Enrique had watched as the boy died, he felt a pang in his heart but ignored it. He pushed on as his companions had what would pass for a wake over the boy. He gripped his axe head and tightened his coat around him as he and the others made there way to the hostages room. He pulled a pack of cigarets from his pocket and lit one .

 Hearing shots Enrique sprinted into the room his pistol drawn. He saw Thomas standing there with his pistol smoking then he set it back into its holster, the prisoner lay dead. He saw it as far too easy. Enrique would have cut the mans fingers off. He would have executed justice, as he did with that bastard that shot the kid. Enrique remembered slamming his boot heel down on the mans temple even after he had out two shots into his chest, Enrique remembered wanting more. That the mans life wasn't enough but that he shouldn't even be allowed honor in death either, the blood still sat dried on his boots. 

Enrique glanced for a second toward Thomas then he saw movement. When he saw Phon aim at Thomas he raised the rifle he had snagged off of the dead man and aimed directly at Phon's face. Enrique looked down the sites with no emotion in his eyes, if Phon's finger so much as twitched he would squeeze his own. Enrique let Reggie and Thomas discuss this before he did anything, Enrique agreed with Thomas's point. He heard Thomas let out a sob, then he saw his friend sink to the bed and cry. He grimaced and lowered his rifle. 

"Thomas," Enrique said, "It's okay man, your allowed your feelings man but right now we should figure out about these new pains in our collective asses."