(damn the element of surprise, the soldier tries to react to jason's presence only to be caught by the collar of the uniform and hauled close. connor opens the back of that neck to the powerful shot, one that has the temporarily stunned, giant of a man slumping forward onto him, dead weight considerable. still, he's shucking him, head knocking back against the wall when he can breathe free and begin the process of standing.)

Why are you under the impression — (connor grunts with the effort of hauling himself to his feet... only after his ability's finished crumpling his pain up into a tiny ball and tossing it into the recesses of his mind.) — that I was trying to? I was tackled.

(dusts off a pant-leg with a slap, glancing from jason to the prone military man who has yet to come around. like his comrade figures, it's only a matter of time before this one wakes up, shakes off the buzz, and loads his fists for another round. the android doesn't want to be around for that, even if he's taken a small share of them down himself. there's a limit to how much sensation he can store before it all floods out and he has to be gone before that happens.

but the families—)

We should go after the woman and child. They need escorts to bring them to the safehouse and finding them before other soldiers do is imperative. (it's a calculated decision, then, to check his gun and flick it to "kill mode".) I can't let him follow us. I suggest you look away.