The search continues

Several people have fallen asleep at the tables, including Luke, his head resting on his hands over printouts he’d been going through for hours.

Clint stares at his computer, his eyes feeling heavy, though he tries to get a second wind as morning is upon them.

Austin takes the papers from Katie with a nod. “Thanks. And yeah…” He offers a smile. “Coffee sounds awfully good right about now.” He glances around the room as it stirs quietly, and he lifts up yet another silent prayer for Jason.

More calls from Reese come in, confirming that nothing has been found. No criminal reports taking place, no leads from local jails…absolutely nothing to go on. And no ransom calls. Which meant it wouldn’t matter to the Agency if they killed Jason off, but Austin did not voice those thoughts.

The morning begins to wear on as the sun rises. The business around the ranch increases as some of the gang comes and goes, cleaning up for the start of the day, or those who had slept, return to begin helping out again.

Eight o’clock.

Cindy stirs in Wes’ arms, having long since fallen asleep without realization of where she was. Finally awake, she blinks, slowly becoming aware of where she is, sitting up, she looks quickly up at Wes. “Oh…I’m sorry…” She rubs her eyes wearily. “I should have moved…”

A delivery vehicle pulls up to the mess hall and someone gets out with a small parcel. The young man reaches the porch and rings the door bell.