"Trust you?" Carlos spat, incredulous. "After all that?"
She could feel them getting closer, feel the savage emotion beginning to overrun her system. Alessa closed her eyes and breathed. "Guys, please."
Carlos shook his head as if he were acting against his better judgment, but abandoned his gun on the table nevertheless. "Come on," he nodded to the rest of them. "That's an order."
There was some grumbling, but everyone dropped their weapons, and Isaac gathered them into a pile and moved them out of arm's reach.
Just in time, Alessa thought, feeling the simmering fury ratchet up her spine. She grasped the edge of the table for support - it was a lot to handle, but she could also tell that it was more contained than usual, not so out of control.
"Okay, we did it. Now what's going on?" Carlos demanded.