's go time." The nervous organiser said. Hill stiffened beside Kellen, but Kellen? He didn't really care. Try to shoot him. He was excited for it. He tucked his paper into his jacket pocket, getting to his feet as the Espers from his Guild began to move. Hill stepped out from the shielded area first, then after scanning the area and letting two of the group step outside, she let Kellen move out of the protective fabric.
Kellen could already feel the pressure rise in the room. Even the Espers of the Nemesis Guild were tense. Kellen couldn't exactly blame them. This was a rather serious situation.
Kellen shouldn't feel his lips wanting to curl up into a smile, but he couldn't help it. He hoped that this was enough of a distraction. He hoped the terrorists shit themselves thinking that Kellen was sitting at home, crying like a little baby over the fact that they were trying to take over his city and planning to kill his family again.
He would never sit back. Never.
