[OOC: This pistol has a suppressor.]
As a God, Keaton understood why Hades would waltz over to the enemy. But dragging him into it would be risky for them both, even if Hades couldn't be killed.
He said monotonously "All right Keaton. Shoot them."
Keaton looked up from his pistol's sights, dumbstruck. He had to make a choice. Under any other circumstances, he would not. Keaton was not incredibly familiar with this new gun, nor was he an expert marksman. But he knew that, since The Pillar rose, things changed. He did, his acquaintances did, his father was taken as a result, and this new life was the result. In an unexplainable way, he calmed down, seeing the world slow before his eyes. Before, this had happened when agents broke into his house and stole his past away. That was irrelevant now.
First, he would shoot the guard on the right in both shoulders, incapacitating him. His fall would interrupt the guard behind him, giving Keaton the chance to shoot for the testes. From there, he could shoot both forearms. With hard, rubber bullets, the two would not be killed, only in incredible pain that would leave them on the floor for a long time. The first guard would still need to be silenced as not to attract attention, but Keaton felt his time slipping away
As time began to flow again, he brought the gun parallel to his eyes, shooting the first guard, squaring both shots between heartbeats. The guard fell, hitting the one behind him, knocking his gun away. On a knee, Keaton squinted and shot the guard's groin, hearing his voice both heighten and soften as he threw his arms down to protect them. This would merit the shot to take down the guard. Both bullets flew true to their targets. And both were down. Keaton ran over, pointing to the guard shot twice, and made a gagging motion by putting his fist in his mouth. Sure, it was unprofessional, but so was being caught. He only hoped Hades would understand in time.