Tord and Tom sat in front of one another. There was a wooden table in between the two men. Tord was amused, while Tom was on edge. Tom had agreed to meet up with Tord at Tord's place. Tom knew it wasn't his actual place. Tom had his men around the outside of the area. But so did Tord. One wrong move and the other side will get hurt. They were playing a dangerous game of life and death. The room was dimly lit with simple dark grey walls all around. No windows to be seen. So...Tom muttered, his British accent heavily seen. His voice was filled with hesitance and uncertainty. Tom had to be careful with what he said. Tom knew he had to think strategically, if he was going to arrest Tord or get out of this mess alive.