His own anger aside, Joe could read things in this room that made him very quickly concerned. For one, Quynh's face looked entirely wrong. Before she'd been quick to smile and a harsh, incredible fighter but not a sadist. The smile she was giving Booker now was one of malice and self-satisfaction at his torment. Something he of all people did not deserve from her. He hadn't even been around at her internment in the iron casket. Of that, Booker was completely innocent.

For another, he looked far too comfortable in the position he was currently in. Like he'd been there for awhile. Joe mumbled a curse as he passed the rifle back and pursed his lips, thinking.

At this point, Nile and Andy would likely be on their way or at the very least getting ready to leave. Warning them about what they found would only make them come faster, not do the sensible thing and stay away. This was a trap. Clearly a trap. Quynh knew exactly how to lay it out so that everyone she wanted came right into her grasp.

He and Nicky couldn't let it happen.

"She will be expecting us. We have to be smarter than that."

He looked at the rifle and at the window. An idea came to mind that was awful but was still the best he'd have:

"You stay here. I'll go in and you can keep your sights on her. If she makes a move, drop her and keep her down. Head shots. I need her down so I can search her for a key and get Booker out." The window didn't cover the whole room, he knew. It wouldn't take care of everything. But he would at least have a shot.

"Wait until she goes for me. I'll...I'll try talking to her first. See...if I can figure out what she wants."