"You're friends weren't being very nice to my husband, they didn't give us a choice." Del answered simply. She came inside when he gestured her to, though she could hear Kryner beginning to confront what could only be more officers. "You don't seem too upset about your friends. Tell you what, if you can call off the cops, we'll have our chat after and you can just go on your merry way. No one else has to get hurt, sound good, Torri?" He seemed friendly enough despite everything. She wondered if he was just like that, or if the liquor had something to do with it. "Do we have a deal? I promise you'll keep all your fingers and much more if you can do that for me."<br/><br/>Celeste raised an eyebrow as Charles suddenly brightened right up after his turn passed. "Is that right? Well, I'm quaking in my boots then." She chuckled, placing two letters after the S to spell 'sea.' Propping her elbows on the table, she watched curiously to see just what Charles had in mind.<br/><br/>Marsh hated this new scenario he and James found themselves in and cursed quietly as they huddled down. "I just pray they haven't killed anyone." Reaching up, Marsh pulled a drawer open and pulled a pistol from a hidden compartment in the drawer. "Only kept this here because Sidwell has gotten a little wild while you were gone. Thought I think Nathan may have also kept something in his desk drawer... That boy was starting to get unhinged. Real shame." He sighed. "Did those men see you at all? This is my office, after all. If they're going to start shooting hostages, I'll give myself up and you stay hidden." Marsh handed the gun over to his friend as they quietly talked.