Esper Parker stayed with Brent up on the stage, even as the police and their version of the D.E.C. came into the room. Brent kept his hand on the gun, making sure not to move it too much. It was a good thing it was in his strong hand because his prosthetic was acting up. Every time that Brent squeezed his fingers, it would take a considerable amount of time to close.
Brent almost wanted to accuse his brother of being vindictive, but that was too soon of a reaction in his opinion. He would just guess that it wasn't the right fit.
Esper Parker hovered around him like he was standing guard over Brent. Brent had no idea why he was being so cautious until he caught how their people were looking at him. Like he was the problem, not that he had prevented a greater massacre. Alright. Brent could figure this out.
