Joe cursed under his breath and ran over to Booker to listen to what his husband said. "I'm sorry," he hissed as he broke one of Booker's wrists to force it through the cuff and then went to go and shatter the other one as well.

"You know? Actually, I am not all that sorry. You're a pain in my ass, Booker." Still, he wasn't about to just leave him here for Quynh's sadistic whims. Family was still family.

He yanked one of his guns free and held it until Booker's wrists were healed enough to take it from him. Joe turned and watched Quynh for any sign of life, the scimitar back in his other hand and ready to attack if needed.

"We're leaving here together. Let's move."