Edward was somewhat confused by the sudden flurry of activity, people scurrying about to various modes of transportation and peeling off into the night, vaguely hearing something about a firefight and a chance to prove his worth. Well, that's not the kind of invitation you can turn down. He quickly trudged ahead, grabbed a watch from... was that guy still here? It was hard to keep track of everything. He stuffed it in his pocket, hoping he could hear it if it... did whatever it was supposed to do? Grumbling under his breath, he burst out into the street, jogging down the mostly empty road ways. He definitely need something better than this, he decided, if he was going to be keeping pace with young, acrobatic types. 

Gradually, he lost sight of most of them, feeling rather alone as he huffed along, every pound of his gear adding some extra thudding on his knees and agitating the burning he was starting to feel in his lungs. Though he could not see the others, he didn't really need to. The staccato burst of gunfire were a clear enough indicator of the general direction. He hoped he'd reach it before they'd cleared off: It would be a disappointment to miss out because he hadn't thought to drive to the secret meeting.