C18 Mixed Emotions

Back at Tyrone's Shelter

"Peaceful meeting my ass!" Eddie snarled, his voice echoing in the dimly lit safehouse. He stomped a furious circle, his boots thudding against the concrete floor. "This is a trap, Tyrone. They hate us, they always have. We can't just go in there and expect anything less than a bloodbath!"

Tyrone, sprawled on a worn armchair, chuckled coolly