Laird fights against the crowd before being shoved up the steps as a man shouts "MY PRESIDENT" somewhere behind him. He had only meant to show up and support President Trump after the great Steal but this has turned into chaos. "Must be an antifa plot", he muses to himself as he resigns to the movement of the crowd towards the entrance of the capital building. Ahead of him there is only more pandemonium as the police have seemed to retreat. "Of course they don't have the manpowered since they've been defunded," he remembers bitterly. People being shoved over as the pace intensifies. This can't be happening in the freest country on Earth. A high pitched yelp erupts from his left as a rotund man in an black t-shirt with a red star topples onto a petite blond woman. She glances around in a panic struggling to free herself from under the corpulent mass of the man. Laird feels the sense of chivalry his parents instilled in him overwhelm is dedication to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Uncle Sam can wait, this woman needs help.