Ah, shit. *Mortar tries to stop one of the guards. Obviously, Mortar has no idea what is going on, his blazing crimson eyes showing a mix of confusion and concern, but he still feels obligated to help, because before he was here, he was but a Vigilante. A simple ghost roaming his world, mowing down terrorists like death itself. He should know, death was his father, and Mortar was beyond death.* Hey, do you know what is going on?