Meanwhile...
"This..." Tiger's face was not any better than the dead, keeping his eyes in one direction. "... is not what I signed up for."
He cocked his head back, and his eyes slid to the corner. Bear stood at arm's length from his side, purposely not casting the man a look.
"Oy, Bernard," called Tiger lazily. "What the fuck is this?"
Bear didn't answer immediately, keeping his stoic countenance. When his lips parted, only one word escaped his mouth.
"Execution."
"I fucking know that. I'm not blind." Tiger hissed, clicking his tongue as he set his eyes back to the center of the bedroom. "But why am I not told this is the meeting we're going to attend?"
"You didn't ask."
"Fucking cunt." Tiger clicked his tongue once again, eyes glinting at the people in the center of the room.
