By the time Killshade was fully dressed, the alarms went off, signaling high priority scenarios which the League was to respond to. He mulled over which he would be most useful in, the hostage situation or the prison break. He figured his particular skills would be needed most to deal with the hostages, as he turned to the shapeshifter standing next to him.

"Duty calls." He said with a nod, then ran off, going through the hallways until he was back in his room. He pushed open the door, nearly popping it off the hinges as he grabbed the briefcase on his bed, then popped it open. As Killshade glanced over the contents, he quickly stripped out of his casual clothing, then got into his combat outfit, he tied his boots then slipped on his gloves. Once he was completely dressed for combat, he pulled the other briefcase from under the bed and placed it on top, opening it in the process.

He carefully pulled his sheathed sword out, then grasped the handle, carefully checking the blade. Satisfied with the weapon he tucked it onto his back, aligning it with the straps which would hold it in place. He then grasped the grenades he brought with him, grabbing each one by one as he strapped them to the belt. Then finally he grabbed his pistol, along with extra clips for it, sliding it into the holster on his hip. 

Killshade ran out of his room, shutting the door behind him, his destination the atrium. Sure, he could have gone to assist with the prison outbreak, but his special set of skills would be better for this, he had been trained in hostage situations when he worked with the government, he knew how they went down. He arrived at the atrium, stopping in his tracks as he looked around for the others as they would have to carefully plan for this, one mistake could screw up the entire thing.