"Relax, I was only trying to lighten the mood, in case you haven't noticed; he..." he pointed to Eagan.

"He is about to go on a killing rampage, and as much as I support the rage you all are feeling, we honestly can't make a hasty decision that comes with his rage. Trust me, I've witnessed lots of it, but right now, we are dealing with a scumbag drug dealer, and a freaking army of we'll train men," Silver explained, and the glaring stopped seeing he was right to try to soften the mood.

Eagan relaxed a little; one of the reasons he is best friends with the silver-haired idiot sitting to his right is because he knows when and when not to do things that could potentially end their lives or save their lives.

Small chatter erupted in the room as they discussed ways to deal with the base. Amidst the conversation going on, Silver remained silent, clenching and unclenching his fist; Eagan noticed his movement, looked at him in the eyes, and saw he was livid and confused.

"What up?" Eagan a